9152/Chains of Love

Chains of Love
Date of Scene:	17 December 2021
Location:	Back Room - The Laughing Magician
Synopsis:	Lasariel comes to visit Chas while he is in containment. Words of comfort and words of affection are exchanged and for once the wayward man has a moment of peace amongst the storm he has created.
Cast of Characters:	Chas Chandler, Asariel
Tinyplot:	Path of Glory

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Chas Chandler has posed:
    Chas sat in the back room looking... rather well actually. If you just looked at him, he looked freshly cleaned, perhaps a little unshaven but otherwise his hair was combed out. His clothing was clean and the cot he sat on looked well made. Then you noticed the chages.

    He has a pair of wings. Just two. But they were quite striking. A wingspan of ten feet with at least four and a half feet of height to each frame was magnificent in itself. But it was their makeup was what was even more evident. The right wing was covered in pristine white feathers each with a stem of golden that shimmered and pulsed with light. The left was the opposite, it was ragged and black-brown in color, with streaks of red staining it thoroughout. Each feather was reduced to a burnt nub of what was once beauty now turned to ashen, bloody, rot by the touch of its mystically polar opposite.

    He didn't look in pain despite the nature of the wing. In fact, he looked peaceful and contemplative. His eyes were lidded but not closed and staring at something in the middle distance.

Asariel has posed:
Lasariel was...worried. She wasn't sure what she was going to see and she was not sure what condition Chas was going to be in really. Her heart was racing as she had pushed the door open to the back room and for a moment her heart swelled. Then her gaze drifted to the wings and the damage to the one, which she wasn't entirely sure why it had been done. Maybe to keep Michael grounded?

Probably.

Her hair was left unbound to fall down over her shoulders and down her back. Well worn jeans and a blood red sweater coat over a t-shirt is what she wears. Nothing fancy today. She was carrying a small box in her hands with a bow, but given things she'd settled sat it off to the side, because she wasn't sure if she was going to get anything out of Michael or Chas. "Have you tired of visitors?" she asks as she finds a middle distance to stand at.

Chas Chandler has posed:
    Chas jerks at the sound of her voice and his expression turns to one of deep sorrow. "No. Never for you..." he says softly. "Please come in. I'd stand but..." he shifts and the chains of negative energy pulse back into existence, covering him from ankles to shoulders in a criss cross of absolute darkness. "As you can see... I'm rather occupied."

    He tries to give her a smile but fails. "I'm... I'm so sorry..." he says to the woman before him. "If I could've said something or knew something before... before all this... I would've" he pleads. "You have to believe me on that."

Asariel has posed:
Lasariel feels her heart ache when his expression turns to sorrow, "You're a giant compared to me, so maybe sitting is the better option for now." she tells him as she gives him a soft smile. "And yes...I know that you are bound, I hate it, but it is what is best for now." she admits in a quiet tone.

When he starts to apologize there is a shake of her head and she moves closer, but not within reaching distance, "Calm..." she whispers to him. "You didn't know what you were getting yourself into. And had you asked me about calling on an angel to help with things I would have given the full explanation of why it's not a good idea." she admits. "Honestly I'm sure it's been a lot to process on your end, just as much as it has on our end." she adds.

Chas Chandler has posed:
    Chas nods, silencing and calming considerably at her words. "Moreso now that I know who it is and why...' he says with a deep frown. He looks at her for a moment. "I remember... I remember seeing you last week" he says his eyes going distant again.

    "You had... wings. Like these" he tilts his head back to his own, "but... silver. Like chrome or... moonlight on water. I... you were so... beautiful..." he says. "So beautiful I wanted to weep. But I couldn't. I was trapped inside and this... this *Archangel* was using my face to hurt you all."

Asariel has posed:
It's Lasariel's turn to look worried now, "I wasn't sure how much of the confrontation you remembered really." she admits as she looks down to her hands. "I'm not sure what triggered things, maybe it was Michael's presence, maybe it was to protect Gio and the others, but...yes they seem to be there permanently now." she sighs to that.

She takes a few more steps forward, trying to make sure that she's not lulled into some false sense of security and then gets jump scared by Michael appearing suddenly. "I don't ever want to make you cry and we can hash out my wings and things after we've gotten you safely back to yourself." she states.

"But...speaking of wings, do you feel them? I'm guessing the damage is from the unholy water...but I don't know for sure." she frowns at that.

Chas Chandler has posed:
    Chas shakes his head. "I don't remember much of the fight. It's a lot of blurs and still frames. You. Jon. The armored sentinel who I guess is Sara?" he sounds confused on that note. "Things like that."

    As the woman turns his attention to the wings he rolls a shoulder. "I don't feel the burn damage. That was all Michael's pain... not mine... but I feel the weight of them. They're... heavy. Like a backpack full of sand. Carrying an extra fifty pounds on my back." He frowns and shrugs slightly. "Not like I haven't done that before."

