May 05, 2007 21:58
It had in it a very sexy angel.
Well, it was close to my dear sweet. . .but wasn't exactly.
Some poor fool's attempt. A good one, a worthy one. . .
The eyes were about right, the hair was close. . .the rest of the face too. . .human. . .
But the voice. . . yes, yes, it sent shivers down my spine.
"I should say at the outset that I find this visitation both irksome and unwelcome. I am no longer Hell's ruler and you have no business with me."
Imagine, if you will, a winter's wind blowing through the trees outside you house as you lay curled before a fire. Lone, melodic, faintly forlorn. Androgynous, as they are, although Michael tends toward a deeper, harder tone.
You can see him, over there------> the sexy blond with the martini and the smirk.
Thank you, Dread Admiral and Duchess. I think I shall enjoy these very much.
books,
angels,
friends