Pestilence noticed the way that Uriel's hands seemed to fidget, creeping towards the angel's wrists. He heard the angel's words, and a small spark of hope glittered in the horseman's heart at the idea that he was not wholly repuslive to Uriel, but his attention was bent on Uriel's movements.
Getting up from his chair he rushed to kneel at the angel's chair, taking Uriel's wrists in his hands. He completely ignored the angel's attempt to draw his hands back, restraining the angel's movements and pulling Uriel's hands towards his face. Staring up at him were still-livid scars of jagged knife wounds. Suddenly pieces of the puzzle fell into place... why the angel's aura was changed, why there was a lack of divine glow. His eyes grew moist and he looked up at Uriel.
"Uriel, what happened?" He knew it wasn't his place, but he silently berated himself for now being there for the angel in his time of need, hadn't been aware enough to check up on the angel earlier, and make sure that the depression hadn't turned his thoughts again to finding a way out.
No, he had been too busy wallowing in self-pity. Sure, the angel had pretty much told him to get lost, but if he loved, as he suspected and claimed, then he should have put Uriel's needs before his own.
Then again, what if it was his confrontation with the angel that had pushed Uriel to do this?
Feeling crushed, Pestilence lowered his head over the wrists, almost but not quite brushing his lips agains the scared flesh. "Was it because of me that you did this?"
If the answer was yes, then no matter how much it hurt him, he would never again bother Uriel.
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Date: 2006-03-08 11:33 pm (UTC)Getting up from his chair he rushed to kneel at the angel's chair, taking Uriel's wrists in his hands. He completely ignored the angel's attempt to draw his hands back, restraining the angel's movements and pulling Uriel's hands towards his face. Staring up at him were still-livid scars of jagged knife wounds. Suddenly pieces of the puzzle fell into place... why the angel's aura was changed, why there was a lack of divine glow. His eyes grew moist and he looked up at Uriel.
"Uriel, what happened?" He knew it wasn't his place, but he silently berated himself for now being there for the angel in his time of need, hadn't been aware enough to check up on the angel earlier, and make sure that the depression hadn't turned his thoughts again to finding a way out.
No, he had been too busy wallowing in self-pity. Sure, the angel had pretty much told him to get lost, but if he loved, as he suspected and claimed, then he should have put Uriel's needs before his own.
Then again, what if it was his confrontation with the angel that had pushed Uriel to do this?
Feeling crushed, Pestilence lowered his head over the wrists, almost but not quite brushing his lips agains the scared flesh. "Was it because of me that you did this?"
If the answer was yes, then no matter how much it hurt him, he would never again bother Uriel.