Who: azarias and self_control What: A bit o' Healin Where: Temperence's place When: Early evening Rating: TBD
The evening felt humid, as if the spring air demanded that it ain soon so that buds and flowers might get on with the change of season. It hadn't taken him long to make his way to Temperence's address from his loft. He was good at moving quickly when he needed to, and he had a sense that in this moment he had to. Heavy boots carried him ten blocks and the angel worked especially hard to block out the latest cries for comfort from his mind - there would be time enough for that soon.
Carrying down the sidewalk he brushed against a homeless man, reeking of alcohol and stumbling left and right it was all he could do to ease the man's addiction. A wave of comfort washed over the mortal in a feeling of peace the man hadn't known for years. This was just the warm up for the big show.
Climbing up the front stoop he dug the crumpled address from his pocket and looked it over, sure he was in the right place he rang the bell, hoping that she was in some sort of state to answer.