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Date: April 22nd, 2000 (Good Friday)
Setting: The Red Lion Pub
Status: Uriel and Pestilence
Summary: The Presence is Low, As is a Horseperson- The remedy? Smex.

Pestilence was so drunk he didn't even notice that the bartender had passed out with acute appendicidis, neglecting to refill his glass. The horseman was three drinks away from dead, and that was just fine with him. He never could understand why today was called "Good" Friday. In his opinion it sucked royally and the only way to comfort onself was by drowning in a bottle of Holy spirits.

Leaving the manor hadn't helped erase memories of Uriel. In his heart he knew that it wouldn't even before he left, but he had tried his best to keep himself busy. He was busy developing SARS, making AIDS more resiliant, honing a new flu. All of the things that had always given him the most amount of pleasure. It didn't hold a candle to the pleasure he had had with Uriel though. Not just the sex, the just being around the angel, looking at his art, watching him fly.

Ever since the break up, h had been thinking about his letter. To be honest, he hadn't really thought of Mary Mallon since she died. Yeah, he had courted her, she was nice enough to be with, but again, if he were to be honest, he had only ever really used her. At the time he had wanted typhoid to get some publicity (he was male, he needed his ego stroked now and again), and she had presented herself at the perfect time and place. Plus she was fiery enough to stir up all the publicity he desired. Typhoid Mary, as she came to be called, though, had never held him enthralled as Uriel did. They had enjoyed good times, but they had both known it was only a fling. With Uriel it had felt so much different, as though eternity was theirs.

So much for his high hopes.

He drank another bottle of rubbing alcohol.

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After her flight (http://community.livejournal.com/neutral_omens/73141.html#cutid1) Uriel touched the ground on a little side alley. Changing her robe into a white dress and a matching little jacket, she let her wings disappear and closed the rips in the fabric. With the final touch of a small whit epurse she let herself become visible and walked out to the street.

He was nearby, that much she could tell, but where was a different question. She didn't have to look for long, though, before she saw a man exiting a pub -- sneezing violently. Even if Pestilence wasn't there, she figured it was as good a place to start from as any.

Fortunately, though, as soon as she was inside she spotted his light form among all the people -- many of which didn't seem really well. In fact, several of them seemed to be severely unwell. Ignoring this, she closed the disturbing soul auras out of her mind as best as she could, trying to forget her nervousness around all these humans. Pestilence was the only one that mattered to her.

She dimmed her aura -- not that there was much to dim, not today -- hoping that whatever traces remained would be lost in his drunkenness. Then she started walking towards her destination, desperately hoping he would notice her first so that she wouldn't have to try to start a conversation.

*A virgin?* Pestilence wasn't sure how to take it. He was pretty sure he'd never had a virgin before... until Uriel, that was. But, (as much as he'd fantasized about it), they had never had real sex, so it wasn't quite the same. He may have been a personification of nastiness, but it was still too much for him to simply take her without at least asking.

Pulling his hand away til it was only stroking the inside of her thigh (he wasn't an angel, afterall) he looked into her wide eyes. "Angela, I won't lie to you. I want you very badly. But your first time? A pretty girl like you? Surely you have queues of boyfriends lined up. You must have a steady. If he's out of town, we don't have to go all the way. I'd be pleased just to go down on you, so you don't have to worry that you got into something you can't get out of. No hard feelings, darling."

Though he knew it would never happen, he knew that he would dream about finally 'going all the way' with Uriel, probably for the rest of his existance. He thought of how he'd feel if Uriel just upped and slept with the first person he met after their break-up. It would kill him.

"I want you to be sure, mia Angela. No pressure."

Uriel's heart sang with joy as Pestilence held her close to himself. For a moment she simply enjoyed the closeness, then set her head on his chest to be even closer to him. His hand was still caressing her hair. Once again she imagined that he was truly aware of who she was and still did this, that this caring, almost -- dare she even think it? -- yes, almost loving attention he was paying to her was directed at the angel Uriel and not just a random woman he'd met in a bar. Of course, she knew her dreams were futile, but that didn't stop her from dreaming.

"Oh, yes, I will," she replied, smiling tiredly. For one thing, she felt so very exhausted right now that she might actually fall asleep -- the combination of sex and the weak Presence was wearing her out. For another thing, she wanted to have the luxury of lying beside Pestilence for the whole night without having to fear the consequences at least once. In the Manor they had stayed in each other's beds a couple of times, but it had always been with the fear that they might be discovered, and usually the guesting party had left before dawn to avoid discovery. Here, however, she needn't worry. Nobody was going to find her here.

Even if it was the only time in her existence that she did so, she could, for once, fall asleep in her beloved's arms.