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[theblindangel]

Empty Seat || CLOSED

“Roses by mortals are considered to be a symbol of God at work. Perfectly mastering their craft to create beautiful living things mundane or supernatural alike,” elaborated Maggie as she smiled warmly. “The rose scent could mean a couple of things to me…that you were once an angel that fell or there is an angel that is very close to you. Someone you care for deeply where their essence has rubbed off on you,” the Oracle smiled happily.

“Either way, your essence is very unique, sir,” she added happily.

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[theblindangel]

Context || CLOSED

The next morning came slowly for the sleeping Oracle, who awoke to the warmth of the new morning sun peeking through the blinds to her makeshift room. Maggie used the back of her hand to rub the sleep from her blind scarred eyes and settled herself upright on the bed, yawning as her body stretched the ache from her twitching muscles, eager for movement after such a deep slumber.

Her hand retreated back to the bed as her fingers kneaded along the soft covers and cushioned mattress beneath her, cradling her body in what was her nest of blankets and pillows. Maggie slowly slung her feet out from under the covers to set her feet on the bare wooden floor, shivering to the cool touch before standing up to migrate to the door. Her bare feet patted along the floorboards as she walked herself carefully down the stairs, curious to where Crowley and Aziraphale were since they were not in her room.

“Crowley? Aziraphale?” she called out softly.

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[theblindangel]

Matchmaker || CLOSED

Months had passed since the Oracle’s first encounter with the heavenly demonic duo, Aziraphale and Crowley. Maggie had grown so fond to be in their presence and expose them to new human activities and festivities to help them keep up with what their world was going through, make them see what beautiful things they swore they would protect.

And today’s...was London’s Pride festival.

To celebrate the wonderful month of June, London organized a large festival to give the people of London and all guests from across the world a chance to express themselves in a safe space with those supporting them showering them with love.

Maggie had adorned herself in a cute summer dress, hugging the arms of both Aziraphale and Crowley to escort them through the large crowds, everyone adorned in rainbow colors and letting their true selves speak.

“What do you two think so far?” she asked gently, mild music playing in the background as people walked around the trio.

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