Asariel has posed:
"I'm guessing that the damage that was done to you was healed due to Michael's abilities...or I'm guessing that is how it went. There were some..." she stops herself, shuddering at the thought of Giovanni shooting him in the head again, "We'll talk on that another time." she whispers. "Michael said he was pretty upset with all of us, so like I've told others, when he gets evicted I'd not expect to just not hear from him again." she frowns.

"I've never seen angel wings up close before, and I'm not going to stand in the mirror and look at mine either." she chuckles softly. "Is there anything that I can do?" she asks him carefully.

Chas Chandler has posed:
    Chas smiles at the woman. "You being here and not being angry at me is more than anyone else has done for me since this started..." he says with a soft smile. "You can touch them... like I said... I'm only aware of them as weight."

    He frowns and sighs. "As for the damage. Either he healed it or... well..." he shifts agani. "I'm stronger than your average mortal on account of some bad business that went down in Liverpool a while back. It's a long story... and one I'll give you when this is all over. Promise."

Asariel has posed:
Lasariel gives a look to him and there's a chuckle, "We've all been tense and I'm done being mad at things. Your intentions were noble and understandable...but it went poorly." she tells him. "I think that there are many many others on the list of people that have a right to be mad. I'm not one of them." she points out. When he tells her that he can touch the wings there is a look around the room and then she reaches out a hand to touch the undamaged wing, "I wasn't sure if he'd have one set of wings or two. Lore is all over the place on Archangels and their wings." she states softly.

She then looks to him, "And the plot thickens." she gives a quirk of her eyebrow. "Another night...because I intend to make sure that you survive this whole ordeal or die trying." she tells him with a smile.

Chas Chandler has posed:
    The texture of the feathers on the undamaged wing are *incredibly* soft and they shimmer as the woman runs her hand through them. There is a metaphysical weight to them as well. One of those feathers could do serious damage or good if used as a ritual component. The sheer power of two wings full of them is... staggering. It's entirely possible the weight Chas feels is a bleed over from just how magically powerful the wings themselves are.

    Chas nods. "I trust you. And I believe you, too." He says, adding, "All of you. We'll get through this one way or another." He smiles and his hnd twitches but he can't raise it bound as he is.

Asariel has posed:
Lasariel gives a soft sigh as she feels the feathers, "Hopefully no one will run off with any of these, we need one less thing for Michael to be angry about." she states quietly. "And it makes me wonder if my wings have any of the abilities that are held in an actual angels." she ponders outloud. More reason to be paranoid. She then looks to him, her eyes holding his gaze, "We will." she tells him softly.

Her hand moves slowly, her fingers brushing back his hair from his forehead before she leans forward to plant a gentle kiss there, "Tomorrow is your birthday, I am sorry that you have to spend it like this." she murmurs as she steps back.

Chas Chandler has posed:
    Chas nods. "It is isn't it?" he says. "Well... I hope that I can just get this thing out of me and be done with this whole thing if I have any hope of any wishes coming true for me this year" he says. "And then... maybe some extended vacation from all of this... with you. Either in or out of town..."

    He smiles at the woman. "You're really important to me Las. I hope you know that. More than almost anything." There are really only 2 or 3 people above her on his list of favorites. "No matter what happens tomorrow or after... know that you're important to me and I'm a better man for having had you in my life."

Asariel has posed:
Las gives a smile, "I put it in my calendar, because I'm all sappy like that." she tells him with a soft chuckle. "We'll make it work. I don't think asking him nicely to vacate is an option anymore." she comments to that. "My schedule is pretty free for the foreseeable future. You're what's important for now." she points out to him. "Mmmm vacation. I'd love a good long vacation. Maybe somewhere with lots of sun and a beach...or a forest. Who knows." she grins to that.

His admission makes her smile soften, "And you are very important to me, Chas. I am going to stick with you, I'm not going to run when things get crazy." she promises gently. "I could sit with you for awhile if that helps, I know Jon and others said you were not very chatty so I don't want to overstay the welcome too much if that was the case." she offers in her gentle tone.

Chas Chandler has posed:
    Chas nods to Lasariel. "I think I'd like you to stay for a little while longer... if that's okay with you. We don't have to talk... but being around you is... soothing for me." He sighs. "It keeps some of the things I feel and see at bay when you're around."

    He chuckles. "I mentioned it to Sims" he says with a smile to her. "I said I was a fool to go looking for a guardian angel when I had one on my side already."

Asariel has posed:
Lasariel gives a soft smile to that as she looks around for a chair to pull over and she settles herself into it not a terrible ways away, but just in case. It sucked being paranoid. She pulls a little sketch book from her pocket as he speaks and she nods, "I am just going to doodle a bit." she tells him. Getting wing drawings for the angelic library at the Thrones would be pretty useful. "My mom said that I soothe people...maybe that's part of my dad's heritage." she whispers.

Then she's shaking her head, "Less talk of angels." she smiles to that. "How about I tell you about the time I bewildered the Swiss Guard in Vatican City as a child and I thought my mom would die of embarrassment." she muses as she starts to sketch.

Poor Chas and Michael were in for hearing how silly Lasariel was as a child.