Raphael is drawn to the Safe House
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lt_safe_houseTime: April 27, around two AM
Place: on the front lawn of the Manor
Status: PUBLIC (anyone up at 2AM who wants to find him catching his discorporation out there)
Summary: A tired and weary Archangel discovers the Manor
Thunder cracked above him, splitting the night in two as the sky wept its cold tears on a dark world. His wings dragged pathetically behind him in jagged streams, the firey feathers jutted in irregular directions. The steady rain had long since washed away the blood smudged on his skin and face, but it still stained his torn clothes in cruel hash marks. His braid was partially undone, the wind catching the crimson strands and whipping it across his face like blood sliced across pale skin; a cruel reminder of what he had escaped from.
Raphael closed his arms around the bunny held protectively against his chest, its dark grey fur touched with blood that was not its own. The Archangel had taken off his labcoat and wrapped it around the miserable creature in an attempt to keep it warm, but the rain had soaked through the once-white fabric rather quickly. By the time Archangel and bunny reached Lower Tadfield it was about two in the morning and both were soaked all the way through, cold and shivering. Still, Raphael kept on, feeling drawn by an unknown force that seemed to tug at his weakened aura.
That force seemed to grow in intensity the further into town he moved. The moment he stepped down a pathway that lead to the front of a large beautifully-designed building it was as if he had stepped through an invisible wall... The rain still fell steadily but he had this strong surge of safe safe safe thrumming through his wrangled body. The relief was so overwhelming it dropped him to his knees, the wet ground shifting beneath his weight. You're safe... You're safe now...
He let out a sigh he hadn't realized he had been holding, curling heavy wet wings around him. The manor looked very elegant, perhaps a resort for the financially well-off. He wondered if he could stay here for awhile, or perhaps maybe just for the night so he could rest his aching body after trudging in the rain for eight hours.
If nothing else, maybe someone would be willing to take the poor bunny from him, perhaps give it a nice meal and a dry blanket.
He closed his eyes, tightening his hold as he surpressed another bout of shivering, and just enjoyed the feeling of being truly safe for the first time since he left Heaven.
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Place: on the front lawn of the Manor
Status: PUBLIC (anyone up at 2AM who wants to find him catching his discorporation out there)
Summary: A tired and weary Archangel discovers the Manor
Thunder cracked above him, splitting the night in two as the sky wept its cold tears on a dark world. His wings dragged pathetically behind him in jagged streams, the firey feathers jutted in irregular directions. The steady rain had long since washed away the blood smudged on his skin and face, but it still stained his torn clothes in cruel hash marks. His braid was partially undone, the wind catching the crimson strands and whipping it across his face like blood sliced across pale skin; a cruel reminder of what he had escaped from.
Raphael closed his arms around the bunny held protectively against his chest, its dark grey fur touched with blood that was not its own. The Archangel had taken off his labcoat and wrapped it around the miserable creature in an attempt to keep it warm, but the rain had soaked through the once-white fabric rather quickly. By the time Archangel and bunny reached Lower Tadfield it was about two in the morning and both were soaked all the way through, cold and shivering. Still, Raphael kept on, feeling drawn by an unknown force that seemed to tug at his weakened aura.
That force seemed to grow in intensity the further into town he moved. The moment he stepped down a pathway that lead to the front of a large beautifully-designed building it was as if he had stepped through an invisible wall... The rain still fell steadily but he had this strong surge of safe safe safe thrumming through his wrangled body. The relief was so overwhelming it dropped him to his knees, the wet ground shifting beneath his weight. You're safe... You're safe now...
He let out a sigh he hadn't realized he had been holding, curling heavy wet wings around him. The manor looked very elegant, perhaps a resort for the financially well-off. He wondered if he could stay here for awhile, or perhaps maybe just for the night so he could rest his aching body after trudging in the rain for eight hours.
If nothing else, maybe someone would be willing to take the poor bunny from him, perhaps give it a nice meal and a dry blanket.
He closed his eyes, tightening his hold as he surpressed another bout of shivering, and just enjoyed the feeling of being truly safe for the first time since he left Heaven.
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Date: Thursday, 10 June 2010 15:38 (UTC)"Surgery," he said. "They're not nearly as bad as they look."
He did not tell him that they were reminders of all the times he'd swallowed his cell activator to keep it from being stolen or forcefully taken from him.
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Date: Thursday, 10 June 2010 15:57 (UTC)Why were humans destructive?
Why did they insist upon destroying themselves and each other...?
He wiped his damp cheek, smudging it with blood. " 'm so'y for the t'ouble," he rasped.
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Date: Thursday, 10 June 2010 16:14 (UTC)He poured some water onto it, then set about cleaning the blood from Raphael's face. He certainly wasn't going to wash his hair for him - he'd have to do that on his own once he felt better, unless the other man felt like playing his nurse - but making sure he no longer looked like he was just in the process of being slaughtered by them was probably a good idea - in particular since the door was still wide open.
"It's okay," he assured Raphael. "Don't worry. We can handle this."
This'll be my last Raphael post here, let me know when you're all done and I'll tag it Complete :3
Date: Thursday, 10 June 2010 20:48 (UTC)So much would be different now and he knew it, he knew it. And for how long? How long? How long would it be before he could have his full powers back? How long before his presence was at full strength? That was what he missed the most, his connection to the Divine Presence. He knew in Faith he had not Fallen, but sometimes his Faith was as weak as he was. One thing was for sure, he needed a job. He couldn't just sit around hiding all day and he didn't want to return to the medical field. He couldn't...
Letting out a sigh he closed his eyes, whispering thank you once again to those who could hear him. Oh how grateful he was. He'd make sure he repayed them all somehow. Until then, he'd rest and shower and figure out what to do from there.
Right now, he just wanted to sleep. And with the low thrum of safe safe safe lulling through him he did.
Re: This'll be my last Raphael post here, let me know when you're all done and I'll tag it Complete
Date: Thursday, 10 June 2010 21:11 (UTC)Re: This'll be my last Raphael post here, let me know when you're all done and I'll tag it Complete
Date: Thursday, 10 June 2010 21:12 (UTC)"Now willyou tell me what all that was about?" Duncan bristled the moment the door had closed.
Like now?
Date: Thursday, 10 June 2010 21:14 (UTC)"Walk with me," he said. "We'll talk outside. I need some air."