Camael: Cam slept with Loki in bed, something that had started occuring more often. He was sleeping soundly curled up against the other man, small snores coming from him before he bolted up with a start, his whole body on alert, breathing coming quickly.
Loki: Loki had always been a light sleeper. Always. Even when he was small, and since then it had only gotten worse. Which had been one reason why he’d always refused to share a bed with anyone else. But lately he’d been bending his own rule, and had only regretted it occasionally. This was one of those times. Still half-asleep, he tried to roll over, further onto his stomach, face buried in the pillows. “What /is/ it?”
Camael: “Somethings wrong.” Cam, murmured, moving to get out of the bed only to fall, his legs caught in the covers. “Go back to sleep.” He murmured, untangling himself with a small curse and pulling his clothes on, runing a hand through his hair as he silently communicated with other angels, something which he seldom did, not liking to break his almost Hermit like status with them. “I have to go, I don’t know when I’ll be back, heaven’s turned into a civil war, and I’m being called to choose sides.” He murmured, leaning down to kiss Loki’s cheek. “I don’t know when and If I’ll come back. Sorry.”
Loki: Face still buried in the pillow, he could only hear Cam fall, and he let out a soft chuckle. He had every intention of going right back to sleep, at least until he heard something about a war. He turned his head to look at Cam, blinking the sleep away from his eyes, still not feeling quite awake. “What?” He tried to ask more, but was cut off by the kiss to his cheek. Cam was talking too fast and saying things that seemed too sudden to be real. “Wait. /Wait./” He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, tugging him back down to eye level. “Explain it. What do you /mean/ you don’t know when - if - you’ll be back?”
Camael: Calm almost yelped as Loki dragged him back down, putting a hand on top of the other man’s. “My brother’s Michael and Lucifer… They’ve been trapped in hell, but with Michael gone. Well, there is no one to lead. On of my brother’s Raphael is trying to take control. To take my father’s place. My little brother Castiel, is going against him… He doesn’t know that I could beat my brother. And I don’t want to be that Target. But, Cas, well he’s calling in Favors I owe him.” he looked away. “These are angels, things are going to get nasty, and it’s going to get nasty fast.” He gently pried Loki’s hand off his shirt, looking at the man’s hand in his. “As for when and If? I don’t know what will happen. If I’ll get killed, who will win, how long this will go. I promise to come back everytime there is a lull in the battle.”
Loki: He’d always hated angel politics, too. That was one reason why he never tended to get involved with them, mostly stuck to demons - their politics mostly involved matters of who had the biggest claws at the table, much more simple and easy to twist. But angel politics are nasty. Most thinks about angels were, Loki decided. “Don’t. Don’t be stupid and noble and risk your life over a favor owed. Fuck owing anything.” He slid his hand out of cam’s, and started winding the end of his messy braid around his finger. “But you won’t listen to me. You never do.”
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