[identity profile] winged-healer.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] outside_omens
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.

Date: 2006-02-26 10:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bipolar-uriel.livejournal.com
Uriel looked after Gabriel, every beat of the other's wings like a physical strike at him. "Just doing my job, Gabriel," he muttered, knowing well that the other wouldn't hear him -- or wouldn't listen even if he did hear. "I don't fault you for delivering messages, now do I?"

He then chuckled bitterly. It was always like this, wasn't it? He only did what was expected of him, and ended up being hated by everyone. Or perhaps they had always hated him and this just brought it out. Yes, that must be it.

He closed out the pain as best as he could, managing to maintain a somewhat calm state of mind as he spread his wings and took off as well, paying no mind to the newly Fallen demon he left behind. If he'd thought about it he would have broken down for sure. He would break down eventually, he knew that; it was only the shock of the sudden turn of events and his millennia of practice that allowed him to be somewhat calm at the moment. Or at least appear calm.

All he could do was to fly as fast as he could and hope he would be in the Manor by the time he lost control.

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