And the Angels Were Silent
Date: May 18th, around two AM
Location: Outside the manor
Status: Public
Summary: Raphael, on the verge of insanity, searches for hope or at the very least a sign that he is not alone.
And the Angels Were Silent
He didn't know how he had managed to creep out of bed without being heard, but he had, quietly padding out of Michael's room and slowly descending the staircase. Even Pudge was silent on his perch and Raphael couldn't help the smile that tugged on his lips as he thought of the kindness Rose showed in bringing his pets to him.
He thought of Michael and Gabriel and how they worried. Oh how he loved his brothers, so much so that it ached.
"You are the Healer of God!"
Was I really?
Lucifer had been the most beautiful being in Creation, His Second... And yet, He still cast him from Heaven as well as the angels who followed him. He still sent Gabriel into Exile even though he had been nothing but faithful...
He hadn't even realized that he was in the lobby, so deep in thought was he. Sighing he closed the distance between him and the doorway, grasping the latch.
"I'm not an angel anymore!"
"Who cut off your wings?"
"Belial told me... I didn't want to believe it..."
He was outside now, a blanket of stars covering the velvet skies. A soft mist moved along the ground and Raphael flopped onto his back beneath his favorite tree. The damp ground immediately soaked into his clothing but he didn't care. In fact, he had stopped feeling altogether. Nothing fazed him anymore. He didn't laugh, he didn't cry... He was nothing but an empty shell that didn't know enough to lie down and stay still.
The moon shone like a giant spotlight and his gaze shifted to something caught in one of the brushes. Curious, he sat up and knee-walked over to it.
They were tiny blue flowers, long slender stems caught in the leaves and their tiny roots dangling. Someone must have tossed them out and the wind had carried them here.
Suddenly filled with a desperation to save the innocent flowers, he carefully untangled the stems and tugged the plant free, cupping it in his hands as if it were a priceless treasure. Returning to his place beneath the tree he freed a hand and scooped some dirt aside to make a hole large enough for the plant. Then he placed the roots into it and nudged the dirt back.
Raphael settled back, moving his head to one side as the moon seemed to create silver shadows around them. The flowers didn't move, only remained in their spot. He lay back down and curled onto his side, facing the newly-planted flowers. Placing a dirt-crusted hand on the mound around it he closed his eyes and hoped that it would live.
It wasn't the plant's fault it wasn't wanted.
((•))
Location: Outside the manor
Status: Public
Summary: Raphael, on the verge of insanity, searches for hope or at the very least a sign that he is not alone.
And the Angels Were Silent
He didn't know how he had managed to creep out of bed without being heard, but he had, quietly padding out of Michael's room and slowly descending the staircase. Even Pudge was silent on his perch and Raphael couldn't help the smile that tugged on his lips as he thought of the kindness Rose showed in bringing his pets to him.
He thought of Michael and Gabriel and how they worried. Oh how he loved his brothers, so much so that it ached.
"You are the Healer of God!"
Was I really?
Lucifer had been the most beautiful being in Creation, His Second... And yet, He still cast him from Heaven as well as the angels who followed him. He still sent Gabriel into Exile even though he had been nothing but faithful...
He hadn't even realized that he was in the lobby, so deep in thought was he. Sighing he closed the distance between him and the doorway, grasping the latch.
"I'm not an angel anymore!"
"Who cut off your wings?"
"Belial told me... I didn't want to believe it..."
He was outside now, a blanket of stars covering the velvet skies. A soft mist moved along the ground and Raphael flopped onto his back beneath his favorite tree. The damp ground immediately soaked into his clothing but he didn't care. In fact, he had stopped feeling altogether. Nothing fazed him anymore. He didn't laugh, he didn't cry... He was nothing but an empty shell that didn't know enough to lie down and stay still.
The moon shone like a giant spotlight and his gaze shifted to something caught in one of the brushes. Curious, he sat up and knee-walked over to it.
They were tiny blue flowers, long slender stems caught in the leaves and their tiny roots dangling. Someone must have tossed them out and the wind had carried them here.
Suddenly filled with a desperation to save the innocent flowers, he carefully untangled the stems and tugged the plant free, cupping it in his hands as if it were a priceless treasure. Returning to his place beneath the tree he freed a hand and scooped some dirt aside to make a hole large enough for the plant. Then he placed the roots into it and nudged the dirt back.
Raphael settled back, moving his head to one side as the moon seemed to create silver shadows around them. The flowers didn't move, only remained in their spot. He lay back down and curled onto his side, facing the newly-planted flowers. Placing a dirt-crusted hand on the mound around it he closed his eyes and hoped that it would live.
It wasn't the plant's fault it wasn't wanted.
((•))