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musebysentence. One of these is well more than a sentence; any complaints can be filed in my trash bin.
⌊ Summer ⌉
Summer in the desert was a brutal thing, seemingly endless days of scorching heat and blowing sand broken up only by skirmishes with the insurgents who sought to use the barren land as a route for smuggling supplies and equipment.
⌊ Mystery ⌉
He played his part well, acting confounded by the soldier's recovery from what should have been fatal wounds, tossing around the words "mystery" and "miracle" with the other soldiers in his platoon over a late dinner of barely-edible MREs, writing up purely clinical evaluations for his supervisors, but at night he turned his face to the sky and thanked his Father for the gift he had been blessed with.
⌊ Refreshed ⌉
Standing at the edge of the cliff, Raphael looked out at the endless blue sky rather than down at the ground below. A faint breeze blew up along the rocky face, brushing against his skin, beckoning him. Without thinking, he dove into the wind, letting the air rush past him, through him. At the last minute he let his wings snap open, gliding inches above the ground at breakneck speed before pulling up, catching a warm draft, spiraling toward the sun. Wrapped in his element, he reveled in the perfection of the moment, delighting in the cool slide of wind through his feathers, exulting in the brief moment of freedom he had been granted before moving on to his next task.
⌊ Suspicion ⌉
Raphael worked his bruised jaw carefully, idly surprised by the force of the blow, while Uriel slipped into a more defensive stance, open hostility fading into wary distrust.
⌊ Bedroom ⌉
Raising an eyebrow as he surveyed the mismatched collection of pillows and blankets, Raphael's voice resonated with mirth as he spoke, "I asked if you had a bed, but this looks more like a nest."
musebysentence. One of these is well more than a sentence; any complaints can be filed in my trash bin.⌊ Summer ⌉
Summer in the desert was a brutal thing, seemingly endless days of scorching heat and blowing sand broken up only by skirmishes with the insurgents who sought to use the barren land as a route for smuggling supplies and equipment.
⌊ Mystery ⌉
He played his part well, acting confounded by the soldier's recovery from what should have been fatal wounds, tossing around the words "mystery" and "miracle" with the other soldiers in his platoon over a late dinner of barely-edible MREs, writing up purely clinical evaluations for his supervisors, but at night he turned his face to the sky and thanked his Father for the gift he had been blessed with.
⌊ Refreshed ⌉
Standing at the edge of the cliff, Raphael looked out at the endless blue sky rather than down at the ground below. A faint breeze blew up along the rocky face, brushing against his skin, beckoning him. Without thinking, he dove into the wind, letting the air rush past him, through him. At the last minute he let his wings snap open, gliding inches above the ground at breakneck speed before pulling up, catching a warm draft, spiraling toward the sun. Wrapped in his element, he reveled in the perfection of the moment, delighting in the cool slide of wind through his feathers, exulting in the brief moment of freedom he had been granted before moving on to his next task.
⌊ Suspicion ⌉
Raphael worked his bruised jaw carefully, idly surprised by the force of the blow, while Uriel slipped into a more defensive stance, open hostility fading into wary distrust.
⌊ Bedroom ⌉
Raising an eyebrow as he surveyed the mismatched collection of pillows and blankets, Raphael's voice resonated with mirth as he spoke, "I asked if you had a bed, but this looks more like a nest."
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Date: 2010-06-15 11:22 am (UTC)From:And Bedroom made me giggle, and wonder if the
nestbed was also lined with feathers from when Uriel [I presume] moulted, and the odd leaf and twig. xD((Fun fact: Gabriel's bed is also like a nest, in that there are a LOT of pillows and cushions; he likes to burrow into them and be surrounded by the warmth.))
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Date: 2010-06-15 12:05 pm (UTC)From:Refreshed was my favorite to write, though originally I struggled with it because I was trying to cram it all into one sentence - hello monstrous run-on sentence of DOOM. My Raphael is associated with air (the element and cardinal direction varies from one new age angelology source to the next, but the greatest majority of them seem to agree he presides over air), so the joy of flying seemed like a natural thing to write.
Uriel's
bednest definitely has the odd feather or three tucked in amongst the quilts. Most of them are white, but if you look long enough, you might find a bright blue feather in there as well. No leaves and twigs though. :D((Uriel hasn't actually figured out the sleep-thing, hence his lack of a real bed. It's more of a place to stretch out his wings - downstairs is a cluttered mess and outside he runs the risk of the neighbors seeing something, so the upstairs attic/loft area has become his preening area. Splintered wooden boards and drafty attics aren't very comfortable, so after a while he decided to carry up all the quilts and blankets and pillows he had managed to amass and make a much warmer and more comfortable little sitting area.))
