Feb 09, 2012 20:21
This is unexpected.
Anna stands in the middle of the bar, looking all around.
Things feel . . . off.
But she can't quite tell how, or how much of it is just normal end-of-the-universe interference with powers she hasn't had much call to use for the last couple decades.
Interesting.
castiel,
anna milton,
michael the archangel
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His last talk with her had not been exactly comforting. But he could not ignore her even if he wanted to.
"Whenever I stand in the middle of the bar," he offers from several feet away, "I am often chastised for being in the way."
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He'd had many days in Milliways when he'd wished he could talk to Anna about it. This is not quite how he'd envisioned it.
Castiel takes a few slow steps closer.
"I did find, though, that it was the best place to observe the patrons. Save the rafters."
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"Yeah, all right," Anna says.
And vanishes.
He'll find her if he looks up, though.
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Her perusal of the newcomer-that-isn't lasts several seconds too long for mere human politeness.
There are reasons for that.
"Is this likely to be a harbinger, do you think?"
Inquiring minds want to know.
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"Harbingers are so often only known in retrospect."
A pause, and then, "I remember you.
"Who never asked her father why He named her Michael."
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"Curiosity was never my besetting vice."
It's a simple enough explanation that overlays a more complicated truth.
"Not that there are many who would disbelieve that."
She picks up her coffee cup, taking a long sip.
"Is forgetfulness yours?"
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"It would be a rather boring besetting vice, wouldn't it?"
She could lay claim to curiosity.
Disobedience is probably at the top of the list, though.
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