Beneath the Shadow of His Wing

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Date: May 12th, around ten PM
Place: First Raphael's room, then Michael's
Status: Private (Michael, Raphael and Rose)
Summary Raphael, terrified of Belial, sneaks off to Michael's room


Beneath the Shadow of His Wing

Raphael clutched tightly at his pillow, pressing himself further against the wall, terror surging through him. He could feel Belial down the hallway and was morbidly afraid that he would come while he slept and reduce him to angel goo.

He could hear Fella's soft chewing and see the large golden owl eyes of Pudge shining in the darkness.

Whoooo? the owl purred, rustling its wings.

He couldn't take this anymore.

Scooping up his now-confused bunny and taking the owl from its perch to sit atop his shoulder he quietly opened his door and, shooting a glance at Belial's door, he shimmied across as quickly as possible and dashed up the stairs two at a time.

Standing before Michael's door he hesitated a moment, the owl making irritated purring noises and the bunny restlessly trying to wriggle free and get back to its carrot. It was very difficult for him to ask for help, feeling as if he were a burden or a drain on resources ans energy. Should he really impose on his brother? He and Gabriel had done so much for him, how could he ask-

He stiffened, another surge of fear roaring through him.

It was a mouse, skittering by quickly as soon as it sensed the owl.

Swallowing hard he turned back to the door, knowing perfectly well he must appear as a poor abandoned puppy on the doorstep.

He knocked quietly, in case Michael was asleep.

"Michael? It... It's me... Can we stay with you tonight?"


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Comments

Re: Alright, with this post I'm out of the thread ;)

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Michael, asleep but really liking the head rubs, curled up around Raphael.

Hopefully Michael wouldn't kick Raphael in his sleep, but hey, that was Raphael's problem now, not his. Everyone has to make sacrifices here.

This'll be Raphy's last post in this thread unless you want to continue it :3

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Sometime, a few hours before dawn, Raphael rustled in bed and grabbed his battered Composition Book and pen beneath his pillow. For a moment, he just watched his older brother sleep and thought about the many times he had healed him when he was bloodied and beaten to within an inch of his life. Michael would often insist he did not need help and Raphael remembered that deep longing to help. To heal...

He let out a sigh. I'm just as stubborn, if not worse...

Am I really still an angel?

He let his beautiful wings curl around him as he began to write, one hand still gently stroking the blonde curls on the pillow beside him.