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exsiliumlogs2013-10-01 10:22 pm
senseandcecilbility) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-10-01 10:22 pm
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Date: October 1st
Location: Away from the Observatory
Character: Kevin & close CR who feels like dealing with sad and sick celestial beings.
Summary: The guardian angel of Britain is experiencing technical difficulties.
Warning: Transparent angels?
[Uriel doesn’t need to be at the Observatory. When the time comes, he discreetly slips away on unsteady feet, hand clasping his chest as his whole body is shaken by unremitting agony. Millions of prayers, millions of dreams, millions of lives binding him. Where are you, where are you at a time like this? Who will account for us? Who will take responsibility?
He stumbles into an empty room and falls to his knees. When the first bomb touches the ground, he feels the blast on his very skin. Every single scarred soul, every single pointless loss, he feels their screams perpetuate into infinity. His. He grasps empty air and reaches out for them, uselessly.
Uriel, on the other hand, makes no sound. He would not, even if all wind had not been knocked out of his lungs. His face becomes a mask of silent and desperate shrieking. And for a nanosecond, his divine aura explodes and surges across three different plans of existence, then collapses into itself and all but disappears. What is left is barely perceptible, a frayed and lacerated veil of light for those who can sense such things.
For a brief moment, his body becomes transparent around the edges, and that is when awareness deserts him. Right before his eyelids finally close, he gazes at the walls of the room he has taken as haven, now entirely coated with variegated crystals. ]
(ooc: Since the nuclear attack destroyed his alternate people and territory, Kevin will be a mess for a few days and then recover gradually.)
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Collette has an enormous tea collection, it's too much to fit in the room. And nobody likes these biscuits, they're not sweet enough, but it seemed a waste to throw them away.
[ It's a lie. He knows Kevin knows it's a lie, but it's his way of saying "you're welcome." He unscrews the thermos and pours the sweet tea into the cup that doubles as a lid, but doesn't let go until he's sure Kevin can manage it. ]
Don't flatter yourself, by the way. I'm only here cos I'm bored. There's little to do on the moon.
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Still, he cannot help but wonder how Break got his surprisingly decent beside manners. The smile he offers him is completely devoid of malice, and only half conveys the gratitude and – strangely enough – resigned contentment in his voice.]
The moon must be, indeed, exceedingly dull, if even watching over an oversized pigeon has become a source of excitement.
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[ He doesn't know what to make of Kevin's fluctuating aura, whether it's a sign of his illness or - as on previous occasions - merely a symptom of his mad crush. But he can tell that Kevin's hands are shaking, so he stays close by, crouched down beside the head of the bed. ]
Even so, I think you ought to learn to swim. If you can stand to get your feathers wet.
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But there is certainly further blushing and aura fluctuation at Break’s proximity. And he most certainly shudders at the thought of wet feathers. So disgraceful. But he also understands that his inability to swim could have cost them their lives during their little rescue mission.]
Are you volunteering, sir?
[He is unsure whether he should be grateful or terrified. Perhaps a healthy amount of both. Too focused on the concrete side of things, it has not occurred to Kevin that swimming lessons might require swim suits.]
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[ He reaches for the improvised tea cup, in case Kevin's hands are really too weak to hold it for long. ]
There's a rumor that there are places here where one can turn off the, er, gravity.
[ This much, at least, he has learned about the virtual reality rooms. ]
Perhaps you can teach me to fly.
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I believe...I would not mind getting my feathers wet now and then.
As for flying, I am rather surprised that Mister Break has not learned it yet, considering your performance on our way here.
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[ Learning to fly...
It hadn't been that moment when he'd suddenly become weightless; but earlier, when he had let Kevin's aura envelop him, let himself be looked after, even if someone like him didn't deserve that divine light.. ]
I might have learnt the basics.
[ Flying. He can't quite call it that. Just - flapping out of the nest. Something like that. ]
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I wonder if teaching a young human like yourself to fly works just like resurrecting faeries. All you have to do is believe in them.
