Who: Mitchell and Samandriel Where: Mitchell's residence. When: Week 7, very early Monday Morning Why: Mitchell realizes they're snowed in and forgot to get groceries for himself. Warnings: TBA.
Samandriel might not have had an ounce of Grace left in him. He might have been the most human thing to ever walk the earth. That didn't mean that he was any less prone to being in some ways what he was before. The angel of Imagination was going to have very vivid dreams regardless of whether or not his wings had been clipped. He woke in the middle of the night, heart pounding frantically. In his dreams, his brothers were hunting him. The one who had made the proclamation, who had taken his grace sitting back and smirking with the vampire he'd allied himself with.
They weren't hunting him to kill him, though. If they'd wanted Samandriel dead, he'd be dead. No. This was for sport. This was to make him suffer in ways that only angels could manage. The growled words lingered in his ears as he woke up, echoing around in his head. He had fallen further and rebelled worse...worse than the brother whose name they didn't dare speak. Trembling, he got out of bed and went to splash water on his face. The clock above the stove read just after three am. His fingers hurt from where he'd been fending off unconscious attackers all night.
He took a deep breath and wandered back to his room. The sheets were tangled and shoved everywhere and even his too human senses could smell the fear in the sweat he'd left behind. He wasn't getting back to sleep here. Perhaps it was out of turn, but Samandriel didn't think he'd be turned away. Carefully and quietly he climbed the stairs to Mitchell's room, ignoring the way the lights outside reflected off the sudden strange snow into their home casting it almost blue. Not wanting to wake him, Samandriel simply climbed into Mitchell's bed and tucked himself against the vampire who owned him as best as possible. In retrospect, that was probably going to wake him anyway, and Samandriel didn't really know how vampiric sleeping needs worked.