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[sunsetseraph]

[Wings and feathers everywhere]

I'm sorry!

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[black_black_heart]

"I see... three times the wings; three times the awkwardness."

[sunsetseraph]

Well he wouldn't be wrong, the seraph was a multilimbed awkward mess, having attempted to stretch in the wrong spot and promptly knocked a great deal of books off their shelves.

Which was mortifying on several levels for Levanael, hurriedly attempting to pick them up while nervously scattering shifting sunset plumage here and there and everywhere.

"N-no. No it's not quite... It's not like that, I'm... I was surprised! It's not always like this."

[black_black_heart]

That earned a faint chuckle from the Faerie, and he bent to pick up a few of the books that had slid his way. "Relax. Awkward can be charming, you know."

[sunsetseraph]

"... It can?" Because he's never seen Camael awkward in his entire life and he's fairly certain the King of Seraphs is possibly the most charming person who's ever been created.

He keeps reaching up again and again, after every book, to try and tuck his hair back behind his ears, huffing in nervous laughter as he picks up another book.

"Oh I must be irresistible then."

[black_black_heart]

Camael is certainly charming, but it's so... sterilized, to Tannusen. Hollow in a way.

"Oh, most definitely," he agrees cheerfully, moving to pick up more books. Once they're all off the floor he'll offer the stack to the taller creature.

[sunsetseraph]

Also would not be wrong, a being made to be charming would be so in the most acceptable way.

Of course it'd lack little organic touches.

But that wasn't what was going through Levanael's mind at the moment. He took the books with a soft 'thank you' before quickly starting to put them all back.

"I really am sorry, I hope I'm not wasting your time at all, I swear this isn't a usual thing when I get visitors. Was there something you needed in the library, sir?"

[black_black_heart]

"No, I'm pretty much just here to harass you," Tannusen took a lean against a sturdy bit of shelving, folding his arms and watching the seraph. "That's not a problem, is it? This place is so boring."

[mad_love]

Neat! Got any more limbs hidden on ya?

[She is getting really, really close in that personal space.]

[sunsetseraph]

[WHY THIS.

He does, in fact, have at least four more arms but that particular shape isn't for mortal company. Most people find it off putting.

SPEAKING OF OFF PUTTING.

HARLEY.

The six wings flap frantically as she gets closer, the seraph finally managing to get himself upright. Tall thing that he is, six foot four is only an imposing height if you're an imposing person. As it is he seems somewhat more intimidated by Harley.]

No! I mean... Well not technically. At the moment. It's... That's a very complicated question honestly, I think it would take too long to answer.

... Who are you?

[mad_love]

Name's Harley.

[His squirming is fun! She circles him, peering at him here and there. Looking for said extra limbs.]

I like complicated! Complicated's fun.

[She is absolutely reaching out and touching a wing.]

Oooo

[sunsetseraph]

It's very nice to meet you.

[Words that just come out of his mouth without thought put into them, he's sort of programmed to be polite here.]

I don't know if this is the level of complicated human minds are made f-

HEY!

[The wing she touched zips closer to him, the brief sensation she'd get from the feather akin to resting ones hand on a sunheated rock. The feathers themselves, while otherwise definitely feathers in texture, would appear to resemble more feather shaped panes of glass, the colors of a glowing sunset shifting just below the surface]

You have to be careful, I don't know what will happen if humans touch those!

[mad_love]

Hey my mind's already scrambled, so what's the harm, right?

[Harley, your crazy is showing.

And you know it.

Never mind. Go on.]

Well, then why are you flashin' 'em around like that? Folk're bound to wanna touch 'em!

[Like her!

She is

considering

touching another one.]

[sunsetseraph]

I mean you can still make sentences, it does put you ahead of a lot of people who've gotten scrambled. I'd hate to ruin it...

I can't put them away, I don't know how!

[He never had to learn, he doesn't usually make trips to earth, cut him some slack!]

That wasn't in any books!

[dr_jd_watson]

I say, should you be shedding quite so many feathers? Is it entirely healthy?

[sunsetseraph]

[It's not healthy, he's a very stressed bird here]

I'm not... I don't think I can entirely help it, sir.

[dr_jd_watson]

No, I didn't imagine you were doing it on purpose. You'd best come with me. I'm a doctor. We'll get you some place warm and quiet, and give you a thorough looking over...

[sunsetseraph]

[BUT]

Oh! No. No I'll be alright sir, there's no need to worry about me! It... its just a little stress, thats all. Nothing I can't handle!

[dr_jd_watson]

[His answering smile is gentle, but his eyes are firm.]

Lad, there's stress, and then there's stress. You're molting like a phoenix about three minutes away from bursting into flames. Best let me take a look at you.

[sunsetseraph]

I don't really know if thats allowed, sir...

[He'd not heard a thing about checkups from Camael, after all, nor Raguel. One of them would have stated something about someome going around offering tuneups... right?]

[nerdofthelord]

That...looks very uncomfortable. Do you need help?

[sunsetseraph]

I mean I've been more uncomfortable...

[Sort of. Heaven is a bit more mindful of wings and the quantity of them on it's denizens. Earth however, is considerably less seraph friendly; oblivious, Levanael had flared all six of those appendages in a moment of emotion aaaand... broke a shelf.

A few shelves.

And was currently tangled in a mess of them and robes and big dumb wings.]

... Yes please.

[nerdofthelord]

[Which is why Castiel--who's a seraph himself, technically, though of a somewhat different variety--rarely manifests his own, single pair of wings on the material plane. Human society simply isn't built to accommodate them, let alone six at once.]

All right. Be still a moment. [He wades in amid the destruction and begins to carefully, methodically untangle the feathery knot Levanael has somehow tied himself into.]

Some of your primaries are bent, [he observes clinically as he works.] You may lose a few. Not enough to hamper you in flight, I think. How did you come to find yourself in such a predicament?

[sunsetseraph]

[Levanael was just garbage outright at hiding wings. He'd never had to leave heaven before!

Frankly he was proud that he got the human face thing down.

He could, however, be still, letting Castiel start to shift and pry away the various odds and ends he'd gotten himself wrapped in]

That's not... too bad. I think I can handle that.

With the shelves or ah...

[He gestured around helplessly at the entire scene, himself included]

Everything in general?

[nerdofthelord]

They'll grow back in soon enough.

[Cas glances up from his task, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Young, this one, if he's any judge. If not in terms of his time Created, then in his time spent on Earth, certainly.]

Whatever you think is relevant. I take it you've just recently arrived?

[sunsetseraph]

Oh well yes, they're very easily replaced, it's not an issue, it's just a shame I had to lose a primary at all.

[Definitely quite young, at least in terms of being on earth. He helps shift another piece off, raising a shifting, brilliant, sunset colored wing out of the mess.]

Thank you-

I have. I ah... I was asked to find something, a book that I realized was not in my library. And Raguel was very insistent that I find it.

So I'm finding them.

[A little sour? A little sour. But at least he had an excuse to go outside.]