Feathers and Frosting|| Keira & Metatron|| Drabble
Summary: Metatron’s casual visit to an old friend’s house reintroduces him to a brat who used to make his life hell. But since they’re sentenced to frosting cookies they must form an alliance. And from there things take an interesting turn.
Warning: This will get NSFW as all hell.
The 8'7 Angel’s eyes widened in shock as he felt his wing brush porcelain, flinching as he heard the vase shatter against the floor.
“Shit,” he muttered, cursing his expansive wing span as he folded the irritating feathered appendages into his back and inspected the damage, chewing on his lip as he shifted the broken pieces around with his foot.
“What in fuck’s name?” Demetra Black scoffed, walking into the room and raising an eyebrow at the mess.
Metatron blushed, looking guilty as he began apologising to the Siren, full head of long spiky black hair bowed.
“I’m so sorry. I just flashed in. I didn’t mean-”
“It’s fine, Ashley,” she snorted, waving away his guilty admissions.
“But. I broke your vase.”
“I don’t care. I promise you I’m not even remotely upset.”
The frown twisting his face clearly conveyed the fact he didn’t feel he deserved forgiveness just yet and in the end the 4'9 blonde sighed.
“Fine, Ashley. Go frost the cookies in the kitchen and I’ll consider us even.”
