"Sorry for what, Uriel?" Ellie said bleakly. Blessed, clueless angels...took her long enough to remember. "You didn't give the orders. And your sword doesn't kill."
She did touch the baby now, brushing the rosy cheek delicately with her fingertips as he returned her solemn gaze unblinking. Aware, as Uriel surely must be, how appallingly easy it would be to extend her claws suddenly and teach the angel what such bereavement felt like.
But there was Adam, and what would be the point, really? Pain begetting pain to no purpose and no end? She might as well return to Hell and cast herself on the mercy of Lucifer and Triskele. Metaphorically speaking.
"Be grateful," she said softly, withdrawing her hand and rubbing her fingers absently together where the feel of warm, smooth skin clung to them. "Teach him to count his blessings."
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Date: 2007-01-27 01:25 am (UTC)She did touch the baby now, brushing the rosy cheek delicately with her fingertips as he returned her solemn gaze unblinking. Aware, as Uriel surely must be, how appallingly easy it would be to extend her claws suddenly and teach the angel what such bereavement felt like.
But there was Adam, and what would be the point, really? Pain begetting pain to no purpose and no end? She might as well return to Hell and cast herself on the mercy of Lucifer and Triskele. Metaphorically speaking.
"Be grateful," she said softly, withdrawing her hand and rubbing her fingers absently together where the feel of warm, smooth skin clung to them. "Teach him to count his blessings."