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WHO: Dazzler and Archangel
WHERE: Their apartment
WHEN: After Alison's meeting with Cain
WARNINGS: Mad face
SUMMARY: Ali talks to Warren about his chat with Juggernaut.
FORMAT: Paraish to start, then quicklog!

Alison flew on home after talking with Cain, feeling a little unsettled. To be honest, she was a little mad at Warren for what happened on the network, and she was going to talk to him. She understood that they had history, but Cain wasn't doing anything. He wasn't smashing anyone up, and he wasn't hurting anyone.

Why did Warren have to talk to him like that if Cain was just being peaceful?

She noticed Angel on the roof, brooding probably, so she floated forward. Setting down beside him, she folded her arms, and looked away. "Hello, Warren."

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Hn.

[He looks down at the metal knives and then back up at her face; since he'd been ported out, that little moment they'd shared with him in this body seems much longer ago than it really was in this timeline.

He agrees though, giving a tense nod.]

Be careful.

I know.

[She reaches forward, slowly sliding her fingers against his flechettes. She's careful and caring, trying to be tender with him.]

Do you...remember the zombies from Halloween?

I do. Seems like forever ago now.

[His eyes are following her hand like a cat watching a mouse.]

What do you feel?

[Her hands, he means. Do those wings scare her yet?]

I feel you. Just with a little more metal on the side.

[She smiles softly as she keeps trailing her fingers across them.]

I like it.

[His gazes loses some of the intensity finally, and he returns it back out toward the City.]

Those are new wings. You haven't touched those yet.

[Just stating a strange fact.]

[Alison frowns. That is true, isn't it?]

But you can still feel my hand with these, right? It doesn't...hurt or anything...?

I can feel it, and it doesn't hurt. It's the same, but I just keep thinking it isn't. Weird.

Hmmm...

[She keeps touching them softly. Moving her fingers so very slowly against them, making sure to touch as much as she can.]

Do you like this? Or is it better with your other wings?

[There's a very long pause before he speaks again, and it gives away that his mood is getting a little better. A little.]

I like it.

[A beat]

Even if I try not to.

[Alison flashes him a small smile, then takes her hand away from his wing. She presses her lips against her fingertips, then placed them softly against his wing again.]

I like touching both.

These ones aren't very warm though, are they?

No, but they're still part of you.

[She lets her hand slide even slower.]

So I love them. They aren't warm, but they have protected me before.

[And other things. He still remembers when she had sex with Death. That was...different.]

They'll always protect you. I just can't say the same for everyone else.

[Ali frowns, then looks up at his face.]

Can I hug you?

[She only asks, so he can move his wings away.]

[There's a slight nod before he carefully lifts the closest wing up and high over her head so that it's out of the way.]

C'mere.

[She pulls closer, and wraps her arms around him, hugging him tightly.]

That's better.

[He throws an arm around her back as well, then lowers the wing again so that it forms a wall of sorts around her.]

I'm not sorry for what I said to him, but I'm sorry I upset you.

[Wow. That's almost a mirror of what Cain told her. She doesn't bring that up, though.]

I know, sweetheart. I know.

[He rests his head down against hers and sighs.]

Want to stay out here awhile, or are you ready to call it a night?

We can stay out here.

[She closes her eyes.]

We can even go flying, if you want.

[He nods, and finally forces himself to shift back with only the smallest of winces. As soon as he does, the feathered wing folds over her in a hug of sorts.]

Flying sounds nice.

Do you want to carry me, or would you rather I fly beside you?

Fly with me? I could use some exercise, if you're up for it.

[Maybe they can chase each other around, or try to race. Something to burn some energy.]

Okay.

[She turns on her glow then.]

I need to absorb some sounds before we do, okay?

[He peers down between his feet at the City below. With his vision and hearing, it seems rather lively and loud down there. However, he's not sure if she senses it the same he does.]

Is that enough?