Pestilence inhaled deeply at Uriel's playful tone. It was wonderful to hear happiness in the other being's voice. If only he could hear it more often, and perhaps in a different setting... But just because they were getting along didn't mean that Uriel was just going to jump back into bed with him, Pestilence reminded himself. Even if it was a possiblity, (and the idea did have its appeal) Pestilence was afraid that they would have to go through all of this again, that Uriel might again choose to forget him. The prospect sobered the horseman up a bit.
"I'm ready to go whenever you want. I know some very quiet little meadows that would be perfect, I think." He nestled his head onto the angel's knee. "Whatever you want, Uriel, its yours if its within my power."
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Date: 2006-03-09 09:11 am (UTC)"I'm ready to go whenever you want. I know some very quiet little meadows that would be perfect, I think." He nestled his head onto the angel's knee. "Whatever you want, Uriel, its yours if its within my power."