i'm leaving you my last curse

[bravebartender]

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[stupetballs]

[Her eyebrows go up at that, and somehow, despite the circumstances of her birth:]

I didn't know angels did that.

[predilections]

Have sex? Fall in love? Oh yeah. Angels are people, too. Just, really, really old soldiers. Angels come in all shapes and sizes. And vessels.

( Why yes, she is well-versed. )

[stupetballs]

Oh. Huh.

[So her dad wasn't a one off. That's ... good to know at least.]

I've only really met one. It was a really small sample size.

[predilections]

He was apparently celibate?

( Back into the personal, but Taylor loves to dish. She does, again, try and see where her boyfriend is, still listening. )

[stupetballs]

Oh, he was definitely not celibate.

[Let's not talk about her father's brief affair with her sister.]

But he also had amnesia and thought he was human for a while, so it's hard to tell what's his actual personality or a side effect?

[predilections]

Sounds like a soap opera.

( How fascinating. )

[stupetballs]

It kinda was. We got him his memory back, but unfortunately he was killed shortly after, so we didn't really get a whole lot of time to talk to him.

[Which is unfortunate, given that he was Waverly's father and she very much wanted more time.]

[predilections]

I'm sorry. Angel blade?

( Taylor, you can't just ask how an angel is killed. )

[stupetballs]

Uh ...

[Waverly blinks, unsure how to answer that, but fortunately she's saved by the Dolls.

"Hey. We have a problem."]

A non-Thanksgiving problem?

["Afraid so."]

[predilections]

Sounds like it's going to be all of our problems. But, let me just...

( And she collects her plate and drink and heads her boyfriend off at the pass. They can move over here now. )