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@theangelofrepentance
Does Heaven have any films or is it all theatre?
“I am not quite sure you would call them films,” He raised an eyebrow. “Angelic technology is a little different than human’s, but we do have both live and recorded performances, yes.”
Good to see you man! Missed you.
“Ah,” Surprise flickered across the angel’s face for a brief moment before going back to his usual expression. “Have you? Um... anyway, yes. Things were busy for a while, but I have found time to answer questions again.”
Hey Uriel! :D I wanted to know, have you ever tried quilling before?
Uriel blinked, a small smile coming to his face at the mention of one of his favorite subjects. “I have, and I enjoy it, however I always seem to stick to paint and sculpture. I do not know why I haven’t quilled more.”
What does an angel's instrument sound like?
"That’s not exactly an easy thing to describe.” Uriel frowned. “It’d be best if you just heard an instrument yourself rather than me describing it to you, Nameless.”
Do you have a favorite fabric or material for clothing?
Uriel paused. “Mostly tightly woven cotton. It allows for a lot of movement, and almost never gets too hot or cold.”
He gave the other angel a small smile, very much liking the feeling of Michael’s hand on his back and hoping he didn’t take it away soon. Unsure how to respond to the compliment, he gave a quiet thanks, well aware his cheeks were starting to get hot.
“I have um… I have been looking forward to today. A nice break from paperwork, and,” He paused slightly before pushing ahead, voice a bit softer than before. “A–a nice day to spend with you.” Not quite wanting to move into the kitchen, he simply stood there, gently leaning into Michael’s touch and hoping–as it seemed he constantly was nowadays–that what he said hadn’t been too much.
Michael’s smile softens. “It is nice to simply spend the day with you, as well.” he replies, glancing at Uriel’s house. “Funny, I… I have grown to feel very comfortable while in this house.” he says, before glancing back to Uriel, the smile still on his face. “You are… keeping me sane in these hard times, my friend.” he says quietly, the volume of his voice dropping into an almost-whisper.
Uriel flashed a small, grateful smile at Michael’s confession. “I am happy you are comfortable here.” He paused before adding, “It... it is far more comfortable for me with you here as well.”
The reply was a bit understated. If Uriel was being honest with himself, his home didn’t really feel the same anymore if Michael wasn’t there. The other Angel just seemed to bring a warmth with him. A warmth that was very easy to get addicted to. The past few weeks without Michael visiting much had been... colder, to say the least.
He mentally debated with himself for a moment, looking in the direction of his kitchen. As lovely as Michael’s hand felt on his back... He really did need to check on those noodles...
With an internal sigh, Uriel looked at his friend, the small, warm smile still on his face. “Are you ready to eat? The noodles should be done by now, if you like.”
i just realized, we both celebrate yule.
“Ah, is that surprising?” Uriel frowned. “When I checked last, quite a few humans celebrated Yule, or at least the Winter solstice.”
Since it's apparently stupid question time, what would u do if u were straight?
Uriel stared. “Very likely.... the same thing I am doing now.”
Why not? Aren't parties better when they are intentional? And that way you could invite the others too.
“Parties are,” He raised an eyebrow. “But not what I was talking about, which is the level of elaborateness of the party.”
Well, next year it can be intentional!
“Er... hopefully not,” The Archangel said blankly. “While Yule itself was not awkward...”
yes. i mean besides paperwork. lord knows i hear about lucy complain enough about it. [drums fingers] ! we haven't done photo manipulation in the course i'm in yet, but i'll probably pick that elective. i suppose you learn plenty of things in that long. damn. youre old.
Uriel stared at them for a while. Who was “Lucy”? Probably not someone he knew or particularly cared about. Either way, the being seemed to have rambled their way into a small pause.
“Yes, I am.” He said blandly.
Do you normally go all out for Yuel? Seems like that'd be more Gabriel's thing.
Uriel frowned. “In a way, it was. Gabriel always... he always made sure we were free on that day, so that we could all be together.”
He raised an eyebrow. “And no, I don’t normally do this much for Yule, but I still enjoy it.”
Uriel flushed at the look on Michael’s face. He honestly hadn’t meant to do this much. He just… got lost in thought while decorating and had looked up to find the place in its current state.
It hadn’t quite occurred to him that it would look like too much until he saw Michael standing right in the middle of it, hair still disheveled, hands still dirty.
