Michael turned back towards Raphael, feeling helpless. What was he supposed to say to that? Because he liked the sensations a truly human body gave him? Because he didn't only love, but also wanted? Because he wanted and desired and lusted, and the object of all those feelings was Raphael, sweet, pure, innocent Raphael?
No. He wasn't about to tell Raphael that. And so, he remained silent.
It took all willpower Michael had left not to run his hand through his hair when Raphael mentioned that. This did surprise him a bit, though. Usually Raphael wasn't really the most observant of beings; rather, he was about as unobservant as an angel only could be. That he had actually not only noticed but also interpreted right his little habit was quite startling.
Of course, it definitely didn't make him any less nervous.
Ah, yes, the ornaments. An almost desperate chuckle escaped his lips as Raphael spoke about the tiny ornament angels making an effort. Oh, wouldn't he have loved that, to have Raphael respond to his feelings in such a way. Had the redhead even correctly guessed just who the two little angels represented to him?
Raphael was staring at him, obviously waiting for an answer. And, knowing that he would have to speak sooner or later, Michael said the only thing that came to his mind at the moment as he averted his eyes, unable to bear the intent stare full of hurt and betrayal.
"I... I am sorry, Raphael," he whispered, closing his eyes. From the corner of his eye a single tear fell, trailing down his cheek as he bowed his head, turning halfly away from the other archangel. "I am sorry."
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Date: 2005-12-13 12:02 am (UTC)No. He wasn't about to tell Raphael that. And so, he remained silent.
It took all willpower Michael had left not to run his hand through his hair when Raphael mentioned that. This did surprise him a bit, though. Usually Raphael wasn't really the most observant of beings; rather, he was about as unobservant as an angel only could be. That he had actually not only noticed but also interpreted right his little habit was quite startling.
Of course, it definitely didn't make him any less nervous.
Ah, yes, the ornaments. An almost desperate chuckle escaped his lips as Raphael spoke about the tiny ornament angels making an effort. Oh, wouldn't he have loved that, to have Raphael respond to his feelings in such a way. Had the redhead even correctly guessed just who the two little angels represented to him?
Raphael was staring at him, obviously waiting for an answer. And, knowing that he would have to speak sooner or later, Michael said the only thing that came to his mind at the moment as he averted his eyes, unable to bear the intent stare full of hurt and betrayal.
"I... I am sorry, Raphael," he whispered, closing his eyes. From the corner of his eye a single tear fell, trailing down his cheek as he bowed his head, turning halfly away from the other archangel. "I am sorry."