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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: 2017-02-02 01:48 am (UTC)More urgently, he shuddered to think of the situation he found himself in. So the best was, for now, not to think about it. Not until he was somewhere safe.
"I'll go to Coby's," he told her.
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Date: 2017-02-03 12:58 am (UTC)She didn't say it would be okay, she had no idea. But... damned if she wasn't going to try.
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Date: 2017-02-03 01:18 am (UTC)He pressed a soft, thankful kiss to Sunny's cheek, his arms still around her.
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Date: 2017-02-03 01:40 am (UTC)She couldn't tell him everything would be okay, but there was something true she could tell him. "I'm with you. You won't be alone."
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Date: 2017-02-03 02:58 am (UTC)Then he turned, cloaking himself from human eyes and letting his wings out all at once. He did not know whether her magic would allow her to see, but whether he had disappeared to her eyes or she could now see him soar up into the air with powerful flaps of his wings, he had to go before he could no longer hold his emotions at bay. They were battering at his meager defenses; he was not used to not letting himself feel. The sooner he reached Coby's, the better.
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Date: 2017-02-03 03:02 am (UTC)When you have time, need to talk about bindings, angels, and demons.