Eli Coyne (half_angel_eli) wrote in dc_nextgen,
@ 2010-04-11 17:27:00

Current location:	In a tree
Current mood:	drunk
Entry tags:	inactive - avalon, inactive - eli coyne

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There are more than several bottles of hard liquor at the bottom of the tree. Up in the tree, cradled in one of the branches is a drunken half angel. He's staring out into space waving the bottle of vodka around not quite able to get it to his mouth. While he isn't looking at anything, in his mind's eye he can see the aliens as they fell under his sword. The fear in their eyes.

The thrill he got as the they died and the ship went crashing down.

He didn't see them. He saw only the aliens from his time. They were attacking him, therefore they had to be destroyed.

They had to be killed.

But when he finished and smelt the scorch of blood on his skin and in his feathers, he felt sick. He wanted to forget it all.

Not having a telepath at hand, he did the next best thing, get completely and utterly drunk.

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bluelantern
2010-04-15 03:44 am UTC (link)

Okay, so touching other people is hard enough for Avalon - by touching another, he creates a physical connection with them that links him into their emotions with his empathy. He was expecting such a empathic connection to start when he touched Eli, but kissing on the lips is something that causes the connection to hum especially quickly and loud.

There is a muffled sound of surprise from Avalon, but he doesn't pull away. Instead he just pushes his aura over Eli, letting the half angel be bathed in blue.

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	half_angel_eli 2010-04-17 01:05 am UTC (link)
	Encouraged, as he's not being shoved away, Eli leans forward into the kiss, his wings spreading to keep his balance. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

bluelantern
2010-04-17 01:31 am UTC (link)

If Eli feels it or not, Avalon's blue aura comes flowing out of him, enveloping the two of them and starts to lift them into the air, out of the tree.

Of course, that's nothing compared to what kissing Avalon is like. Hope - pure, unadulterated, selfless Hope - pours into Eli, fed to him by Avalon's own lips. Of course, the winged alien's empathy makes it hard for him to do much more than return the kiss as long fingers press through Eli's hair, holding him close. As the blue light lifts them out of the branches, Avalon pulls himself to Eli, his silver wings curling tightly against his spine and sides, the stiff primary feathers brushing Eli's flank.

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