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Date: January 14, 2000
Setting: Tadfield Manor, Michael's Room
Status: Private - Raphael, Michael
Summary: Raph gets worried - and slides a few more notches down the ladder.



Raphael looked in the mirror at his reflection, trying to work up the nerve to do what he had to do. His arguments with Crowley and Pestilence simply went to prove that he had few, if any, allies in the entrapping mansion... save for one.

Michael.

Michael, he realized upon reflection, could be his answer. The angel was obsessed; and Raphael knew how far an obsessed lover could go. Frankie and Eliza were proof of that. Suffice it to say that he didn't actually feel anything for the angel; though he had to admit he was attractive, it did not go deeper. He did not love Michael...

But surely, it could not be so difficult to convince him that he did, not when Michael wanted to believe it.

Raphael wanted assurance, protection... the muscle he didn't have against the numerous supernatural entities he loathed. And Michael, once properly smitten and taken in, would do whatever he asked. Everybody implied that they were dating anyway. Nobody would find it amiss. And he would be safe with Michael as his shield.

His hair was shining perfectly, his robe was dazzling. He made sure to look slightly paler than normal, slightly more vulnerable.

He left his room, walked to Michael's and knocked on the door.

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[archangel-mike.livejournal.com]

Michael was sitting on his bed, his thoughts wandering from one matter to another. Mostly he was thinking about Raphael. As usual.

Rapphael had been the one topic most occupying his thoughts for the last two millennia or so. Lately, however, he had been thinking about the healer even more than usually. At times, he was worried for Raphael, at other times he jsut wondered just how the other archangel felt about him in the end. It was rather hard to try to read the signs when at one moment he was told to get lost and the next he was asked to kiss Raphael. He wished Raphael would just make up his mind already. (...And, hopefully, pick the latter option.)

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. Wondering who it might be and deciding that it was probably Uriel -- after all, who else would be coming to his room? -- he stood up. He might just as well actually open the door.

However, as he opened the door and saw the person on the other side, he froze. It was not Uriel. Instead it was absolutely the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, the mere sight leaving him stunned for a moment.

At last he could get over his shock enough to actually speak. "...Raphael?" he said quietly, still not quite believing what he saw.

[archangel-mike.livejournal.com]

Michael's heart was singing with joy. He could hardly believe this was actually happening. Here he was, with his arms around Raphael, Raphael holding onto his shirt, and... Raphael actually told he loved him?! He had to be dreaming. Or just hallucinating. This couldn't be happening, it was too perfect.

But it was real, he knew it. Raphael was so very real there in his arms, so very real and right, exactly where he belonged -- in Michael's opinion, anyway. And, no matter how inclined he was to believe that his ears had just deceived him, he knew that Raphael had said exactly what he'd heard the healer saying.

Not really knowing how to react, he did the only thing that came to his mind at the moment. Tightening his embrace again, he brought Raphael firmly against his chest, wanting to hold him there and protect him forever.

"I love you, too, Raphael," he whispered, his voice almost breaking with all the emotions it was carrying. "I love you too."

[archangel-mike.livejournal.com]

Michael smiled, hoping that it would comfort Raphael at least a bit. The other angel must be very nervous at the moment. He finally untangled his hand from Raphael's hair, bringing it up to cover the much smaller hand currently touching his face.

"You'll always be safe with me, Raphael," he promised quietly, looking into the green eyes, so lovely and exotic. Most angels had blue eyes, but there were always exceptions. Raphael was one of them -- and beautifully so, if one were to ask Michael. "Always."

After a moment of hesitation, he loosened the hold of his other arm, deciding that Raphael most probably could stand on his own already. Hopefully. Then he crouched a bit, scooping the other angel into his arms. Having Raphael there felt oddly familiar, even if he'd only ever held the healer that way once before. Miracling away the chairs that hadn't been needed after all, he then started to carry Raphael towards the bed.