Pestilence smiled at the angel, even if it was a little wibbly around the edges.
"Believe me, angel, for my own part, I would rather suffer from ebola than cause you to do anything you regreted. You probably think me a fool, angel. Or worse. But I care about you. I care about your well-being." He smiled just a little bit more brightly, a little mischevious glint in his eye. "And coming from a horseman of the apocalypse bent on the ill-being of all creatures, that's saying something."
He couldn't help but notice that Uriel hadn't yanked his hand back away from his grap, so he increased the pressure of his hand against Uriel's beautifully slender hand drawing it again to his lips. After kissing it gently, he spoke.
"Angel, I don't want you to think I have ulterior motives, but there is more to existance than simply carrying out orders. Even if this is the last time I'll ever have the pleasure to see you, don't limit yourself. There are so many things to enjoy. Not just sex," (though that was the horseman's favorite), "Just as other angels are lacking because of their inability to truly suffer, so can they not exist because they don't partake in pleasures. There are days when the scents on the air are enough to make me forget any pain. The way the wind feels on my skin, causing me to shiver. Those are all things I couldn't live without. You don't need to live without them either. Allow yourself to experience the good aspects of life, don't get caught in a pit of suffering."
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Date: 2006-03-09 04:46 am (UTC)"Believe me, angel, for my own part, I would rather suffer from ebola than cause you to do anything you regreted. You probably think me a fool, angel. Or worse. But I care about you. I care about your well-being." He smiled just a little bit more brightly, a little mischevious glint in his eye. "And coming from a horseman of the apocalypse bent on the ill-being of all creatures, that's saying something."
He couldn't help but notice that Uriel hadn't yanked his hand back away from his grap, so he increased the pressure of his hand against Uriel's beautifully slender hand drawing it again to his lips. After kissing it gently, he spoke.
"Angel, I don't want you to think I have ulterior motives, but there is more to existance than simply carrying out orders. Even if this is the last time I'll ever have the pleasure to see you, don't limit yourself. There are so many things to enjoy. Not just sex," (though that was the horseman's favorite), "Just as other angels are lacking because of their inability to truly suffer, so can they not exist because they don't partake in pleasures. There are days when the scents on the air are enough to make me forget any pain. The way the wind feels on my skin, causing me to shiver. Those are all things I couldn't live without. You don't need to live without them either. Allow yourself to experience the good aspects of life, don't get caught in a pit of suffering."