Accidental video: Fuckingfabulous

[flammablepitch]

[Baz is in his dorm, sitting on the edge of the magicked oversized bed he shares with Simon and sitting across from a rather hostile elf. The emotion that is exuding from the recording is annoyance.]

Look you little fucker. You're forcing me into a very dry December right now, so if one of us should have the hatchet, it's me. Crowley, you didn't even burn when I set you on fire, so you've no right to be cross about shit. Seriously, what the fuck in wrong with this place. Fucking voyeuristic Sphere. Not enough that you get to watch us all the time, now you have to go and make tangible evidence that you're doing it?

[Baz's hand can be seen holding his wand as he points it at the elf.]

You know what, 'Come on baby, light my fire'.

[Fire shoots from the wand and engulfs the elf, hatchet and all. Nothing is actually happening, but there's a sense a small, frustrated satisfaction.]

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[flammablepitch]

They are, Snow. They love me even though I'm a monster. They could have, should have killed me. Instead, they made sure the forest was stocked so I didn't starve and treat me like I'm a normal mage.

You just never got to know them.

[fuckingtragedy]

I didn't. I don't guess they'd want me to get to know them though, unless there's some other reason I wasn't invited to family dinners after we started seeing each other. Not that I'd blame you for it. I'm messy. Why would you want to bring that around your family?

But you're right. Sorry for implying your family is less than perfect.

[flammablepitch]

The Mage was trying to destroy everything they'd ever known. They needed time. Eventually, they would have loved you as much as I do.

[fuckingtragedy]

[Simon scoffs a little.] Sure. Like one of their own.

I don't want to talk about this anymore right now. Later.

[flammablepitch]

[Baz lets out a heavy sigh.]

Simon.

[fuckingtragedy]

Not here.

[flammablepitch]

I'm coming back to the room, then.

[fuckingtragedy]

Whatever you think is best.

[Simon's just curled up on the couch under as many blankets as he could find. Good luck getting him out of there.]

>> action

[flammablepitch]

[Screw getting him out. Baz is just going to wrap himself around him.]

[fuckingtragedy]

[...well, that will work. Simon sighs, and takes a few moments to carefully roll over -- ever mindful of his wings -- to tug Baz onto the couch and under the blankets with him.]

I was being a prick, Baz.