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[senseandcecilbility]

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.)
 

Comments

[maddeninghatter]

[ ...........he wants to be caressed?

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?

[senseandcecilbility]

[His face burns at the comment (his reaction would be much worse if he knew what Break is thinking). Pretty, him? ]

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.]

[maddeninghatter]

None of that matters.

[ 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. ]

[senseandcecilbility]

[Well, that certainly instigates even fiercer blushing. Kevin’s cheeks are now on fire thanks to Break's kindness.]

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?!

[maddeninghatter]

[ ............and it begins to become clear how Kevin got kicked out of Heaven........ ]

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.

[senseandcecilbility]

[It obviously had nothing to do with Kevin getting too attached to any very special and charming sinners. Not at all.]

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.]

[maddeninghatter]

Shh.

[ A finger to his lips. ]

Hush now. I've got some special magic for you, to make you feel better.

[senseandcecilbility]

...

...

...

[It is no easy task to drop an angel's brain in the gutter, but Break is a very talented man.]

[maddeninghatter]

It's better if there's one more person...

[ He slides off the bed and stands up, now hovering over Kevin. ]

...but I suppose this will have to do.

[ He puts his hands on the bed, just next to the pillow, leans over and.... touches his forehead to Kevin's. ]

[senseandcecilbility]

[He had shut his eyes tightly, very much expecting something else.

… This. This was certainly not what he was expecting.]

Huh?

[Amidst all this weirdness, his brain registers that Mister Break's forehead is smooth and warm.]

[maddeninghatter]

[ It's just a brief little forehead bump. He straightens up again, right away. ]

Go to sleep. Rest easy. I'll come and check on you later, okay~?

[ A quick, finger-wiggling wave, and then he disappears.


The thermos of tea is left behind within easy reach of the bed--and Kevin might find that somebody has slipped a butter cookie into his hand. ]

[senseandcecilbility]

...

[What the heck was that?

Why was it endearing?

And why is he actually feeling better?

Kevin nibbles the cookie, trying to conciliate himself with the unfathomable mystery that is Mister Break.]