Suddenly a lot more conscious of how he must look, Uriel shuffled slightly. “I… I had meant to fix the traditional foods, but I forgot to get ingredients for them.” He really had been distracted this morning while getting ready… He shot the other angel a sheepish look. “How do you feel about noodles?”
Michael grinned, reaching over to give Uriel a pat on the back. “That sounds great!” he paused for a second, the grin softening. ”And you did a really great job with everything,” he added sincerely. Michael had noticed how suddenly awkward Uriel looked, and he couldn’t help but feel guilty. It was his fault he had practically forgotten about all of this.
He gave the other angel a small smile, very much liking the feeling of Michael's hand on his back and hoping he didn't take it away soon. Unsure how to respond to the compliment, he gave a quiet thanks, well aware his cheeks were starting to get hot.
"I have um... I have been looking forward to today. A nice break from paperwork, and," He paused slightly before pushing ahead, voice a bit softer than before. "A--a nice day to spend with you." Not quite wanting to move into the kitchen, he simply stood there, gently leaning into Michael's touch and hoping--as it seemed he constantly was nowadays--that what he said hadn't been too much.
It's hard to remember you're a politician when you're actually a nice and likable person, not self centered scum.
Uriel stared. "I.... are you trying to get me to campaign for something?"
Uriel flushed slightly at Michael’s glance towards his wings. Perhaps he had gotten more powder on them than he thought.
He took off quickly, glancing back at Michael to make sure he was following. They reached Uriel’s house in no time at all, and the redhead couldn’t help feeling nervous again as he opened the door for his friend.
He had prepared quite a bit for Yule… the house was decorated and a rather large tray of cookies was stacked high with about four different types of dessert. Food was almost ready in the oven and a wrapped present sat in the corner of his living room. He had even prepared the fireplace for a small fire, though he’d feel a bit ridiculous lighting it now. Michael didn’t seem to have thought about today at all, and Uriel had done so much…
He coughed slightly, trying to shake the thoughts from his head, and again smiled at his friend. “Um, are you hungry? I made food besides just the cookies..”
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Michael entered the house, eyes widening at the thorough decoration. He… han’t expected this much at all. Uriel really got into the holiday spirit this year. Michael couldn’t help but feel a little bad. He must look like a disorganized mess compared to Uriel. He didn’t even get the chance to wash the ink off his hands yet.
"Ah, I…" Michael had to pause for a moment to diagnose his hunger. Was he hungry? He supposed he was—either way, he’d be able to tell instantly once he started eating. "What did you make?" he asked with an interested grin. Uriel had always been a very good cook—whatever he made had to be delicious.
Uriel flushed at the look on Michael's face. He honestly hadn't meant to do this much. He just... got lost in thought while decorating and had looked up to find the place in its current state.
It hadn't quite occurred to him that it would look like too much until he saw Michael standing right in the middle of it, hair still disheveled, hands still dirty.
Suddenly a lot more conscious of how he must look, Uriel shuffled slightly. "I... I had meant to fix the traditional foods, but I forgot to get ingredients for them." He really had been distracted this morning while getting ready... He shot the other angel a sheepish look. "How do you feel about noodles?"
god damn. and i suppose you dont. [leans back on their tail] do you do photography often? i'm really curious on what you actually do besides like painting and sculpting.
“Besides painting and sculpting?” The Archangel cocked an eyebrow, a smirk forming briefly on his lips. As much as he loved art, it was almost amusing to him when that was the only thing he did that people focused on. Almost. Especially since it was the main tool of his critics—claiming that he did nothing for Heaven but paint pretty pictures.
“I suppose you mean besides overseeing the actions of all of Heaven’s guard and military, the repentance of major sinners on Earth, and helping to advise Michael on legislative and security matters?”
And signing an endless amount of forms a day, he added silently. The mortal only needed to know the impressive things, after all.
"As for art," He added after a moment. "Like I said, I work with photography occasionally. I much prefer photo manipulation. I also work with weaving, bead-work, metalwork, and pottery.” He shrugged. “When the mood strikes me, I will even make my own glazes.”
Michael didn't forget because he doesn't care. He forgot because when he buries himself in work, he forgets to take care of himself.
Uriel flushed and looked away, staying quiet for a while.
"I suppose that is true."
