#skyesmuses

        The blonde looks up from her laptop as she hears movement in front of her, and she is pleasantly surprised to see that someone had sat down across from her.    ---    One, because it was late and she was getting bored  ...  and two, because he was incredibly attractive. He’s got that look in his eyes, the one where Summer knows it’s safe to engage. In fact, it seems like he’s actually interested in doing just that.        ❛    One of those nights?    ❜        She gestures towards the man’s coffee cup, raising her own to display it to him. She places it back down on the table, leaning back ever-so-slightly in her chair.        

Of course it had to be her. Of course Azrael had to be the one to deliver this news to Mia. --- It was only natural; after all, Cody was her charge. She raised him up and swore to protect him. It was clear that, in their own ways, Mia loved Cody as much as Azrael did. 

It was late at night -- Az wasn’t the best with keeping track of human time, but she knew it was late by the emptiness of the area as she stared out the window, since she was inside.

In Mia’s house, to be specific.

She’d done it several times before, but she was usually there for Cody. 

This time, there was no Cody. It was just her. -- She was there for Mia. 

Mia soon came through the door, tired from a day of work. The angel almost felt bad that she had to speak to her at a time like this, but it was urgent. -- Something was wrong in the plan, and it had to be set straight. Some other angels told Az to manipulate Mia, but she could never do that to someone Cody loved so much.

She had to tell her the truth.

Petite hands, which had previously been wringing themselves together nervously, popped out in front of her so as to show she didn’t mean to alarm Mia. -- Of course, she hadn’t given the young woman a heads-up that she would be visiting, but she was there now, so she didn’t really see a point in making a huge deal of it.

“I am sorry to intrude like this.” She stands up slowly from where she had been sitting, petite frame moving towards Mia. “-- But we need to talk. It’s about Cody.” A pause.

there she sat: pam beesly, as beautiful as ever. jim often sneaks glances over at her desk at reception; sometimes they make eye contact and laugh about the usual nonsense that goes on in the office, but on this day in particular, pam was looking down. in fact, she was looking down at her yogurt, which naturally wouldn’t have been an issue --- if it wasn’t expired. 

alright, so it might’ve been strange and semi-creepy that jim knew that fact, but he’d been scouting the fridge (maybe to find out what pam’s favorite flavor of yogurt was, but that was besides the point) when he noticed the date on pam’s snack had passed. he should’ve thrown it out at the time, but he had panicked and simply placed it back on the shelf.

now, as pam was about to take a spoonful of the yogurt, jim realized that he couldn’t just let her find out that it was expired the hard way. so swiftly, the man stands up, subconsciously ruffles his hair, and stuffs his hands into his pockets as he heads over to her. 

upon approaching her desk, he first clears his throat, to which she looks up at him in response. he can practically feel his face flush just a bit, and he rubs the back of his neck before opening his mouth to speak. 

It’s dark out, but as the young woman approaches him -- most likely to shoo him off her property, a light appears from behind him, and the shadow of large wings spread against the side of her house. He knows she will know what he is, but not who he is. He has also heard of her last interaction with an angel: Azrael. She had to deal some heavy news, and Amelia’s distress was too great to ignore. This wasn’t part of the original plan, but going by the past and how things were in the present, this seemed like the safer deal. Desperation made for great agreement, after all, but that wasn’t why Michael was doing this. Not really. There was more to it than that.

“Amelia.” 

He calls out to her, his voice raised over the wind that had picked up once he revealed his wings. He was an archangel, after all; he was more powerful than the rest, and it was quite evident in his presence.