[Of course, Peter Pan was after his time, but he made good use of Exsilium's library until it was razed. Wendy was his favorite!]
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But he grimaces, suddenly, as though someone had fed him brussels sprouts instead of an eclair. ]
Goodness! Don't get all squishy.
[ He had been crouching next to Kevin's bed, but now he straightens up and stands. He is still holding the box of butter cookies, so he sets about opening them. ]
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[ --funny, he was going to say, but Kevin's cough cuts him off. Concern flits across his features. And then he just sits down, appropriating real estate on the bed once more, this time more towards the middle. He has the box open by this time and withdraws a butter cookie. He hands it to Kevin... ]
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Mister Break! Not without Mister Gilbert's permission, you can't!
[What follows is the most pitiful attempt to stop Break from swallowing the butter cookie, which involves both grabbing his throat and trying to push him off his conquered bed space...with very feeble arms.]
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Oh, I see.
[ Whilst trying to disengage Kevin's hands, he adds: ]
That foolishness ended the night--
[ --the night that everyone had been taken, and started the whole chain of events leading to the destruction of Exsilium, and their being here on the moon base. His expression falls. ]
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[It is his turn to be puzzled. Break easily succeeds at disengaging his hands, but now Kevin tries to caress his face.]
I...I might be a little out of practice regarding these things, but I am quite sure there is no instance of gluttony unleashing the doom of an entire nation.
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I don't...
[ He doesn't blame himself for the loss of Exsilium, but any long-term consequences to Oz and Collette's health after their abduction is his fault.
He is lost sufficiently in these thoughts that it takes him a moment to register what Kevin is doing. ]
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[ You and your mad crush, Kevin, honestly. ]
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Distraction, distraction. The poor man needs distraction!]
R-Right. [He says at last.] In this case, let's do it the other way around.
[He unsteadily holds Break's hands and concentrates on bringing them towards his own face. Mister Break, meet Mister Cecil.]
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Hardly surprising, all things considered. Beyond the mad crush, he is physically ill and broken-hearted over the destruction of "his" city.
Well...... he'll take the opportunity for a "look" at Kevin, anyway.... ]
As I suspected.
[ His fingers sweep lightly across the planes of Kevin's face. Skin like a baby's (AND WHO IS SURPRISED?), symmetric features, longish silky hair. Bog standard for an angel, probably. ]
You're very pretty, aren't you?
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H-haven’t I told you before? I am the most lackluster member of a set of four… Well, used to be.
[Still, he doesn’t stop Break’s exploration. Let the man know who he is dealing with. it is only fair.]
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[ He can feel Kevin's cheeks heat up, beneath his fingertips. ]
Not to me, anyway.
[ A mad crush is affection built on a fantasy. These feelings burn themselves out after a while, inevitably, as the person desiring learns the truth about the person desired. Kevin's embarrassing feelings will resolve on their own. All he has to do is wait - and be kind. This angel deserves at least that, after everything.
"Kind," of course, means teasing him in ways that don't matter, and not teasing him in the ways that do. ]
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M-Mister Break. If anything is bothering you, perhaps you should tell someone about it. I am… an ordained priest. [He makes a small, squeaky sound. He is babbling and messing things up, isn’t he?] Have I mentioned I am a priest?!
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I... think you ought to focus on getting better, first. You seem a bit, er, overexcited.
[ He pulls his hands from Kevin's face, and draws up the blankets, tucking him in. ]
You should rest.
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This is terribly unfair, sir... At least tell someone, otherwise you are going to become sick. [He eyes him critically.] Sicker.
[Still, he allows Break to tuck him in like a good boy. The truth is, this emotional marathon has depleted him more than he cares to admit, though it has also comforted him in equal measure.]
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[ A finger to his lips. ]
Hush now. I've got some special magic for you, to make you feel better.
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