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neutral_omensDate: December 29, 1999 (right after Michael's conversation with Raphael)
Setting: Mostly Uriel's room
Status: Private -- Michael and Uriel (Complete)
Summary: Michael needs to talk.
Michael's mind was a mess as he walked down the corridor. A part of him -- well, actually most of him -- was still stunned. He had actually kissed Raphael. Twice. On Raphael's insistence.
It was rather unbelievable, really. The fact that he had finally been told to leave, and that Raphael would probably just deny it all come morning, did nothing to make him less delighted. The end of the world could have come right then and there, and he would still have been perfectly happy. Well... maybe not. But close enough.
Slowly, however, his mind came back to other, more disturbing matters. Now that he was mostly out of his stunned state, the feeling of uneasiness that had been nagging at him for a while now had come back. Throughout his conversation with Raphael he had been getting this same feeling, telling him that something was definitely not right. And, like he had already told the healer, he sincerely feared for Raphael, for he was rather certain that the thing that was wrong was Raphael's thoughts and attitude. Recently, Raphael had... changed.
Oh, he still loved Raphael, of course -- which was exactly why he was so concerned. Perhaps he was just overreacting. He'd been thinking about nothing but Raphael lately; it was only natural that his mind linked everything else with the redhead. Most probably his feeling of uneasiness was the result of something entirely else -- or it was just his own imagination. Yes, that must be it.
So why couldn't he make himself believe it?
He simply had to talk with somebody about it, but didn't know who. It had to be another angel, that was for sure. He wouldn't talk about such a matter with anybody else. However, there weren't many angels nearby, and somehow he didn't think he should go to Aziraphale and Gabriel. Uriel seemed like the best option, but... it would probably be nothing short of extremely awkward to discuss such a thing with him.
However much he thought about it, Michael kept coming back to the conclusion that he had to talk with somebody to put his worries at rest or at least clear his head. By the time he had reached Uriel's door, he had come to a decision.
He stopped, turned towards the door, and knocked.
Setting: Mostly Uriel's room
Status: Private -- Michael and Uriel (Complete)
Summary: Michael needs to talk.
Michael's mind was a mess as he walked down the corridor. A part of him -- well, actually most of him -- was still stunned. He had actually kissed Raphael. Twice. On Raphael's insistence.
It was rather unbelievable, really. The fact that he had finally been told to leave, and that Raphael would probably just deny it all come morning, did nothing to make him less delighted. The end of the world could have come right then and there, and he would still have been perfectly happy. Well... maybe not. But close enough.
Slowly, however, his mind came back to other, more disturbing matters. Now that he was mostly out of his stunned state, the feeling of uneasiness that had been nagging at him for a while now had come back. Throughout his conversation with Raphael he had been getting this same feeling, telling him that something was definitely not right. And, like he had already told the healer, he sincerely feared for Raphael, for he was rather certain that the thing that was wrong was Raphael's thoughts and attitude. Recently, Raphael had... changed.
Oh, he still loved Raphael, of course -- which was exactly why he was so concerned. Perhaps he was just overreacting. He'd been thinking about nothing but Raphael lately; it was only natural that his mind linked everything else with the redhead. Most probably his feeling of uneasiness was the result of something entirely else -- or it was just his own imagination. Yes, that must be it.
So why couldn't he make himself believe it?
He simply had to talk with somebody about it, but didn't know who. It had to be another angel, that was for sure. He wouldn't talk about such a matter with anybody else. However, there weren't many angels nearby, and somehow he didn't think he should go to Aziraphale and Gabriel. Uriel seemed like the best option, but... it would probably be nothing short of extremely awkward to discuss such a thing with him.
However much he thought about it, Michael kept coming back to the conclusion that he had to talk with somebody to put his worries at rest or at least clear his head. By the time he had reached Uriel's door, he had come to a decision.
He stopped, turned towards the door, and knocked.
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