[The problem with temptation was that the company Uriel kept was far too good at it. For being an archangel of judgement, this was not the better of his calls. Then again, Uriel had walked a fine line between being "good" and being "just good enough" for the better part of the last 1,500 years. No matter what his mortal vessel was, the body always leaned towards his former brother without thought. A good show of being unreceptive and judgemental was the best counter-agent he had for Astaroth's poison.
After all, if he didn't cross his arms and throw scathingly coated remarks, no matter how much out of fondness they were said, he'd fall for the lesser of Astaroth's ploys.
So the angel leaned against the rail of the elevator, pulling his fingers through the mop of blonde hair atop it with mock complacency. Slightly crumpled slacks. A crinkle-nosed look towards his fallen brother.]
You always take me to the best places. [A half-grin. It's half-mocking, only because it's true. Astaroth always picks the better places. The joke would be that Uriel far preferred the seedier locales.]
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After all, if he didn't cross his arms and throw scathingly coated remarks, no matter how much out of fondness they were said, he'd fall for the lesser of Astaroth's ploys.
So the angel leaned against the rail of the elevator, pulling his fingers through the mop of blonde hair atop it with mock complacency. Slightly crumpled slacks. A crinkle-nosed look towards his fallen brother.]
You always take me to the best places. [A half-grin. It's half-mocking, only because it's true. Astaroth always picks the better places. The joke would be that Uriel far preferred the seedier locales.]