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.
It had been an enjoyable evening in the bar and he didn't quite feel like sleeping yet. What he did feel like was some fresh air.
He bid the others goodbye and went outside, walking slowly across the grounds until he spotted a figure beneath a tree doing ... what? Gardening? Planting someting?
He walked over, hands in his pockets. "I don't think it's going to grow just like that," he observed.
Raphael blinked up at the man, curling around the fragile plant protectively. "I don't want it to die!" he said, with a little more force than he intended. "It can't die! It can't die!"
Belial liked the night; not because he subscribed to any silly stereotypes about demons, but because he liked the cool calmness of it. He wasn't always nocturnal, but there were times when he did prefer to sleep during the day and enjoy the night.
He raised an eyebrow as he approached the little spectacle; he had been planning to keep an eye on Raphael, after all. "Water it, then."
"I've never been much of a gardener," he said. "But for all I know, plants need water to grow if they were uprooted and replanted. It doesn't look like it's going to rain. Besides - is there a reason you're doing your gardening in the middle of the night?"
HE'S ON THE VERGE OF AN EPIPHANY!! :DhalosphereSeptember 24 2010, 10:51:01 UTC
Raphael stayed in the demon's presence for a while, ignoring the infernal burn against his vulnerable one. Finally, he pulled away, giving Belial a warm hug before rising to his feet. "I have to go. And thank you, Belial. I really appreciate everything." He said goodbye to his flower as well, then started back inside the manor.
It took him awhile, but he finally managed it up the stairs and back into Michael's room. Once inside, he crawled beneath the thick covers, the warmth of his brother's presence and love like another snuggly blanket against him.
He thought of the plant.
Thrown out... Unwanted... Yet still strong...
He remembered gently plucking the shriveled leaf, the twinge of pain he had felt...
Re: HE'S ON THE VERGE OF AN EPIPHANY!! :DlordofsinSeptember 24 2010, 11:38:03 UTC
As Raphael left, Belial leant forward to run his fingers lightly over the stem of the plant. It would be fine. He didn't think much of the one who had planted it, but he had nothing against the plant.
He rose to his feet and brushed himself off, contemplating a bath. Fingers toying lightly with the feather in his pocket, he returned to the Manor, pondering Raphael's weaknesses and how best to exploit them.
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He bid the others goodbye and went outside, walking slowly across the grounds until he spotted a figure beneath a tree doing ... what? Gardening? Planting someting?
He walked over, hands in his pockets. "I don't think it's going to grow just like that," he observed.
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He raised an eyebrow as he approached the little spectacle; he had been planning to keep an eye on Raphael, after all. "Water it, then."
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It took him awhile, but he finally managed it up the stairs and back into Michael's room. Once inside, he crawled beneath the thick covers, the warmth of his brother's presence and love like another snuggly blanket against him.
He thought of the plant.
Thrown out... Unwanted... Yet still strong...
He remembered gently plucking the shriveled leaf, the twinge of pain he had felt...
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He rose to his feet and brushed himself off, contemplating a bath. Fingers toying lightly with the feather in his pocket, he returned to the Manor, pondering Raphael's weaknesses and how best to exploit them.
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