Metatron (heaven_within) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2009-02-15 13:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | metatron, rating: g, rosa, setting: 310 within asgard |
Visiting, Visiting
Who: Metatron and Rosa
When: February 15th
Where: Room 310, Metatron and Mitch's room
Rating: G for now
Warnings: None
Summary: Metatron lays in his bed passing the time. He's asked for a small amount of time alone to consider things and Granny has obliged - though Dorian/Granny likely waits not far from the room, ready to return to the sick angel's side. Rosa comes to visit during this small break.
Day by day, Metatron felt a little weaker. He made a point to express it as little as possible even when Granny was beside him - though she saw more than the others. The constant stress on his powers had drained much of his energy and ability to be playfully enthusiastic. The extreme cheer had gone to show the more serious side of the angel. Yet the power drain was even affecting his mind. He wasn't losing his sanity, but he was more easily distracted and prone to wandering off on tangents he hadn't intended to when speaking.
Despite how open and friendly the shepherd of Asgard was, he was often far more careful than he seemed. He took care to be as gentle with his people as possible, though even he was not perfect and had made mistakes.
He didn't judge his Asgardians, however. Metatron was not like his sister - she was one of the angels that was more like a sword of heaven. Metatron was an extension of god's embrace. Whether or not they believed, whether or not they were Christian - Metatron cared little. All that mattered, in the end, was that they struggle to do what was right. That they learn as their lives went on. That was the beauty of all living creatures. In Metatron's eyes, that was all his God truly desired. The true life of mistakes and learning through them, combined with love and living as well as they could.
Metatron loved them all, and always would, no matter what they did. His love was all-encompassing. His personality and his love, Metatron imagined, was why God had picked him to watch over Asgard. This was what he thought about to relax over what had happened. God had wanted him to do this. Even though he was worrying Asgard, he was doing what was right. Perhaps this would help his companions learn more in this moment of stress. Perhaps they would grow into even better people. Metatron loved it when their souls shined brighter...
The angel smiled, watching clouds pass by his window. Pillows had been placed so he could comfortably sit up to peer outside. Clouds gently crossed the sky. Sometimes they brought rain, snow or storms, but in the end they would always pass and a new, brighter day would come. This would be another cloud, wouldn't it?
He wouldn't let himself die and worry his companions. He would survive this, however painful it became, and they would learn how strong Asgard could be. How hope never needed to be lost.
His fingers reached up to gently finger the simple, small golden cross that hung from his neck and often fell underneath his attire. He wore a simple, white, almost chinese-like shirt and pants underneath the sheets. The clothing was without embellishments but for two tiny golden cross designs on his collar. His blonde hair fell in lazy waves down his head and ended at his neck in a hairstyle that was deliberately more male than female. Though the angel had no true gender in his original form, he identified the most with men and had always preferred a male humanoid body when interacting with others.
His original form was blinding to any mortals who looked upon it and he would never subject his companions to that. For a moment, though, he wondered - would Blythe be able to see it, in her strange way, being blind already?
He kept pondering as the time passed, distracting himself from the almost physical sensation of his powers, as if they were his limbs, being eaten alive. Despite this, he managed to hum a hopeful hymn.
[ooc: Song referenced in the LJ-Cut is Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Your Guardian Angel, if I remember correctly.]