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neutral_omensDate: March 17, 2000 -- night
Setting: A corridor in the Manor
Status: Private (Uriel, Pestilence, Mictain) -- Complete
Summary: A demon is nasty, an angel is upset, and a horseman is protective.
Of course, it was definitely not wise. anybody could come across them; the corridor was a public place after all. However, it was the middle of night, and even though many of the Manor's inhabitants didn't technically need to sleep, almost all of them still did so. The risk of anybody finding them was very low, Uriel reasoned to himself.
That, and he didn't want to stop for long enough to reach either of their rooms.
Even if it wasn't secure, he couldn't help himself. Nobody was perfect, and thus even he had his weaknesses, and Pestilence was quickly finding out each and every one of them. Sure, there were things like his depression and mood swings, but those were irrelevant right now. What really mattered now were his physical weaknesses, previously unknown even to himself but now most eagerly explored by Pestilence.
Thus he was standing there, in a shadowed corner but still a public place, lightly pushed against the wall by a very insistent horseman, their mouths locked together while their hands wandered around, exploring, examining, tracing every line and curve. It was like they were trying to memorize each other's bodies, and they could just as well have, both going about their task with dedication usually saved for exact scientific studies alone. They both knew scientific studies very well, too, even though Pestilence's experiences in such matters were almost exclusively from the area of medicine while Uriel's were more based on his curiosity as to how humans got their knowledge than hands-on experience.
Pestilence tasted of sugar, like Uriel had often come to notice. ...Well, at least his mouth tasted of sugar.
He was so concentrated on his little study of personification physiology that he didn't even notice the approaching aura.
Setting: A corridor in the Manor
Status: Private (Uriel, Pestilence, Mictain) -- Complete
Summary: A demon is nasty, an angel is upset, and a horseman is protective.
Of course, it was definitely not wise. anybody could come across them; the corridor was a public place after all. However, it was the middle of night, and even though many of the Manor's inhabitants didn't technically need to sleep, almost all of them still did so. The risk of anybody finding them was very low, Uriel reasoned to himself.
That, and he didn't want to stop for long enough to reach either of their rooms.
Even if it wasn't secure, he couldn't help himself. Nobody was perfect, and thus even he had his weaknesses, and Pestilence was quickly finding out each and every one of them. Sure, there were things like his depression and mood swings, but those were irrelevant right now. What really mattered now were his physical weaknesses, previously unknown even to himself but now most eagerly explored by Pestilence.
Thus he was standing there, in a shadowed corner but still a public place, lightly pushed against the wall by a very insistent horseman, their mouths locked together while their hands wandered around, exploring, examining, tracing every line and curve. It was like they were trying to memorize each other's bodies, and they could just as well have, both going about their task with dedication usually saved for exact scientific studies alone. They both knew scientific studies very well, too, even though Pestilence's experiences in such matters were almost exclusively from the area of medicine while Uriel's were more based on his curiosity as to how humans got their knowledge than hands-on experience.
Pestilence tasted of sugar, like Uriel had often come to notice. ...Well, at least his mouth tasted of sugar.
He was so concentrated on his little study of personification physiology that he didn't even notice the approaching aura.
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