As soon as Pestilence could focus on Uriel, whatever small amount of self-control and resolve he had seemed to slip away. Oh blast that angel for making him feel all dizzy and nervous!
Once Pestilence had managed to pull himself together, Uriel's aura finally had sunk in. Pestilence could feel it deep inside himself, something was different, not right. The twisting was still there, the hint of disquiet that both attracted him and caused him to feel mind-crushing sympathy for the beautiful angel. But there seemed to be the residue of other auras entwined with his. At least two other beings had been... near Uriel. One Pestilence knew. That damned healer. What was that nosy little prick doing around his angel?!
His angel? Pestilence caught himself mid thought. What was he thinking? Uriel wasn't his. He didn't have a chance.
Even after all of that, though, he thing that truly made him pause was the nervous energy of Uriel. Sure, they had both been nervous on Valantine's day, but this was different. The horseman thought he had an idea, though. The bright glow that had surrounded Uriel that night was dim, as thought it were simply hanging on by a thread. That, more than anything, made Pestilence feel like falling apart.
"Yes, I did want to see you. Could we talk?" He moved out of the doorway and motioned towards the chairs. "I just want to... make sure that you're OK. And, um, apologize, I guess. You know, for overstepping the bounds."
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Once Pestilence had managed to pull himself together, Uriel's aura finally had sunk in. Pestilence could feel it deep inside himself, something was different, not right. The twisting was still there, the hint of disquiet that both attracted him and caused him to feel mind-crushing sympathy for the beautiful angel. But there seemed to be the residue of other auras entwined with his. At least two other beings had been... near Uriel. One Pestilence knew. That damned healer. What was that nosy little prick doing around his angel?!
His angel? Pestilence caught himself mid thought. What was he thinking? Uriel wasn't his. He didn't have a chance.
Even after all of that, though, he thing that truly made him pause was the nervous energy of Uriel. Sure, they had both been nervous on Valantine's day, but this was different. The horseman thought he had an idea, though. The bright glow that had surrounded Uriel that night was dim, as thought it were simply hanging on by a thread. That, more than anything, made Pestilence feel like falling apart.
"Yes, I did want to see you. Could we talk?" He moved out of the doorway and motioned towards the chairs. "I just want to... make sure that you're OK. And, um, apologize, I guess. You know, for overstepping the bounds."