shdawell actually is the one that turned me in, dd you know?"
crowley sputtered around his drink, looking at fell in bewildermint.
"tis true. Granted, he thought I was one of your lot, but still. And after, he burned my home down."
Mme tracy appeared in the doorway, looking a tthe two drunk heriditary enimens with a disapointed, sad look , "You know that last part was an accident, love. You gave him a fright, and he bumpt one of you candles runing away. you should know better - candles in an old place like that."
fELL HUFFED, "it's not the point," he looked at crowley, blue eyes bright, "snot the point!"
"Course not!" crowley snickered, reaction only puffing the celestial up more.
"I had to use candles! it was too late in the day for the skylight, and people /notice/ then!"
"notice wot now?"
fell looked at him oddly; that unblinking gaze of his that looked too deep, "Well, me, dear boy."
when it was clear crlwey didn't undestand, Fell stiffened up, and he oculd see the walls closing in. shame. they'd had to go though a lot o wine to get the celestial to open up. good wine too. "It was your shop, course poeple were going to notice you?"
Mme tracy had come up next to the duo, a hand on Fell's shoulder - as if she where comforting him. the two exhancged a look, a silent conversation, before Fell looked back down at hte floor. Mme Tracy moved to the wall, wher ehte switch was fo rthe room's main light. at fell's nod, she turned it off.
the room wasn't cast into darkness like crolwey expected; infact, loking at Fell, you wouldn't of noticed the light had gone off at all. it wasn't until corlwey looked at MMe tracy, shrowded in shadows, that he understood.
liek the scales that covered his own skin, Fell too hadn't mastered the art of him flesh. while crolwey had atleast learned how to change the colour if he concentrated, Fell had a luminastity to him that couldn't be mistaken for anythign but celstial. crowley could picture him olding a candle is his hand, and passing the light off as bounce light from the flames if he was looked at difectly. but without it, it was obvious the light was from him.
he refused to look up from the floor - and crolwey becuase awre of his own sunglasses; he'd never mastered hiding his eyes, and had spent too long develobing a habit of blinking. even then, he often forgot to do it.
"Hey Fell," crolwey murmered, pulling his own glasses down. the celestial was duler than he'd excpeted without them on. he waited for Fell to grow impatin with him and finally look back up.
it wasn't that his eyes, /glowed/ so much as they remained unshadowed. they edmitted no light, like his skin, but appeared to be lit with an acotrs spot light. a green blue unfound in nature - the colour of sunspots on your eyes when you looked away. as long as an area was well lit - you'd likely never notice, but here in the dim,
"and they thought you where occult?"
Fell gave him a sad smile, "not many celstails have been caputred for study. and... and i was not well at the time. easy enough mistake to make."
Mme tracy turned the light back on, and crolwey put his glasses back in place. there was more to that - much more. and Mme tracy was hte key, the way she tutted about after the celstial. shadwell had tunre dhim in, but mme tracy had saved him.
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"shadwell was quite upset, after everything. after i calmed him down - i went to see Mr. Fell. to try and understand what happen. shadwell had accidenlty bound the poor man inside hte shop unti someone let him out - and the shop simply had burned down around him. he was horrible injured, looked a fright. i can see why they thought he was occult.
"He didn't shine, after it all fell apart. he had called for help, yo see. to his platoon. no one came. at first, i think he just thought maybe the binding ment they couldn't hear him, but then... "
corlwey motioned for her to continue
"he didn't have any shine to him, not at firdt. and the fire... it hid all his celestal marks away, the rest of them. when he was interigated, after... well, he couldn't tell them his own name. he claimed to be a double agent, but... but it hurt him to try and say his name. more then the fire did. he actually started spitting blood. they figured he was occult, and jsut a terrible liar and off to the prisons he wnet. we didn't hear anythign more about him until recently. they called shadwell in to tesify on whatever dasteradly deeds the poor man did, but honestly. he was always kind to Mr. shadwell. and... well, people.... are not kind to Mr shadwell. ssomwereh along the questioning, Mr. Shadwell started to defent Mr fell. he was compelely left field, but he was trying.
"He was the one who told them what the anme's name was - before... the one he can't even say for himself now. it seems like when he was exposed, his bosses thought him a lost cause and cut him loose. in.. in every sence of it. very hive minded the lot of them are, and... and well, they probably did more damage then the fire did. by then, the celestials wheer elong gone, and the terries had been in place for a while... there was no reason to keep him impressoned. apparently, to mick him, the other prisoners calle dhim Fell - Fell from grace, i guess. hence hte name. i did try to get him to pick something kinder, but... he's not ready, i guess."
"why not his old name?"
"it hurts him. i don't understnd for sertain if it's real, or just in his head... but it hurts him to hear it."
she shouldn't tell him that - Fell was his herdiaty enimy. corlwey should be tormenting him at every turn. but corlwey had chosen to leave the occult behind. it... well, it shouldned like fell hadn't had the chance to choose that for himself.
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