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Coby wasn't home, and hadn't left a note for him, so Anael was walking through the streets of London to get to Alcuin's home, enjoying the chill in the air, the way his breath fogged on the way out, the ebb and flow of love in the hearts around him. Hands in his jacket pockets, he paid no mind to the odd looks he occasionally received for wearing nothing but a denim jacket over a t-shirt in this weather.
It began as an itch in his back, a barely there scratch where his wings would be. He did not think much of it, only shifting his shoulders the way he normally did when the urge to let them out came over him. But then the itch burrowed deeper, and increasingly hotter, until it was more of a burn than anything else, and his lungs were alive with it.
He'd hurried into a side street with little foot traffic and leaned against a wall there, his breathing short and heavy. He tried to cloak himself, but he couldn't keep a hold on the miracle through the pain he was so unused to, and he collapsed to his knees as he heard words in a rough language that scraped against every fiber of his being, a language of Hell. His wings wouldn't come out and he folded to his side on the wet ground, seeing shadows on the other side of the street. They were all saying the words, out loud and right into his mind, and one of them came forward, a pair of boots stopping right in front of him. They pulled his t-shirt collar down and drew a symbol between his collarbones, their fingers red with - blood? The symbol felt like it was searing into his flesh. Anael cried out, physically as much as spiritually, praying out to God with all of his being.
The words ceased suddenly, pain abating slightly, and the dark figures dispersed as someone ran over to him.
It began as an itch in his back, a barely there scratch where his wings would be. He did not think much of it, only shifting his shoulders the way he normally did when the urge to let them out came over him. But then the itch burrowed deeper, and increasingly hotter, until it was more of a burn than anything else, and his lungs were alive with it.
He'd hurried into a side street with little foot traffic and leaned against a wall there, his breathing short and heavy. He tried to cloak himself, but he couldn't keep a hold on the miracle through the pain he was so unused to, and he collapsed to his knees as he heard words in a rough language that scraped against every fiber of his being, a language of Hell. His wings wouldn't come out and he folded to his side on the wet ground, seeing shadows on the other side of the street. They were all saying the words, out loud and right into his mind, and one of them came forward, a pair of boots stopping right in front of him. They pulled his t-shirt collar down and drew a symbol between his collarbones, their fingers red with - blood? The symbol felt like it was searing into his flesh. Anael cried out, physically as much as spiritually, praying out to God with all of his being.
The words ceased suddenly, pain abating slightly, and the dark figures dispersed as someone ran over to him.
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Date: 2017-02-01 09:41 pm (UTC)Once he was done, the glyph still stood on his skin, now washed clean of blood but not of the deeper brand. He could feel it in detail now, and feel what it did.
He knelt in the knave, and sent a prayer of Love to God, then stood to see where Coby might be.
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Date: 2017-02-01 10:23 pm (UTC)The angel still didn't look all right, but at least the blood was gone, and Coby reached for him once he was close enough. "Ready?"
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Date: 2017-02-08 08:05 pm (UTC)Then he tugged him close, wanting to wrap the angel in his arms. "What the fuck was that?"
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Date: 2017-02-11 08:00 pm (UTC)Not letting go at all, he began to back further into the apartment, headed for the bedroom by memory alone. They were always most comfortable there, in ways that didn't have to have anything to do with sex, just the two of them being together. He wanted to get a better look at the mark the attackers had left on Anael, to be what Anael needed here and now, to fucking fix things. His wings popped out again, unconsciously, to wrap around them, loose enough they could walk, but sheltering warmth when Coby needed it and Anael probably did too.
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Date: 2017-02-15 12:49 am (UTC)What do you need was a stupid fucking question, when what Anael needed was to not be bound here and in this body, but Coby couldn't give him that. Or if he theoretically could, he didn't remember how. "I'm here," he murmured. "Long as you need me. Anything I can do."
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Date: 2017-02-17 06:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-18 05:13 am (UTC)"Can I... Can I see what they did? I don't know, maybe it'll mean something." And if not, Coby still need to know.
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Date: 2017-02-21 06:22 am (UTC)"Lie down with me?"
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Date: 2017-02-23 08:38 pm (UTC)"Let me, lovely," he murmured, his hands going to the boot laces to work them open, turning the act of getting Anael's boots off from something that had to be done to something he wanted to do.
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