Surprise Visit
((Words: 1,205 (Oops, it got long) Verse: Arendelle))
Morgan stood in her apartment’s kitchen. Her laptop sat on the table, Spotify blaring the top 100 out of the speakers. She had to admit, she loved technology. Seeing it come about was an upside of her curse.
She was mixing together a cake from scratch because why not? What else should a witch be doing on a Friday night? She hadn’t really come up with anything better to do and cake was delicious. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she was wearing an oversized sweater with leggings. She looked like any other college aged girl who was staying in for the weekend. Sometimes she felt like one.
There was a knock at the door and she smiled. Gabriel usually had good timing.
“It’s open!” she shouted, mixing her cake batter. After all, why would she need to lock it during the day? She was more dangerous than any human that might try to enter.
The door didn’t open and she frowned. “Gabriel, you can come in. I have pants on! Well… leggings, but you know… Are your hands full or something?”
“I’m… it’s… not Gabriel.”
She stopped stirring and stared at the door for a moment. She waved her hand at the laptop, closing it with magic so that the music stopped and she could hear very clearly.
“Repeat that,” she said.
“Not Gabriel.”
“See, that’s what I thought I heard, but I knew I must be hearing things because there is no way in hell that it’s who I think it is standing out there, because at this point he should know damn well that he is not welcome here.” She marched over to the door, the wooden spoon still in her hand. With a violent yank, she pulled the door open. Raphael winced at the sudden movement and she glowered at him. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I--”
“You know what?” She pointed the spoon at him, flinging cake batter on her floor, the door frame, and him. “I don’t care. I don’t want to hear whatever bullshit you want. I’m sure it’s a job, right? Well they can’t send any other angel because I’m not working with you.” She grabbed the door, ready to slam it, but he moved his foot, blocking her.
“Morgana--”
“Oh, hell no. You do not just get to come back her and ‘Morgana’ me like everything is perfectly okay and like I haven’t spent the last two centuries--”
“I’m sorry!” he interrupted. She stared at him.
“…what?”
“I am so sorry, Morgan. And I know that does not fix anything, but I still needed to tell you because you deserve to hear an apology and I messed up so terribly and I am so sorry.”
She blinked at him for a moment, stunned. Then she shook her head. “It doesn’t change anything.”
He nodded. “I know that.”
“Do you, Raphael? Do you really? Because Gabriel comes to see me occasionally, but you know how angels are with time, which means that I have spent most of the last two centuries alone. And every time I make friends, I have to admit to myself that I’m just going to have to up and leave them, which is getting harder to do because of technology which means that I’ve basically just stopped making friends. I’m going to outlive them all anyways and it’s really shitty. And I prayed to you at first. All the fucking time, because I was angry but I thought maybe we could work something out, but you didn’t listen so--”
“I heard them all,” he muttered quietly, looking away.
She shook her head, her expression full of anger. “Then you know and you know that I stopped, because there was no point anymore. You didn’t want to hear my side of the story and you obviously didn’t regret anything--”
“I regretted all of it.”
“Yeah, well, it’s too late now. You can’t lift the curse yourself and even if you could, it would just kill me so there’s no point in dwelling on it.”
“You deserved an apology.”
“Yeah. Two centuries ago when it would’ve meant something.” She crossed her arms, glowering at him and willing the tears not to fall.
“I know.”
“Well then what the fuck took you so long?”
He blinked at her. “Well, you had an angel blade for a while and you are actually rather terrifying when you want to be…”
She sighed, uncrossing her arms. Suddenly she felt exhausted, like she didn’t really want to do this anymore. “But what about before then? I was angry, yeah, but not as angry as I was later.”
“I was angry and stupid and stubborn and I did not know what I was doing. I still do not know, but…” He shrugged. “I am trying to learn and I owed you an apology. I have just been trying to work up the courage to come here and deliver it.”
“I hope Gabriel knows I’m going to punch him for telling you where I live…” she muttered.
“He is aware.”
She frowned. “I can’t believe you still talk like that. You really have avoided earth for the last two centuries, haven’t you?”
“The only time I did not avoid earth was while we were dating. I stayed away before and have stayed away since.”
She shook her head. “Avoiding your ex makes you kind of a dick, you know.”
“I am aware. Gabriel explained to me precisely why avoiding his exes makes him a whore, but me avoiding you makes me and I quote, ‘a complete and total ass’.”
“Sounds like Gabriel,” she said, laughing and smiling slightly. She quirked an eyebrow at Raphael. “Was that it?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“You still suck, just so you know, and I’m not just going to say, ‘I forgive you’ because we both know it’s not that simple, but… I mean, I guess I can try. Are you going to disappear for another two centuries?”
He furrowed his eyebrows. “Do you want to see me again?”
“Well, yeah, jackass. I mean, if you expect me to forgive you, you can’t just apologize and then vanish again. Not cool, dude. Besides, you have two centuries to catch me up on and I have no friends… Well, I have Gabriel, but that’s it. You’re lucky I have a job to keep me entertained.”
“So you want to see me again?”
She sighed. “Yes, Raphael. I would like to see you again.” She paused. “But not a date. We burned that bridge. In fact, we basically nuked it.”
When he gave her a confused look, she shook her head. “It’s an expression. Nevermind. My point was that we should see each other again later in a non-romantic setting.”
“Ah. Yes. I think that would be a good idea.”
She nodded. “Okay then. See you later, I guess.”
“See you later, Morgan.”
He vanished and she shut her door, very seriously planning on punching Gabriel in the face during his next visit. Not that this had gone terribly, but a bit of a head’s up might have been nice… She returned to her cake, wondering what had just happened.