O LIGHT THAT FOLLOWEST ALL MY WAY, I YIELD MY FLICKERING TORCH TO THEE;

[catholicisms]

characters: matt, & other people
location: many places
date/time: first half of november
content: matt is doing things
warnings: i'm still hot garbage at this... and i'll add if anything comes up



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[catholicisms]

( well right after getting back from searching for a probably dead kid, a little less cynicism is probably a tall order, too. he's willing enough to let that discussion die, avoid more exposure of feelings he'd rather pretend didn't exist. there's no helping what he did or didn't find. he's not giving up, far from it — but there's not really anything that is going to make him feel any better about Grizz being gone.

Matt grimaces and rubs his face, connecting dots he was not actually aware of. )

He's mixed in with those two? ( he doesn't know that much about Soldat, besides some blunt mentions of his brainwashing and taking note of how easily he takes suggestion. those two implies negative opinion of both, though really, it's just Crowley. he's not mad at Aziraphale, he's just disappointed he has the backbone of a creampuff. someone with a history of brainwashing and easily prone to suggestion having any relationship at all with Crowley sounds like a recipe for disaster.

it already was, turns out!

there's no opportunity to further gossip about the trio, however, as Matt straightens, suddenly, turning toward... well, it seems like nothing, until the practically silent pitter-patter of leafy feet finishes its approach and the spirit curls around his ankle. he feels both terrible to have woken the spirit, and at the same time, glad. he cares about Ivy a great deal, and while he wouldn't wake it just to comfort his demons. he puts his drink down to offer the spirit a hand and it climbs him like... well, for lack of a better word, a tree. from there it winds itself around his neck with quiet sounds of contentment. it's a practiced maneuver, clearly not the first cuddle Ivy has claimed.

he holds the spirit and rubs a hand over the especially tiny back, expression shifted into something less weary, less resigned, to something less raw. )

Thank you. For looking after Ivy. ( it's not the first time he's asked nor the first time he's been grateful, but especially now. when he realizes exactly how easy it is to lose something he cares about, to know that Ivy is in incredibly trustworthy hands means a lot. )

[shadowsran]

[She leans Sisyphean on her best day; there's little else to do but take her best swing and not feed what might contribute to a tailspin. He doesn't seem to be fast approaching the border of functional, but in an environment as stressful or outright hostile as their current one it feels well within normal levels of caution to worry about any extra nudge.]

He is. Really, Crowley's the only bad apple-- [She does in fact have time to say, as she couldn't hear such small feet. Hm. Hmm-mmm.

It is at least cute enough to prevent any mulling on that. Having had the benefit of their company long enough to discern the real priorities, Misty isn't too fussed about the waking - Ivy wants what Ivy wants, and Matt's return was to be basked in with as little delay as possible. She respects the independence. Smiles.]

It's nothing, really. Not an idea place to leave anybody alone, and they're...mostly a great house guest. Some missing knickknacks I'm a little worried about, but past that it's a pleasure.

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( there's a saying about one bad apple spoiling the bunch, and considering neither Soldat nor Aziraphale seem capable or willing to tell Crowley to knock it the fuck off, so that phrase lends itself nicely to the situation. he doesn't have time to point it out this time, sadly, but it's fine, Matt can bitch about Crowley later. he apparently is ready to complain about him at any given opportunity.

he's not surprised by the spirit's quick fingers. it earns a barebones hint of a smile. )

Probably in the flower pot. I've found my sunglasses in there a few times.

( Ivy liked to keep trinkets, especially ones that belonged to people it liked. it was endearing, though it also meant occasionally having to dig up his sunglasses, which is about the only thing close to a trinket Matt has. well, that and the cane, but that one didn't easily fit in the flower pot, apparently. )