Diplomatic Envoy to Fantasyland and a Letter to Cayce (RP, Aziraphale and Psyche)

[soho-angel.livejournal.com]

A few days after the prayer meeting and Sylar's rude interruption, Aziraphale set out to run some errands. The first, unfortunately, proved in vain, and he dropped a letter in the mail with a heavy heart before proceeding to the second.

Dear Miss Cayce,

I am loathe to be the bearer of possible bad news, but I stopped by to see how Mr. Adams was doing this morning, and both the first aid station and the opera house appear to be abandoned. Have you seen or heard from him or from Susan since the prayer meeting?

Aziraphale

A short time later found him approaching the clearing next to the Small World ride, carrying a bouquet of flowers and looking pensive.

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[late-born-myth.livejournal.com]

"Anyone particularly attractive or powerful who doesn't pay her or her avocation proper attention?" Psyche suggested whimsically. "She doesn't exactly confide in me, you know: when she mentions other people at all it's usually taunts or an unsubtle attempt to draw me into an intrigue."

"That's what I worry about most," she added. "The little games she likes to play - mortal lives as pawns. Well, it isn't only her, most of the older gods like that kind of thing. But there's nothing Mother would like better than to play that game against me. She's always been convinced I cheated, the first time."

Psyche paused, then admitted with a quirk to her lips, "And of course I did. By some definitions, anyway, and I'd do it again. But, well. Having the two of us here, surrounded by mortals - I'm always in fear that she'll decide to interfere with someone I'll feel honor-bound to try to protect."

[soho-angel.livejournal.com]

Well, Aziraphale understood about occasionally bending the rules for a good cause. "I used to worry about that sort of thing with Crowley before we came to our Arrangement. But Aphrodite hardly sounds like the type who can be reasoned with."

He started to say something else, then stopped and laughed wryly. "There, now, I was going to offer to help if such a situation did ever arise, but considering my track record thus far I should probably leave well enough alone. Nonetheless, if I see or hear anything that seems relevant, you will be the first to hear of it."

[late-born-myth.livejournal.com]

She smiled back at him. "I don't suppose you could call long-simmering, catty resentment an Arrangment? I suppose it does do us both good to have an enemy in sight, and I have been a member of her House for a long time now."

"But thank you for that, at any rate. And I'll try to keep you informed, as well."

[soho-angel.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, my dear. For that and the refreshments, and your charming company. I suppose I should be getting along." The angel rose, picking up the books. "Do you know, I've often wondered why humans have seen the need to devise deities for themselves when they already have a perfectly good Creator. It would make a great deal more sense to me if more of them were like you." He did hope that came out to the compliment it was intended to be...

[late-born-myth.livejournal.com]

Psyche's expression went a little distant, but she smiled politely as she rose with him. "Well. That's a bit of a complex issue, and one we're likely to have different views on. But, ah, thank you for your good opinion of me."

[soho-angel.livejournal.com]

Sensing he'd misstepped, the angel chose to quit while he was behind, bowed slightly, and wished her a pleasant afternoon before retreating.

Well, that was a stupid thing to say, he told himself on the walk back to the tea shop. But there it was: there were some...prejudices, he supposed he had to call them if he were being honest, that more or less came with his job and couldn't be overcome if he wanted to remain what he was. Associating so closely with one of the Fallen was dangerous enough, but at least he and Crowley were fundamentally in agreement as to who was ultimately In Charge. Coming to this place had raised a great many new questions to which ineffable was an unsatisfactory answer, but it was still really the only one he had.

Well, at least they'd come to some sort of accord over the matter of Sylar. Gabriel. Whatever he called himself. He wasn't sure he felt any better about anything, and he didn't suppose he'd been much help to Psyche either, but perhaps some good would eventually come out of it. He hoped.