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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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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.

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Pestilence continued to pet her. She felt so small in his arms, so perfect there. She was much smaller than Uriel, but as sleep began to overtake his weary mind, he couldn't help but feel that it was somehow Uriel resting there besides him, sharing his bed and close to his heart.

With thoughts about his true love and the small blessing of meeting Angela that night, he drifted off into sleep.