#metdrabbles

He was sitting on the dark wooden bench under the walnut tree… The green fruits hanging low …The smell of rosemary and lavender was heavy in the warm air.He leaned back, closing his eyes, facing up at the clear blue sky, the sun colouring a pattern on the earthy ground where its rays fell through the tree’s foliage.The poppy flowers swaying gently in the soft breeze that had picked up.Metatron liked this garden.It was peaceful… there were some insects buzzing and a few smaller animals rustling in the bushes…And some birds bathing now and then in the fountain… probably Gabriel’s…Admittedly the garden didn’t quite follow the seasons.He wasn’t going to tell anyone that some of the soil had been brought here from Eden…Raven probably figured when she was marvelling at how big the pumpkin had gotten… while Lydia picked strawberries…The fruits got just the right amount of sun to ripen to a delicious sweetness, very healthy for the little girl…And Raven loved to use the various plants in her food…He looked after those. And took care of the various small and big herbs growing in one part of the garden…For someone who had lived in the desert, he wasn’t half bad…Sure, things didn’t always turn out great… but the soil was helping a lot.He cleaned the earth from under his fingernails, a bit lost in thoughts. Tanned hands, calloused slightly between the fingertips of thumb and forefinger… and on the side of the middle finger where the pen rested… small patterns of papercuts and wrinkles.The thyme and the tarragon came out nicely this year.Spending the late afternoons here really made him relax after work… thank Raphael who had nudged him into this…

"Demons… are the bane of mankind!" He exclaimed, taking another sip."Really now? Because mankind is so innocent." She had her eyebrows lowered dangerously, eyes focused on him like a snake taxing its prey."Yesh! Mankind would have been great without you lot! But noooooo you had to come down and fuck my daughters! Well done you bloody idiots!"She pursed her lips."It takes two for that, you know? I think I remember hearing they quite enjoyed it…"He growled, eyes growing small, glaring at her. “… you venomous little liar…”AJ leaned sideways, elbows on the counter, propping her pretty face up, voice dripping with sweetness."They looooved it. Their moans were heard in hell. And it wasn’t something bad. Only your boss decided it was bad… You know, angels and demons have this very special way to touch humans. Oh your offspring enjoyed it. They gave themselves to us because they knew it would be better than anything your sons could ever do with them. It makes them experience everything a thousand times mo—-"The next thing she knew was her back hitting the floor hard.His hand seizing the collar of her blouse, the other one raised to a softly glowing fist.The light caused her head to ache."Shut your vile reptilian mouth!" He hissed, then was dead silent, as her stiletto was pressing threateningly to a very human part of his body.He lowered his fist, glaring…Her hands closed around the hand at her neck, tracing over the tensed sinews, the angry dark blue vein at his wrist… slowly making his fingers unclench… trailing over every part and every fingertip.”Don’t you dare…" he glowered as her shoe slipped down a bit, the heel no longer a threat, but the tip pressing just the more imminent against him."Try me…" she cooed, both mocking and encouraging. She lifted his hand, popping his forefinger into her mouth, sucking on it, fingers lightly grazing it.Her other foot helped get the occupied one out of the shoe.Her toes felt his anger growing.The Metatron gnashed his teeth, his free hand no longer a fist, but now closing in around her neck…She threw her head back, breathing against his wet finger, ball of her foot kicking lightly against him… eliciting a groan and his thumb to tilt her head even further back at her jaw."God, I hate you, demon!" he hissed against her skin, leaning in close so she could hear him… knowing the name would hurt her."… of course you do… silly little humans hate things that are better than them…"Her fingers dug into his hair as he bit into her neck…

"Okay Melca… look, it’s okay… You just stand next to the horse… and then you put your hands flat on it’s back… and you bow your legs a bit… You need a bit of strength in the arms, but I’ll help you… So you bow your legs and jump and push yourself up with your arms… And keep in mind… the leg that’s closest to the rear has to go over the horse…"He squatted and with little effort pushed himself up on the horse, settling down carefully as to not squish any important parts while straddling the tall animal."Like this, see? Nothing bad…" and he slipped back down, making the few steps over to the small girl, curling her fingers into the fabric of her tunic.Enoch took those nervous hands into his, warming them a little."I’m here Melca, don’t worry… nothing will happen." she looked at him out of those big, dark brown eyes, pleading."I can ride with ima!" she argued.He sighed and tousled her hair."You’ll soon be too tall to ride with her, you don’t want to run after us, don’t you?" he got up from his crouched pose, pulling her up with him."And you’ll have fun riding your own horse. I promise, ktantonet…"Naturally she wouldn’t ride his horse, it was too fast, too strong and not used to an inexperienced rider."But, the horses are all so big and hairy…"He had a smaller one, older and slower, but very calm and patient. Just what she needed."So am I, and you’re not afraid of me, are you?"The girl looked up at his face with a confused expression, then shook her head, wondering why her father was always so silly.He led her to the elderly mare, put his hands on the horse’s back, to show her once more how to get up, then stepped back to let her try…Small hands patted against the upper side of the horse."… Don’t worry, I’m right here…" She jumped a little, then patted again."Abaaaaaa!"It was then he realized, that she was still too small to make it on her own."Ah, slicha…" He kissed her cheek and got on his knees, feeling the soft layer of sand under his palms."Try it now…" Melca wasn’t all too sure whether her father’s back was going to be a save stepladder, but his smile was encouraging… and he tried not to complain as small naked feet jumped around on it. She emitted a worryingly squeaky sound, sending terrifying images of her falling down on the other side of the animal, into the man’s head.But she was fine.Clinging nervously to the bulky warm whithers and flanks, but fine.A bit tensed with big eyes, but fine."Wow, you did well!" Enoch beamed with pride, supporting her back as she sat up straight."Keep your lower legs pressed to its flanks, like a hug with your legs… hm hm… just the lower legs, Melca. Can you still move your thighs up?"He moved around the horse to check her other side."Try moving up and down a bit… yes, okay… looks great." he put his hand on hers, smiling and nodding in approval, then gently patted the horse’s crest."Now, I’m going to give you the reigns for a little, don’t use them to hold yourself up, use your legs for that…" If she did, she’d learn to not make that mistake again like he had… by sliding almost all the way over the animals’ neck when it got annoyed and restive.Her small hands were open as he placed the leather in them, making sure to turn them into loose fists, having the reigns run from between forefinger and thumb to between ring and little finger."Thumbs need to be up, not facing each other, yes, like that. Perfect … can you move your wrists easily?" She was still nervous and the fact that he was absolutely delighted of her babysteps, while protectively checking every move she made didn’t exactly help."Enoch! Get her off that horse! I said not more than two hours!" The man froze, then his shoulders dropped."Yes dear." he called out to his wife before holding his hands out to his daughter, to let her climb into his arms, for easier descent from the animal."Don’t be sad, aba. We continue tomorrow, okay?" Her words were honest and consoling, bringing a smile to his lips."Let’s have diner, mami."

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