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neutral_omensDate: December 29, 1999
Setting: First corridor, then Raphael's room
Status: Private -- Michael and Raphael (Complete)
Summary: Michael runs into a hungover Raphael.
Michael ran a hand through his hair, this time more in distress than his usual nervousness. Grasping a few blond locks, he then held on, slowly walking down the corridor with his hand still in his hair, deep in thought.
He couldn't sleep. Well, so he didn't really have to sleep, either, but now, when he really would have wanted to sleep just to escape it all, he found himself absolutely unable to. His mind simply couldn't go to rest right now. Therefore, he had ended up walking around the manor for the whole night, and now, it being morning, he was still on his way to nowhere particular.
Whatever he tried to force himself to think about, his mind always returned to the same topic. Raphael. Raphael, and his love for him, and his rejection, and how much it all hurt. His conversation with Uriel had done little to help; rather he felt even more confused than before. And, while he was badly hurt by the cold rejection, he still longed to at least see Raphael, to talk with him, to be close to him.
Oh, yeah. Like that'd ever happen; Raphael clearly hated him now. Well, an angel could always dream, right?
Suddenly, he froze as he saw a figure approaching him. At first, he didn't recognize the odd being. Surely he had never encountered somebody who looked like that. Something in the back of his mind told him that he should have recognized this stranger, that he did know him, in fact, but he determinedly ignored this feeling. After all, he only knew two redheads, and this couldn't be either of them, as one of them was female and the other would surely never wear something like that.
The other came a bit nearer, and suddenly realization dawned on Michael. His jaw hang open in shock and surprise as he could no longer deny that he knew this "stranger".
"Ra -- raphael?" he stammered disbelievingly. "Is that you?"
Setting: First corridor, then Raphael's room
Status: Private -- Michael and Raphael (Complete)
Summary: Michael runs into a hungover Raphael.
Michael ran a hand through his hair, this time more in distress than his usual nervousness. Grasping a few blond locks, he then held on, slowly walking down the corridor with his hand still in his hair, deep in thought.
He couldn't sleep. Well, so he didn't really have to sleep, either, but now, when he really would have wanted to sleep just to escape it all, he found himself absolutely unable to. His mind simply couldn't go to rest right now. Therefore, he had ended up walking around the manor for the whole night, and now, it being morning, he was still on his way to nowhere particular.
Whatever he tried to force himself to think about, his mind always returned to the same topic. Raphael. Raphael, and his love for him, and his rejection, and how much it all hurt. His conversation with Uriel had done little to help; rather he felt even more confused than before. And, while he was badly hurt by the cold rejection, he still longed to at least see Raphael, to talk with him, to be close to him.
Oh, yeah. Like that'd ever happen; Raphael clearly hated him now. Well, an angel could always dream, right?
Suddenly, he froze as he saw a figure approaching him. At first, he didn't recognize the odd being. Surely he had never encountered somebody who looked like that. Something in the back of his mind told him that he should have recognized this stranger, that he did know him, in fact, but he determinedly ignored this feeling. After all, he only knew two redheads, and this couldn't be either of them, as one of them was female and the other would surely never wear something like that.
The other came a bit nearer, and suddenly realization dawned on Michael. His jaw hang open in shock and surprise as he could no longer deny that he knew this "stranger".
"Ra -- raphael?" he stammered disbelievingly. "Is that you?"
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Date: 2006-01-10 10:36 pm (UTC)However, when rather near to reaching the room he heard Raphael's mumbled words, he raised an eyebrow om question. "Frankie?" he echoed, not understanding. Just what was the healer talking about?
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Date: 2006-01-10 10:42 pm (UTC)He swallowed with difficult and tried to sit up in Michael's arms.
"Are we almost there?" He wanted very much to lay down and he knew that he needed something to drink. His body was dehydrating and without the ability to miracle anything away he would have to get something from the sink or have Michael do it.
Either way, he needed to rest and recooperate. He was beginning to wonder just what had possessed him to do something so idiotic.
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Date: 2006-01-10 10:51 pm (UTC)As the other archangel tried to sit up in his arms, he shifted his arms again a bit, allowing Raphael to reach a hopefully more comfortable position. The question didn't surprise him; if he'd felt even half as bad as Raphael looked, the only thing in his mind would have been to get some rest, too.
"We are there about... right now," he said, stopping in front of the door he knew to lead to Raphael's room. "Don't worry, you'll soon get some proper rest."
Having his both hands quite full of a rather hungover angel, he had no option but to miracle the door open. Then, he carried Raphael into the room.