𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦.

send one to have our muses meet for the first time.

“Sorry, were you just talking to me?”

“I think you dropped this.”

“You look lost. Need some help?”

“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…”

“You’re sitting in my spot.”

“Whoa! Careful!”

“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”

“Is that seat taken?”

“Sorry, I think I just spilled something on you.”

“You’re blocking the doorway.”

“Were you just staring at me?”

“Excuse me, do you know the time?”

“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”

“I’ve been sent to find you.”

“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.”

“Do you work here?”

“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”

“You’ve got something on your face.”

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“Do you know the way to ___?”

“You’re hurt. Do you need help?”

“That’s a fine ___ (cloak/hat/book/etc.). Where did you get it?”

“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”

“You look like you could use a friend.”

“I think your dog just stole my lunch.”

“Hey, you dropped your coin purse.”

“I think we’re stuck in here together.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but…”

“Are you the new neighbor?”

“First time in town?”

“I’m not sure if this belongs to you, but…”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”

“Do you mind if I join you?”

“I think you’re in the wrong place.”

“You seem… out of place.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you following me?”

“That was a close call.”

“Not to alarm you, but someone’s watching you.”

“Mind if I walk with you?”

“You look like you’re in trouble.”

“Was that your doing back there?”

“You don’t look like you’re from around here.”

“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”

“I’m guessing you’re not here by accident.”

“Do I want to know what just happened?”

“You might want to keep your voice down.”

“Is it always this strange around here?”

“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.”

She balls her hand into a fist until it bled. "She was not sick. Nor dying. Your Father ordered that to make me suffer further. Because happiness upon an enemy. That is too good for one being. If I have to rip and tear my way to him. I WILL!"

               HER   WORDS   WERE   STAINED   WITH   SELFISHNESS.   IT   WAS   THE   EXACT   thing   that   caused   so   many   humans   to   drown   in   this   never   ending   cycle,   blaming   others   for   their   own   misfortune   instead   of   looking   inside   oneself   for   reflection.   It   pained   Michael.   Yet,   no   matter   what,   he   loved   those   beings.   Such   silly   and   wonderful   creations   humans   were,   “   Everyone   deserves   happiness.   ”   

               NO,   HE   WOULD   NEVER   ATTACK   UNLESS   ATTACKED   UPON,   BUT   HE   will   not   stand   for   someone   to   bad   mouth   his   father,   “   You   speak   of   things   you   don’t   know   of,   ”   he   snapped,   voice   roaring   high   like   a   muffled   choir.   His   body   crackled   with   divinity,   a   hot   scathing   light   glowing   underneath   his   facade   skin.   A   step   was   taken   closer   to   her,   eyes   a   misty   white,   “   He   does   not   purposefully   make   others   suffer   for   his   own   enjoyment.   You   are   sadly   mistaken.   You   suffer   because   you   can   not   let   go.   Your   suffering   is,   and   will   always   be,   your   fault!   ”   His   whole   being   was   charged.

Partisan, Arms and Armor

"This soul I have trapped within me. It was not her time. And they broke the law within my cycle. For that. I can not let it go. I can not turn away. Even if you strike me down. I will do so with a smile on my face when they are nothing but ash."

               MICHAEL’S   STARE   WAS   INTENSE.   IT   ALWAYS   HAD   BEEN   AND   ALWAYS   will   be.   What   he   had   to   remember   when   dealing   with   non-ethereal   beings   was   to   blink.   He   would   often   stare   without   blinking   once,   and   topped   with   the   intensity   that   burned   behind   his   icy   blues,   it   tended   to   make   humans   uncomfortable.   However,   he   had   no   fear   when   dealing   with   Death.   Michael   was   a   statue   rooted   in   place.

               ANGELS   DID   NOT   ACT   IN   SUCH   A   WAY   UNLESS   ORDERED   to.   There   must   have   been   a   reason,   and   that   would   be   something   Death   would   never   understand,   “   You   may   believe   what   you   will.   However,   you   agreeing   with   what   I   said   while   also   stating   you   will   hunt   them   down,   is   counterintuitive.   Then…   you   do   not   believe   in   the   duties   that   were   bestowed   upon   you.   ”

"I know I don't have the right to ask anything of you... I shouldn't be here. Even though Death can not forgive your siblings. I can.. It's never fair for anyone to suffer.. But please.. Do not harm her.."

               VENOMOUS   WORDS   SIZZLED,   BUT   THEY   HAVE   NO   TRUE   HARM.   MICHAEL   knew,   and   he   wouldn’t   take   it   to   heart.   His   concern   was   of   Heaven,   the   souls   that   reside   there,   the   souls   on   this   living   plain,   and      his   own   kin.   He   was   a   creation   of   protection,   of   justice,   of   judgement,   and   of   leadership.   He   was   there   to   guide   when   necessary   which   was   what   he   hoped   to   do   with   Death.   It   was   a   hard   task,   but   Michael   never   backed   away   from   a   challenge.   

               HIS   GAZE   FLICKERED   OVER   TO   A   SOUL   THAT   MANIFESTED.   THE   maiden   was   sweet,   her   heart   full   of   care   for   Death.   It   made   Michael   smile.   Love   reached   even   the   darkest   parts   of   all   realms—   all   the   way   to   the   deep   pits   of   Hell.   Michael   knew   that   it   was   a   powerful   thing,   and   perhaps   he   should   speak   to   this   maiden   in   some   way.   Then   maybe   she   could   see   what   Michael   wanted   to   provide   for   Death.   

               Peace.