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outside_omens2006-02-26 01:20 am
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Date: February 20, 2000
Status: Raphael, Michael, Uriel, Gabriel (Private)
Setting: The duck pond in St. James partk
Summary: Everything comes apart
It was only natural to be nervous. What he had to say - what he had to confess - would probably be the worst thing he could ever do to his fellow archangel. Or at least it would feel the worst - he had already done the worst by deceiving and manipulating him.
He was sure how Michael would take it - chances were that he would be self-effacing. Raphael wished he could run but then remembered Gabriel nearby, could sense his aura, and knew that the other would likely keep him from backing out of what he'd vowed to do.
For better or for worse it had to end today. And the best he could hope for was that Michael wouldn't take it out on himself. He didn't even know if the other would believe him. But he had to make Michael understand just how badly he'd gotten it wrong - that he, Raphael, was not a perfect creature and not worth what Michael offered.
Nearby the ducks quacked and Raphael frowned. Messy, raucous creatures. He didn't understand what people saw in them.
So he ignored their squaking for bread and resumed pacing, waiting for Michael to arrive and the final act of his hideous farce to begin.
Status: Raphael, Michael, Uriel, Gabriel (Private)
Setting: The duck pond in St. James partk
Summary: Everything comes apart
It was only natural to be nervous. What he had to say - what he had to confess - would probably be the worst thing he could ever do to his fellow archangel. Or at least it would feel the worst - he had already done the worst by deceiving and manipulating him.
He was sure how Michael would take it - chances were that he would be self-effacing. Raphael wished he could run but then remembered Gabriel nearby, could sense his aura, and knew that the other would likely keep him from backing out of what he'd vowed to do.
For better or for worse it had to end today. And the best he could hope for was that Michael wouldn't take it out on himself. He didn't even know if the other would believe him. But he had to make Michael understand just how badly he'd gotten it wrong - that he, Raphael, was not a perfect creature and not worth what Michael offered.
Nearby the ducks quacked and Raphael frowned. Messy, raucous creatures. He didn't understand what people saw in them.
So he ignored their squaking for bread and resumed pacing, waiting for Michael to arrive and the final act of his hideous farce to begin.