Pestilence held his breath through Uriel's words. At times they seemed to give the horseman hope, and at others they crushed him. But it was the angel's final words that truly wrenched his heart. Whore? Pestilence gritted his teeth. Pestilence knew all about whores.
The idea that Uriel had felt like a whore with him nearly destroyed the horseman.
"It was never my intention to make you feel that way. Quite the opposite, really." Pestilence fought the heartbroken tears that welled in his eyes. He thought he should probably let go of the angel's hand, but couldn't bring himself to do it. "What I remember of that night was that it was one of the times I felt most intimate with any other being in creation." He forced himself to look at Uriel. "I am truly sorry if I forced you into something you didn't want. Please, don't put the blame on yourself. I encouraged you to drink and... eat a marshmallow- all of those things can cause both seratonin and melatonin imbalances. Making an effort, as you call it, would only make the imbalances more... concrete, more palpable. I should have known that your actions were influenced by those factors. I shouldn't have take advantage. I'm sorry, Uriel."
Pestilence said and meant all of these words, but part of him couldn't help but rebel at the sentiments, for at the time it had seemed as though Uriel had actually enjoyed it. It had given Pestilence so much joy and pleasure that he had been able to guide Uriel through these new experiences. To now regret those actions felt even worse that Uriel's rejection.
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The idea that Uriel had felt like a whore with him nearly destroyed the horseman.
"It was never my intention to make you feel that way. Quite the opposite, really." Pestilence fought the heartbroken tears that welled in his eyes. He thought he should probably let go of the angel's hand, but couldn't bring himself to do it. "What I remember of that night was that it was one of the times I felt most intimate with any other being in creation." He forced himself to look at Uriel. "I am truly sorry if I forced you into something you didn't want. Please, don't put the blame on yourself. I encouraged you to drink and... eat a marshmallow- all of those things can cause both seratonin and melatonin imbalances. Making an effort, as you call it, would only make the imbalances more... concrete, more palpable. I should have known that your actions were influenced by those factors. I shouldn't have take advantage. I'm sorry, Uriel."
Pestilence said and meant all of these words, but part of him couldn't help but rebel at the sentiments, for at the time it had seemed as though Uriel had actually enjoyed it. It had given Pestilence so much joy and pleasure that he had been able to guide Uriel through these new experiences. To now regret those actions felt even worse that Uriel's rejection.