carry me to heaven's arms

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WHO: Nill & Azrael.
WHERE: Her church.
WHEN: Thursday evening.
WARNINGS: WHO KNOWS.
SUMMARY: I wanted to put something witty, like "a demon meets an angel" but then I realized that would sound silly. So Azrael just happens to run into Nill at her church.
FORMAT: Quick. I am kind of done with prose for the week.

[Heine had been gone for what seemed like ages already, but the sting of his departure was still fresh. It reminded her of the last time Danny had come back--and then almost immediately left again. She was sitting on the swing that Damian had had installed in the church, doing her best not to sulk.

But sulking was exactly what she was doing, and what she would be doing for a while.]

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[christlike]

[ An inescapable sense of exhaustion had settled along Michael's―no, Azrael's, remind the thousand voices―bones within the last few weeks. The amount of rest he constantly needed at this point shamed him, drove him to feel weak. It must be the eighth time this week where he takes sight of the only nearby sanctuary: a Catholic church, like any other.

When he creaks the large doors open and closes them behind him, he halts in his step. Watching the only other figure there. And calls out: ]

Nill?

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[She's already turned at the door opening, blinking at him as he enters. It takes her a moment to recognize him--it's been a while since they talked. But she manages to smile, even through the sulking, and gets off the swing to walk towards him, wings flicking quickly behind her back. She raises one hand to wave.]

[christlike]

[ Giving a little wave back, he drops on one knee as she approaches. It is, of course, partially out of respect, but more about getting rid of that height difference. ]

I'm sorry that we haven't spoken for such a long time, Nill. It is very nice to see you.

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[She's too beat down by her feelings on Heine's departure to be startled when he kneels, and too tired to write. So she reaches out for his hand, intending to just user her mind-speak power. Probably not a good idea considering all the voices he already heard, but how could she know? She just wanted to say hello.]

[christlike]

[ He gingerly takes her hand with care, tilting his head sideways, expectant. ]

Oh? What is it?

[culver]

[She's glad that he doesn't flinch away, and one thought makes its way to the forefront of her mind and, hopefully, his: Hello.]