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Date: 2010-06-15 03:48 pm (UTC)From:xD It was beautiful! One of these days I need to drop Gabriel in the Nile. I mean, he's already spent a lot of time there metaphorically. But he is associated with Water, after all.
Where would the blue feathers come from? O_O
((Aww! Gabriel rather likes sleep, but doesn't do it often because 1) he's wary of it becoming Sloth and 2) sometimes he gets nightmares which are often rooted in actual memories.))
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Date: 2010-06-15 08:48 pm (UTC)From:He was trying to teach a baby blue jay how to fly. For whatever odd reason, he decided this would be easier if he looked like a blue jay as well (albeit a six-foot-tall, red-headed, half-human, half-bird blue jay, so I'm not certain what he thought this would accomplish).
Uriel is already very skittish around anything he thinks might be even remotely related to the deadly sins, and I can only imagine the sort of nightmares he would have. :/ Raphael is of half a mind to knock him out and make him sleep though. He says they may be angels, but Uriel is wearing himself thin.
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Date: 2010-06-16 04:22 am (UTC)From:... ... ... I really don't know what to say to that. O_O
D: I support Raphael's decision! ;)
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Date: 2010-06-16 05:27 am (UTC)From:It's actually rather cute in my head. He's still Uriel, just with the white-tipped, black-banded, bright blue feathers of a jay. With a little baby bird that keeps hopping up and down his arm, reluctant to try flying again.
I really, really need to write that.
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Date: 2010-06-16 06:10 am (UTC)From:Aww! You should, it sounds so adorable. <3
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Date: 2010-06-16 07:54 am (UTC)From:Write both!Michael is eeeeeeeevil. XD He's lucky Gabriel didn't drown him.It's one of those ideas I have floating around in my head, but it has never really formed a concrete, writable scene.
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Date: 2010-06-16 09:02 am (UTC)From::P You temptress, you.xD No, Gabriel just raced him. Later that day Michael proceeded to, ahem, blow Gabriel'sfeathersmind, so it's a good thing Gabriel didn't drown him.Well, I would love to read it once it does. :D
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Date: 2010-06-16 09:40 am (UTC)From:Who me? Surely you have me confused with Belial.Well, at least Michael knows how to make up for his transgressions. :3Maybe I will try to start working on it this week then. (Not that I can really promise much. I think I have a grand total of three days off in the next two and a half weeks.)
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Date: 2010-06-16 10:43 am (UTC)From:He's not the only tempter out there. ;)Indeed. I think Gabriel forgot how to speak at some point.D: Oh dear. Rest is more important! <3
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Date: 2010-06-16 12:00 pm (UTC)From:Of course he isn't. One can't forget Lucifer. :]Oh, to be a fly on that wall. :3It's less a matter of rest and more a matter of long stretches of work leaving me extremely irritated and often too frazzled to sit down and be creative. Thankfully things are starting to lighten up for the summer.
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Date: 2010-06-16 12:27 pm (UTC)From:Of course not. <3 The original tempter. :DxD If you really want, I can send you that chatlog. ;) I giggled so much when Michael paused and asked Gabriel if he was okay and on the second try Gabriel said something like, "Hmm? Yes. No. I don't know."D: *hug* Thankfully!
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Date: 2010-06-16 11:54 pm (UTC)From:We wouldn't want to damage his oh-so-fragile ego by forgetting him, now would we?Now speaking of tempting... :3 Oh, Gabriel. <3Of course, I would say something like that and today would turn out to be super stressful. D:
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Date: 2010-06-17 02:06 am (UTC)From:No, indeed,>:3 Drop me your e-mail next time you're on AIM and I'll e-mail it to you. <3Oh no. :S *hugs some more* *makes you thick creamy hot chocolate so you can curl up with Conall and a book and the chocolate*
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Date: 2010-06-17 03:10 am (UTC)From:Cocoa sounds sooooo good right now. Though I'm not sure I should curl up with Conall and cocoa - he kept trying to stick his fuzzy little nose in my drink last night.
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Date: 2010-06-17 03:24 am (UTC)From:AWW! My uncle's cat used to do that with any drinks on the table.
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Date: 2010-06-17 03:29 am (UTC)From:My aunt and uncle have a Pomeranian who LOVES coffee - she will climb chairs, tables, couches and any other furniture nearby to get to a cup of coffee if she can. She is also really bad about getting into alcoholic drinks, and has developed a taste for margaritas in particular. Silly, silly dog.
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Date: 2010-06-17 03:32 am (UTC)From:... o_O You have an alcoholic dog on your hands!
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Date: 2010-06-17 03:50 am (UTC)From:She likes human things in general. Food, drink, it doesn't really matter, she thinks she should get her fair share.
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Date: 2010-06-17 04:03 am (UTC)From: