Michael (angelicblade) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2018-02-13 00:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | azrael, michael |
Who: Michael & Azrael
What: Having that drink
Where: Limbo
When: Recent, evening time
Status: Ongoing
As normal of an evening as it appeared, Michael was beginning to feel as if it were anything but. As an archangel, he had no real need to interact with any of the humans unless he found himself bored. Flying to the coastline only rewarded him so much when there was a lot to weigh in on his mind. He still hadn't found any sort of answers, but he supposed he never would. His father had gone silent since locking Heaven, and Michael hardly expected anything of him now. He supposed he would eventually have to find his own reasons for living, whatever those may be.
It wasn't easy, when his days felt better spent lounging in the high apartment he'd fashioned for himself. He knew he'd eventually need to do something, and without any proper drive, he simply wanted to rest. The Angel Corps weren't needed, as were any army, really. That was what he was, always, and to think that he might be more than a soldier seemed a strange concept.
Yet, here he was, blue eyes squinting at a particularly loud woman as he wandered past her small table where she sat with somewhat bleary looking friends. A bar. They hadn't had those in Vega, not truly. Not like...this. He turned to maneuver between a pair of other tables before making his way to the bar and considering before taking a seat, requesting a "surprise" by means of a drink order. He wasn't sure names would be the same even if he had some sort of actual request. "Azrael. I'd like to speak with him." He offered when the drink came, eyeing the brown bottle somewhat suspiciously before trailing the label sticker with his finger. The invitation had stood for far too long. He supposed he did need to invest a bit more in his brothers, even if they were different.