Uriel didn't say anything as Pestilence spoke, simply listening. Oh, but he had never been friends with Mictain, had he? The one who had been his friend had been Michael. And, like he had come to notice, those two were entirely different people.
Then, however, Pestilence made his confession. For a moment the only thing he could do was simply stare at the horseman, his eyes wide. Then, however, he did the only thing he could think of doing -- only partly to get himself more time to think up a response -- and kissed Pestilence.
It was just like their usual kisses, and then it was not. There was still relief mixed there, relief that they both had made it out of trouble somewhat whole and unharmed, that they were together and nothing Mictain had said could change it. Something else was also there; something that had always been there, in some form or another, but it wasn't until now that either of them was really admitting it was there, or at least trying to aloud give a name to the feeling.
Uriel thought about his feelings for Pestilence, all the things he could name and all those he could not. Suddenly, however, it all made sense. He could indeed give a name to his feelngs, one that he was still slightly unsure about but wanted to say aloud, confident that it was indeed right.
"Pestilence," he said as he finally broke off the kiss, "the past month has been the happiest one to me as well. Of course I do not wake up, but I think about you, all the time, and the thought of you makes me want to go on regardless of the difficulties in my existence. I'm still unbalanced, but I don't worry about it as much as before, knowing that you'll stay beside me regardless. Should you look at my recent art you would find quite a lot of rats and light-coloured men."
He smiled a bit, faintly, trying to buy a couple of seconds more to turn his feelings into words. "I can no more imagine my existence without you. Or, rather, even if I could, I don't want to. If I lost you now it would kill me more surely than any demonic weapon or hellfire. I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt, since your wellbeing is more important to me than my own. If Mictain had done any harm to you, I would have done my best to hurt him, Adam or no Adam."
He bit his lip momentarily, his eyes searching for the pale ones of Pestilence. "I've had this feeling for a long time already, but never before have I been able to -- or even dared to -- place a name to it. Nevertheless, I am truly glad that you love me... since I think I am in love with you, too."
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Date: 2006-04-02 02:52 am (UTC)Then, however, Pestilence made his confession. For a moment the only thing he could do was simply stare at the horseman, his eyes wide. Then, however, he did the only thing he could think of doing -- only partly to get himself more time to think up a response -- and kissed Pestilence.
It was just like their usual kisses, and then it was not. There was still relief mixed there, relief that they both had made it out of trouble somewhat whole and unharmed, that they were together and nothing Mictain had said could change it. Something else was also there; something that had always been there, in some form or another, but it wasn't until now that either of them was really admitting it was there, or at least trying to aloud give a name to the feeling.
Uriel thought about his feelings for Pestilence, all the things he could name and all those he could not. Suddenly, however, it all made sense. He could indeed give a name to his feelngs, one that he was still slightly unsure about but wanted to say aloud, confident that it was indeed right.
"Pestilence," he said as he finally broke off the kiss, "the past month has been the happiest one to me as well. Of course I do not wake up, but I think about you, all the time, and the thought of you makes me want to go on regardless of the difficulties in my existence. I'm still unbalanced, but I don't worry about it as much as before, knowing that you'll stay beside me regardless. Should you look at my recent art you would find quite a lot of rats and light-coloured men."
He smiled a bit, faintly, trying to buy a couple of seconds more to turn his feelings into words. "I can no more imagine my existence without you. Or, rather, even if I could, I don't want to. If I lost you now it would kill me more surely than any demonic weapon or hellfire. I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt, since your wellbeing is more important to me than my own. If Mictain had done any harm to you, I would have done my best to hurt him, Adam or no Adam."
He bit his lip momentarily, his eyes searching for the pale ones of Pestilence. "I've had this feeling for a long time already, but never before have I been able to -- or even dared to -- place a name to it. Nevertheless, I am truly glad that you love me... since I think I am in love with you, too."