At first Mictain thought he had failed in the task of convincing Raphael of his good intentions. It hurt, he noticed. To be able to appear Michael-like he'd had to admit the true nature of his feelings for Raphael, to admit that even as a demon, even after Falling for his sake, he simply couldn't stop loving Raphael. His feelings for the healer were as much a part of him as his wings -- white or black, they wouldn't go away.
Then, however, tears rolled down Raphael's cheeks, and he came to embrace him. Mictain returned the embrace only a tad awkwardly, delighted at the feeling of having Raphael in his arms once again. He listened to the angel's words, and his demonic side roared in fury at the thought of redemption, while a small part of his mind practically wept with joy -- the part that loved Raphael.
He smiled down at the smaller creature in what he hoped was a soothing way, ignoring his demonic instincts. He maybe was a demon, and maybe he could never escape that fact, but at least he would do his best to be like the angel Raphael loved. He would do anything if it just brought him nearer to the little healer.
"I will stay," he promised quietly, and meant it. "I will stay until you tell me to go away." And then, he kissed Raphael, his mind lost in the wonder of being able to do so.
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Date: 2006-03-14 03:09 pm (UTC)Then, however, tears rolled down Raphael's cheeks, and he came to embrace him. Mictain returned the embrace only a tad awkwardly, delighted at the feeling of having Raphael in his arms once again. He listened to the angel's words, and his demonic side roared in fury at the thought of redemption, while a small part of his mind practically wept with joy -- the part that loved Raphael.
He smiled down at the smaller creature in what he hoped was a soothing way, ignoring his demonic instincts. He maybe was a demon, and maybe he could never escape that fact, but at least he would do his best to be like the angel Raphael loved. He would do anything if it just brought him nearer to the little healer.
"I will stay," he promised quietly, and meant it. "I will stay until you tell me to go away." And then, he kissed Raphael, his mind lost in the wonder of being able to do so.