Every now and then he goes to the main room of the Mansion and just looks at the people, even though there's no real reason. He likes to look at God's children.

Michael, presumably, has Helen living with him now, partly to keep her safe and guard over her, and partly from another feeling he doesn't understand, one that goes with his human body and stirs in his human heart.

To-day he's working at his leather in his usual quiet way, and thinking of her, and of her child.

Michael is hard at work. To-day he isn't cutting leather; he's sewing patterns into it with coloured thread and a thick needle. His eyes are quite empty.

*Michael is praying*

*He's sitting in his room like always, stitching up the last part of a pair of soft leather shoes, the kind that are slippers for the dead*

*Michael is sitting quietly in his room with a piece of soft leather and a needle, but he isn't sewing. He's just been in this thread, and he's experiencing one of his first human emotions. The ones he's been capable of all along, but not know how to use. Actually, he still doesn't know what it is. He defined 'sad' for Gavin, but he's repeating ( Read more... )

*Michael is sitting in his room, probably the one given to him by Hestia, and making shoes. He's cutting out the leather patterns, but in a little while he'll be stitching. As a human and not an Angel, it's all he knows how to do ( Read more... )