Uriel felt oddly relaxed as he looked down at Pestilence's upturned face. Although he was rather unused to touch, it didn't feel uncomfortable at all to have the horseman resting against him. Rather, it was almost... reassuring. A reminder that, once again, he wasn't alone.
He flsuhed a little at the other's words, though -- not because there'd truly been blood rushing to his face; that was pretty much impossible with no heartbeat keeping up a circulation. His blood was still in his veins. However, if Pestilence could blush grey, he definitely could blush without blood.
"I'm afraid that isn't possible," he said softly, feeling oddly disappointed at the thought of not being able to fly in Pestilence's sight. "There are people around here who have no idea about angels; it wouldn't do to have them see me flying around. It's a pity, though; I'd love to stretch my wings every once in a while."
He continued stroking the other's hair, marveling its softness. Finally he couldn't help but say, "Your hair is incredibly soft. And beautiful, too."
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Date: 2006-03-09 07:10 am (UTC)He flsuhed a little at the other's words, though -- not because there'd truly been blood rushing to his face; that was pretty much impossible with no heartbeat keeping up a circulation. His blood was still in his veins. However, if Pestilence could blush grey, he definitely could blush without blood.
"I'm afraid that isn't possible," he said softly, feeling oddly disappointed at the thought of not being able to fly in Pestilence's sight. "There are people around here who have no idea about angels; it wouldn't do to have them see me flying around. It's a pity, though; I'd love to stretch my wings every once in a while."
He continued stroking the other's hair, marveling its softness. Finally he couldn't help but say, "Your hair is incredibly soft. And beautiful, too."