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Jan. 30th, 2017 04:20 pm
whispersoflove: (otherworldly)
[personal profile] whispersoflove posting in [community profile] londoncallingrpg
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.

Date: 2017-02-01 09:34 pm (UTC)
sunsongs: (chloe bowed her head)
From: [personal profile] sunsongs
The arm around Anael tightened for a moment. Coby didn't really want to let go or leave him, but keeping the priest from wanting to know what Anael was doing was probably a good idea. "I love you," he murmured low, right at Anael's ear. Then he went toward the priest who'd just noticed them and was starting their way. Coby wasn't sure exactly what he was going to say, but once they started talking, questions and buried doubts that might or might not have been his found their way out.

Date: 2017-02-01 10:23 pm (UTC)
sunsongs: (Default)
From: [personal profile] sunsongs
Coby'd just run out of things to talk about with the priest, unless he wanted to get into a long ass conversation, when he saw Anael on the other side of the chapel or whatever it was called. He thanked the priest for his time and promised to think about what they'd discussed, then went to rejoin Anael.

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?"

Date: 2017-02-02 03:57 am (UTC)
sunsongs: (radio in my head)
From: [personal profile] sunsongs
"Exactly what I had in mind unless you needed something else." Coby's thumb brushed softly over the back of Anael's hand. Not actually knowing what they attackers had done or been trying to do, he realized he had to ask. "Do we need to get a cab?"

Date: 2017-02-06 09:18 pm (UTC)
sunsongs: (under you)
From: [personal profile] sunsongs
Coby's wings formed out of his tattoo with a thought, and with a shared look they were ready, they took off into the sky and toward Coby's place, on a more direct route than they usually took when there was flying to enjoy together. Coby kept an eye on Anael as they flew; worrying wasn't going to stop until whatever those assholes had done to Anael was fixed.

Date: 2017-02-08 08:05 pm (UTC)
sunsongs: (chloe bowed her head)
From: [personal profile] sunsongs
Coby didn't say anything as they landed, simply keeping Anael's hand in his as they went the short distance from the roof down to his flat and he could close the door on the world behind them.

Then he tugged him close, wanting to wrap the angel in his arms. "What the fuck was that?"

Date: 2017-02-11 08:00 pm (UTC)
sunsongs: (cover me in gold)
From: [personal profile] sunsongs
"Fuck." Coby's arms tightened around the angel, holding him steadily, and he pressed a kiss to his head. He both did and didn't understand what being bound here entailed, but he didn't want to think what would happen if they couldn't fix it.

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.

Date: 2017-02-15 12:49 am (UTC)
sunsongs: (ballad of denim boy and grey girl)
From: [personal profile] sunsongs
How many times had they traveled the path from door to bedroom in a fog, barely noticing they moved, words unnecessary or impossible, when touch and closeness said so much? But this wasn't like those other times. The love was still there, warm and deep, but Coby's desire was only to help.

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."

Date: 2017-02-18 05:13 am (UTC)
sunsongs: (Default)
From: [personal profile] sunsongs
"Yes," emphatic answer half buried in the kiss that answered just as easily. "Until we find a way to fix this, or as long as you want." Selfishly, Coby didn't want Anael staying anywhere else when he couldn't be in heaven where he belonged.

"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.

Date: 2017-02-21 06:22 am (UTC)
sunsongs: (Default)
From: [personal profile] sunsongs
There was a flare of something in Coby's chest seeing Anael's body marred that way, and for a second he almost couldn't even see the glyph. Fingertips ghosted over the skin around the glyph, then over to rest his palm over Anael's heart. "I'm so sorry, lovely.

"Lie down with me?"

Date: 2017-02-21 09:50 pm (UTC)
sunsongs: (ballad of denim boy and grey girl)
From: [personal profile] sunsongs
That Anael felt the need to cover up with Coby only added to the protective surge at not only knowing someone had done this to him but finally seeing it. Coby lay down on the bed, arms out to wrap around Anael. "I love you. We'll find a way to fix this. We have friends. And... They can't let you be cut off for long, you're Theirs."

Date: 2017-02-22 09:03 am (UTC)
sunsongs: (take what you need)
From: [personal profile] sunsongs
It took a second or two for Coby's brain to catch up. In some ways it was such a tiny thing, having to undress physically, but in others, one more sign of how cut off Anael was, and it made Coby's heart ache. He sat up enough to curl around the angel, his lovely, loving, and loved angel, and pressed a kiss to his shoulder through the t-shirt. He didn't know how to fix this. Yet. All he could offer was his love, and his faith in Anael, so he focused on those things as much as he could.

Date: 2017-02-23 08:38 pm (UTC)
sunsongs: (chloe bowed her head)
From: [personal profile] sunsongs
Coby held him, his body a solid presence against Anael's back and wrapped around him, as warm and steady as the love he felt. He wasn't sure how long they sat like that, Anael could have that shelter as long as he needed, but after awhile, Coby slid off the bed to kneel at Anael's feet.

"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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