#human michael

[umechaa]

[michaelmilligan]

Midam Week Day 6: Our Place In The Setting Sun

“Penny for your thoughts?” Adam said as he sat down on the edge of the deck, his feet tickled by the grass the same way Michael's were.

When Michael didn't reply at first, Adam turned his head to the horizon, where it was set ablaze by the lowering sun.

“I wasn't really thinking,” Michael said at last. He shifted one foot so that it dug into the dirt, the sensation of the earth against him still unfamiliar in so many way.

“I thought it was impossible not to think?” Adam's voice was soft and his eyes crinkled at the corners – another sign that Michael had been away for too long, had taken years to return to his side.

Adam was a man now, rather than a boy. And Michael was...

Well. He wasn't sure what he was.

“As an archangel, it was impossible not to think about at least three things at any given time,” he said, looking up from the earth to the sunset again. “As a... whatever I am now, it's much easier to just look, and feel, and not think anything in particular.”

A hesitant hand came to rest over Michael's on the deck, and he looked up at Adam's bright blue eyes. They had changed too, with Michael's absence. They were calmer, somehow, maybe deeper, and – if it was possible – kinder.

Adam had always been the more level-headed one out of the two of them, but he had still carried grief and anger with him in an intensity that may have torn a weaker man apart. But now, his gaze was unguarded, and seemed to look straight into Michael's (maybe not purely metaphorical) soul.

“Do you miss it?” Adam's eyes flitted down to their hands, and he curled his fingers to hold Michael's darker ones.

His vessel had not been of his own choosing. If it had been, it may have resembled Adam more closely. Instead, he had curly black hair that he was trying to grow out, and skin several shades darker than Adam's. They contrasted nicely like this though, Michael thought as he watched their hands together.

All in all, it was a good vessel. The grief he felt didn't come from its shape, but from the fact that Adam's soul wasn't in it.

“Being an archangel? Yes, I miss it,” Michael said, and felt Adam's hand twitching around his. “If only because it was the only way of being I ever knew and understood. Being what I am now – a human, I suppose... I don't know how to be that.”

Adam shifted closer to him on the deck and pressed their shoulders together.

“It took me a long time, too. To learn to be human again.” A corner of his mouth ticked upwards. “And I had already been one.”

“You learned to live without me,” Michael said, and then wished he hadn't spoken when the only answering sound was a slight rustling of the breeze in the grass. But Adam was still leaning against his shoulder, even if silently, so Michael mustered up courage to continue. “Could you maybe... learn to live with me again?”

He knew that it was too much to ask. Michael had already landed Adam in hell, and had then failed to protect him from his Father. It was unfair to ask for more – to ask for Adam to say yes to him again, in this changed state of being that even Michael didn't understand.

But Adam smiled, and moved his hand to fully intertwine their fingers. “Did you really think I'd let you go, now that I just got you back?”

“I can't help you,” Michael whispered. “Can't fly you anywhere, can't make people give you food, can't- I can't do anything.” His voice broke on the last part as the lump in his throat made tears well in his eyes.

“You don't have to do any of that.” Adam squeezed his hand again. “You don't have to do anything except be here. Do you think you can manage that?”

Adam's eyes were almost challenging, but there was also so much joy in them that Michael almost let his tears fall.

Almost.

“Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, I think I can do that.”

Adam smiled, and leaned against him again as they watched the sun set on the horizon, painting the sky in a colour that looked less like fire now, and more like hope.

[klayr-de-gall]

Hi, sorry for the inconvenience but I've been meaning to ask questions on tumblr. The question is the following.

If there was a Michael and Adam (Midam) series. which actor would you propose for Michael. This yes it would be looking for a chemistry for Jake Abel.

Excuse my English

Hey there!

Thank you so much for dropping by my ask box! That's such an interesting question! I always like to ask people what they imagine Michael looks like if they would be in two bodies, or if it was a human AU, because obviously, Matt Cohan wouldn't work for the simple reason that he plays young John. Personally, I also don't think AU-Michael is a good fit. While Christian Keyes did an amazing job, that character is just not what the original Michael is like (or ever was)

I spend quite some time looking for a face I would like for Michael, and for whatever reason, I didn't like looking at better-known faces. Instead, I went down the Pinterest "dark-haired man" wormhole and scrolled and clicked through page after page XD

And I found this guy and decided, jup, that's what I will picture Michael looking like in any two-body scenario.

The Models Name is Alexis Petit, if you want to look him up.

Anyway, that doesn't answer the question of who I would cast as Michael to actually act in a show - because frankly, that answer is: No one. It HAS TO BE Jake Able, because there is just no one who could have that much chemistry with him than himself! (And honestly, Imagine a whole show with the one-body concept. It would be soooo damn interesting. There is so much potential!

So, there is the answer XD Hope it's still satisfying.

[thefishywizard]

;; He’s just ;; a widdle guy ;;

[serpentinesomebody]

Human Michael: *injured and bleeding severely*

EMT: Whats your blood type?

Human Michael: Blood? Oh, yeah, I have that. It’s red.

EMT: No, I mean what what’s your blood type?

Human Michael, getting increasingly confused: It’s red???

[sleazyjanet]

tgp huh

[amused-bouche]

@itsbuck continued from x

"Exciting is one way to put it, sure." He grinned. "I try not to make it a habit... buuuuuut I think it worked out in my favor this time~." Michael gave the other a wink, though it turned into a small wince. He'd felt worse pain, if the scars on the front and back of his torso were anything to go by. He'd lost his shirt when he was quite suddenly kicked out of the party, through the window no less. He doubted he'd ever get it back, even if it was one of his favorites.

[thegoodglitch]

Really pushing my luck today with this version of Michael, the censor makes me laugh though. I have full brain rot I’m so sorry.