𝙰 𝚆𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙼 𝙾𝙵 𝙸𝚃 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚂． a simple truth can be beautiful, and metatron is tempted to say it out loud, though it would be cruel. truth and beauty are often cruel. part beauty and part cruelty, and upon seeing eloa and how sweet and dim she looks in her melancholy, both tempt him — unspeakably and unexplainably. her face, almost sickly gentle, almost distant, calls yahoel back to times it would be wiser to deem gone, but a part of him can’t bring himself to just yet. a part. parts of everything. ‘ sad seeing you here. ’ it’s a dry joke, but the archangel tells it with a straight face and creased brow, so it almost sounds honest. ‘ not i would expect anything else of you. ’ he remarks, and there comes, at last, the cruelty.
his hands slip into the pockets of his trousers, as though he’s cold. there’s a truth concealed there, though. and it is, as always, cruel. god used to be warm, and bright, and all things golden would appear unworthy and rusty in comparison to a sheer flash of memory passing before the scribe’s eyes. eloa, however, feels ethereally cold. not without a sting of satisfaction, metatron thinks he can’t forgive that of her. forgiveness is god’s realm.
the library is quiet, not open for business. he had come thinking he would meet with the insufferable winchester brothers, and was instead met with a face, metaphorically speaking for the one beyond the muscles and bone, he’d not seen in a biblically long time. he doesn’t face her. he lets his eyes glide over the titles, enraptured in the mystery of the few ones he’s never heard.
‘ i always found the idea of you siding with lucifer very funny, you know. given your ... nature. but i take you found back some of the common sense you lost, eloa. is that why you’re working with those two now? ’
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