Michelle Gabrielle Kingston ☦ Aziraphale (ofangelstock) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-04-15 01:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | michelle kingston, shiloh kingston |
Who. Michelle and Shiloh Kingston
What. Michelle takes it upon herself to deliver the news of Michael's death to her sister
Where. Shiloh's apartment in Nashville, Tennessee
When. Thursday evening, April 14 2011, after this
Warnings. Uh, angst?
Michelle was drained. After bearing witness to Michael Abram's untimely demise, she'd felt physically and emotionally drained in a way that she hadn't really experienced since becoming ethereal. She'd been angry, near blind with rage when she'd figured out what had happened to Shiloh that whole month her sister had been missing but that? She hadn't wanted that. The vacant look in Michael's eyes just after his neck snapped against his will was haunting her every move now, every time she closed her eyes the memory only got sharper. This isn't what she'd been put on this Earth for, to watch people suffer and die while she stood helpless on the side lines.
After parting from the group she'd thought briefly about going to Nick's but quickly ruled that out. She'd be nothing but depressing company right now and there was still someone she needed to tell about this. Not Remy. If Michelle and Aziraphale knew their Antichrist, he already knew. He probably felt it, felt the very moment that Michael was no more. She was also counting on someone else telling him regardless, because she absolutely could not look him in the eyes and tell him that she stood by and watched his brother be killed by his own reincarnate right now.
She'd gone on a binge. For five blissful hours she sat in a Las Vegas bar close to her apartment and drank herself into a calm state of oblivion. Then, when even that had become repetitive, she miracled herself sober and set off to do what she knew she needed to do. She had to tell Shiloh. A few moments later Michelle appeared in the middle of her sister's bedroom, blond and pink streaks covering most of her face with her head bowed, in a half-assed attempt to hide the puffy eyes and tear tracks on her cheeks. Time to get this show on the road.