kore_logs | Blackout, House 11

Who: Balthazar, Rat and Open!
What: Lights are out. They should build a pillowfort and tell scary stories, right?
When: Day 101
Where: House 11, with possible visits around town by Balthazar, should anyone want that.

All right, so the blackout is, in itself, not terribly alarming. Inconvenient, yes, but provided the weather stays tolerably warm and nothing horrible comes out of the woods to kill them, it's just annoying.

At least in the short term. In the long term, water will need to be boiled and distilled, food storage will have to be tweaked, etc. Balthazar's hoping it won't come to that. Right now, it seems best to treat this as temporary.

On the second day after the lights go out, he's taken the initiative to snag some supplies from the store and junkpiles around town and created a couple makeshift light sources: three candles and an oil lamp in an empty wine bottle. The dim glow is visible from outside the house, a small circle of golden flames. Combine it with a little of the moonshine he's gotten from Ellen and it's almost festive, in a rustic sort of way.

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Balthazar sympathizes with that, although his opinion of the Doctor isn't so high. For him it's more like 'not even Raphael and Gabriel can get them out', and that's terrifying. Good thing he doesn't need to sleep! He shakes his head a bit grimly at her observation. "I've had a few thoughts, all of them bad, and none of them worth sharing. I'm going to stick with the crisis at hand."

The joke makes him laugh again, wholeheartedly. "Why don't you pat me down and find out, darling?" Have a ridiculous eyebrow-waggle, Donna. You asked for it.

Her own opinion of the Doctor is pretty darn high. After all, he's saved her life a bunch of times and showed her the universe. He's her best mate. That doesn't mean she can't see his faults though. She'll always be one of the first to call him out when he's being an idiot. She had voiced her worry at his escape plan and look how that ended up.

Geniuses could be right idiots sometimes.

Back to the point at hand... that laugh sounds good on him. Suits him. And hey, he has just given her the green light to grope him. Blackouts aren't so bad after all. She pats him down playfully. Apparently she gives as good as she gets.

"Definitely not a generator." She circles him, pinching his bum as she does. "Yep. No generator there either."

He's aware the Doctor is Donna's friend, a very dear friend. He's not going to cast aspersion, but he'll continue to put his faith in his own kind. Perhaps that's ego, but that's not uncommon among angels.

He wriggles his hips slightly as she pats him down, then makes a squeak of mock-protest at the pinch. "Ooh! Now who's the cheeky one? Keep that up and I'll have to kiss you again."

Isn't ego a sin or something? Again, Donna's Biblical knowledge is on the rusty side. But she's pretty sure ego and pride are a big no-no. Bad angels! Bad, bad angels.

"Well I suppose you could kiss me again. But I'd have to kiss you back. Then where would we be?"

Balthazar's educations says the only sin for an angel is disobedience, but he feels that's pretty suspect at this point. His code of ethics has become very much utilitarian.

"Hopefully on your couch. Sofas are ideal for making out." He brushes his lips against hers, a mild, almost chaste kiss. Possibly he's teasing.

Oh, so that's how it is! One set of rules for humans and another for angels. Rude. The angels get to be the partying wild teens while the humans get to be the kids with strict bedtimes and bath time.

Hey now, don't dangle the worm on the hook if you don't want the fishy to bite! Donna kisses him back just as softly, bringing her hand up to rest on his cheek.

"You know where the sofa is..." Two could play the teasing game.

More like the angels get to be the dysfunctional adults with substance abuse problems, but close enough!

His eyes close at the kiss and the accompanying gentle touch. It feels nice. Unhurried, friendly. He gives a soft, relaxed sigh, squeezes her gently, and murmurs, "I can't be away for too long. Raphael nests when he's anxious. But perhaps just a few more minutes..."

"We better not keep him waiting too long then..." Probably best not to head for the couch then or she might never want to let him leave. And she'd rather not get into Raphael's bad books for prolonged make out sessions on the couch with Balthazar. While the snogging would be good, it's make for a rather anti-climatic reason for being killed.

So instead, she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him again right where they are.

It's more likely Balthazar would just get scolded, or teased, but he's content with her suggestion. He throws himself into the kiss, holding her tight and putting forth all of his considerable physical energy into leaving her giddy and breathless.

He's not actually sure what they've got here, but he's enjoying it.

When the kiss breaks, he keeps his arms around her for a moment. "Perhaps we'll have a better chance to carry on later."

Do they need to label it? Sometimes it's a lot messier to just go with the flow, right? It's likely to end in heartbreak one way or the other so best to just enjoy it...

As for leaving her giddy and breathless? Well, consider it a success. Random fact: Balthazar is a brilliant kisser.

"Well, you know where I live. You're welcome any time."

"Don't think I won't take you up on that open invitation." His smile is sly, but there's some genuine affection there, and after another brief kiss to her forehead, he departs, stepping back before vanishing with a flap of his wings.

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