Chapter Twenty. Aimé comes to terms with some uncomfortable truths.
It seems to Aimé Deverell that there is very little point to life, except for what pleasures can be enjoyed before the grave. Life is short — thank God — but at least there’s enough in the world to dull the senses in the meantime.
That philosophy shatters like glass when he meets Jean-Pierre, an angel.
Powder and Feathers is a fantasy fiction serial following the lives of three fallen angels newly arrived back to Dublin. If you are already holy, must you try to be good?
Content warnings for this chapter: violence, blood, mentions of death, manipulation, discussion of gaslighting, undernegotiated kink, power dynamics
Chapter Nineteen. Jean-Pierre dreams of past boyfriends; Aimé comes to a painful realisation.
The shower ran very hot, and steam filled the bathroom, fogging up the mirrors over the sink and over Jean-Pierre’s vanity table. Aimé didn’t know if it was right to call it a vanity table, really — Jean-Pierre did have a little set of drawers on top of it where he kept his nail polish and the make-up he wore from time to time — mostly lip glosses and eyeliners, but he had costume make-up too. It was just that it wasn’t make-up, for the most part. Jean-Pierre had pulled open the drawers and cabinets underneath the table and explained to Aimé what a lot of the equipment there was for — he had a first aid kit downstairs as well as in Colm’s car, but there were two first aid kits here, one for home use, one for travel. He had gauze and bandages, different drugs, a few neatly packed beakers and litmus papers for different blood tests, syringes…
Aimé sat on the stool beside the little table, leaning his elbows back on the surface, and he watched Jean-Pierre scrub his hands into his hair, blood running down his body and swirling into the water at the base of the shower.
Jean-Pierre had his own bathroom — the one at the top of the stairs, Asmodeus and Colm shared, which had a bathtub, but it was…