http://demon-mictain.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] demon-mictain.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] neutral_omens2006-03-14 04:49 am
Entry tags:

(no subject)

Date: March 7, 2000
Setting: The Manor infirmary
Status: Private - Mictain and Raphael -- Complete
Summary: Mictain goes looking for a certain angel.
Rating:


Mictain wandered down the halls with no clear destination. This was not very unusual nowadays. After all, he had little else to do.

He realized he had come close to the infirmary, and that Raphael was likely to be there. After a moment's thinking he headed for it, this time with determination.

It wasn't like he missed the angel or something like that, of course. He was merely bored, and Raphael was pretty. He was fun to tease, too; the healer seemed so afraid of him that it was ridiculous. And perhaps, should he find the healer, he could even touch him -- stroke his cheek, for instance. His skin was so soft and the way he blushed so very very pretty...

Or perhaps he should try to make Raphael forget his fear for him. After all, if there was no fear, he could probably play with the angel's loneliness and lack of Michael and get back into his bed. Because he lusted after him, of course, which was a perfectly proper demonic thing to do, not because he still loved him or something like that. Love was for fools; it only got you hurt in the end. He ought to know.

Not bothering to knock, he opened the door to the infirmary with a broad smirk on his face. "Good afternoon, angel," he said, practically purring with satisfaction as he indeed found Raphael there. "What are you doing here all alone?"

[identity profile] winged-healer.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
As soon as he heard the voice, Raphael shivered. He spun around and looked at the demon coldly.

"I'm cleaning up my clinic and waiting to see if anyone needs my services like I ought to. What are you doing besides causing trouble? Need I remind you that we are still in the mansion? To say nothing of the fact that it's daylight and there are others about."

He quietly slid open a drawer and pocketed a scalpel. No sense in being unprotected either; he didn't like the tone of the other's voice and was already on edge. Who knew what the demon might try.