The Archangel Michael (viceroyofheaven) wrote in brightlightlogs, @ 2010-02-15 14:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | andrea morgan, michael |
Who; Micheal & Andy
What; He's apparently not as dead as he thought he would be
Where; His apartment
When; Nowish
There was a brief, wonderful moment when he first woke up that was simply blank. Free of identity, free of a history and all the damage that came with it. A small flicker in time when he simply just was and that was enough. But it didn't last and the pain that came with thousands upon thousands of years rushing back into his thoughts was even more excruciating than the end, the memory of the pain of destroying Lucifer and himself in the process. He bolted up in the bed, gasped for air and for the first time felt the pain of not being able to find enough oxygen to satisfy his body. He slowly moved to the edge of the bed and swung his legs over the edge, raked shaky hands through his hair and tried to not simply pass out from the sheer overwhelming sense of it. He struggled to breath as the memories of his existence tried to settle into his mind, as the pain of being human tore through him. Everything felt like it was on fire, everything hurt. And the more he tried to remember the worse it got. Finally he settled on only letting himself think of bits and pieces at a time and it was beyond frustrating. He already missed being able to just think everything at once, to know everything he knew at once. None of it felt sharp, in focus, just a little bit out of reach. And the more recent events seemed almost beyond his grasp. He knew he had taken a vessel and destroyed his brother, but the events surrounding it were hard to find. But he knew he was human, a fact that was hammered home as he tried to get up and every muscle protested against being used. He had never quite understood the term that humans used when they said they felt like they'd been hit by a truck until now. He moved slowly from the bedroom into the living and kitchen area. He found a glass in the cupboard and filled it with water and tried to wrap his head around everything while he drank. The sound of the door being opened pulled him from the task though and he looked over to see a brunette woman walk in. He seemed to jump slightly at the sound of the bottle she carried hit the ground and for a moment he just looked at her, looking right back at him like she'd seen a ghost. The sight of her stirred the missing bits and they fell into place like a puzzle, filling the holes. He knew her. Quite intimately for a fact. He felt something for her, something that now his body was just human with all it's human emotions and impulses was almost overwhelming right then. He set the glass down and took a hesitant step toward her. "Andy.." |