#deastris

  “Can I what now?” The archangel sounded amused at best. At first, he was rather spooked to find a child outside at such a late hour, while the heavy rains fell from the sky. It was why he had his wings out in the first place, he did not suspect company, and the dark made for a good cover. And the water, ah, the water. It felt so nice. His wings were folded at his back when he moved towards the child that hid where the rain could not get her – or where he couldn’t her? He tried to read her expression but she did not seem afraid. To him. He had yet a lot to learn about the human nature.

“Are you here all by yourself?”

She hated going to her Father’s... she really did. Perhaps it was a bad thing to admit, and perhaps it was wrong of her to run off like she had, but she had a plan in that small head of hers. Retrace the way that her Maman had taken her to get there... and then she would be back home. Easy, right? Though she had quickly learned that it wasn’t quite so easy as she had made it seem to be in her head. Curled up on a bench at a bus stop that at least had a small portion of covering for her, she hadn’t thought before speaking out as she had. The child didn’t have any sense of being afraid of strangers, quite frankly, her innocence allowing her to assume that all grown ups were good. 

“Clever witches earn ten points, and silly mages get zero points.”

People were always coming and going in the city. There was always something happening- something new to see. Oliver liked that about London, but perhaps his favorite thing were the many green spaces. He could be out, caught up in the hustle and bustle of everyone around him, then step foot into a park and feel miles away. Nature had always calmed him. 

This evening, as Oliver and his cousin were closing the shop and the sun was setting, he saw through the window just how cloudless the sky was. After finishing his chores, he grabbed his bag and headed out.

   he pretends a surprise but does not object, calloused fingers finding their own awkward way of playing with the other’s hair, not unlike the way of a mother gorilla, picking at the parasite in the baby’s hairs. there is something genuinely warm about his trying.

   “are you sure you’re not taking too much on yourself?” he’s teasing, mostly.

“i’m so exhausted. i’m glad her grace is still so small she needs to sleep every few days...”

of course there were other angels that could take care of her instead. heaven was full of willing caretakers. but michael had a weakness for the tiny fledglings. the new kind of angels that sometimes appeared. he just couldn’t handle the idea to let someone else take care of them. though, sooner or later he was forced to let it happen. he was high-commander, not babysitter. 

“i enjoy it. it’s not often that I can be anything else than a commander.”

@deastris

Sickness had struck Michael. Which was actually not too rare of a thing. It happened rather often when he had met one of those that had left heaven. Coughing up a black tar like substance. Only a few knew of it since he hid away until it was over again.

This time, it had been especially bad, so bad even Michael was told to rest, sleep. A rare thing for an angel. 

But it had disappeared entirely again, at least it seemed that way as Michael was suddenly not to be found in his bed anymore.

The archangel stepped behind Raquel, hands were placed on the sides of Raq’s hips while his chin came to rest on the other’s shoulder.

          “Raq...”

His voice soft, quiet but the smile on his lips was also to be heard in his voice.

          “I was trying to find Lucifer... he is not on any of the usual places...            did you see him? Or the others?”

   the archangel doesn’t let himself be discouraged by the other’s confusion and leans in a little closer to explain, confidentially, patiently – yet with that grin on his face. “’tis a human expression, i understand.” a pause, eyes narrowing ever so slightly, focused on michael. “means what’s up. or. what is happening. what are you doing.”

he finally steps away, hand patting at the other’s shoulder as he navigates the two of them face to face. “that is, if you are doing anything.” again, a smile.

Michael rarely relaxed, it wasn’t truly in his nature... or rather he had learned to ignore that part of himself. But weirdly around Raq it proved near impossible to not let his guard down a bit, or to not allow his lips to curve into a slight smile. A nearly shy one, as since most rare beings tend to be.

          “Nothing, really. The usual...”

Waiting, guarding, watching... more like a statue, hardly thinking, not moving just watching the universe spin while he was the fixed point. Waiting for orders or for someone requesting his help or attention.

To be fairly honest, he missed the hug as soon as it was taken away. Like most beings he craved contact, like back before the war when they all felt closer. Well... even then Michael had been an outsider. He seemed to be intimidating to most.

For a short moment Michael tenses up, surprise always made him instantly go into a fighting stance, but... only for a second. Seconds until he realized there was no reason to fight, he was safe. It was Raquel. And so tension falls away and a slight smile appears instead only to be replaced by a confused frown.

          “Cooking? Was I supposed to cook something?             I am really not good at cooking...”