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mekachu04he.... should not have skipped last week.
azripahleis still bound wrist to ankle, anckle to floor. but he's been knocked over, flat on his back. his (rigth?) ankle is twisted under him, hip possible dislocted. hands purple from the pull of the cuffs, hopefully, with equal bruising along his exposed thights and gut.
his robe's been pushed up to nearly over his head. with no mircles or food to sustain his prefer look the body has started to wither. no miricles also ment no mucles, giving azirpahle a frail sickly look that didn't look right on any etheral. he was also wheezing in short pained breaths, no attempt made at his usual customary greating. this was more than a few days worth of inguries.
the effort azirpahle had been sporting, an out of date corteas eunige, had been brutalised, heel marks clearly outlined in bruises along genitalia and inner thighs. if gabriel looked har dneough, he could brobably guess a shoe size and style.
Was that something he really wanted to know?
He knelt down, pulling his subratant's robes back in place, hands careful ont he darkest of bruising. he had no mircles here neither, and an admittingly limited idea on how human skeletons where help together. but he was reasonably sure nothing was outright borken, even if the pained whine bad him want to withdrawn and leave.
he.. he wasn't actually a soilder. he was a messanger. he.. he had never actually been on the front lines. he had others to do the heavy hitting for him. best to ask the expert them, he spposed. "Anyhting broken, as far as you can tell?"
"gabrl?" Azirpahle looked exachused, straining his neck to lokk at gabreil, he couldn't quite look him back int he eye.
"Is it safe to sit you up, or should i leave you like this?"
"Up, please. legs always been a mess, won't be gettign any better regardless."
he wasn't sure he'd ever been so close to azirpahle before, much less two armfuls, an awkward hug as he pulled azirpahle upright, ignoreing the sharp noise of pain fromt he other angel. for a moment, he sat frozen, azirphale gasping into his shirt, gabreil looking aorund the blank white space in an desperate attmept to give him a brief moemnt of privatcy as he struggled to compose himself.
"It's oign to keep escalating," gabreil murmered into the void, "just give micheal the corperation. i'll get you a new one, get you back on earth and... and just end this."
azirpahle gave a wet horse chuckle, shaking his head no, "i can't.... i can't gbariel."
"i'll get you a new corperation by tomorrow. i'lll have micheal sign over that Heaven's to leave you alone from here on out - no loopholes or tricks. Azirpahle, please, this hasn't even begun to get bad yet-"
"Oh, i know. i am well aware of the extend both heven and humans are cpaable of."
"Then why? this is lunacy! Micheal intends to break yopu - why give her the satisfacion? jusst-"
"I can't. I can't Gabreil." there's that horrible laugh again, and azirpahle straighenins, but doesn't look at him, "I can't, and i cna't even defend why."
whith a annoyed sigh, gabril pulled awya, standng up to leave.
"I"m gona die in here gabreil. and it's going to be ugly. best prepar yourself for that now."
azripahleis still bound wrist to ankle, anckle to floor. but he's been knocked over, flat on his back. his (rigth?) ankle is twisted under him, hip possible dislocted. hands purple from the pull of the cuffs, hopefully, with equal bruising along his exposed thights and gut.
his robe's been pushed up to nearly over his head. with no mircles or food to sustain his prefer look the body has started to wither. no miricles also ment no mucles, giving azirpahle a frail sickly look that didn't look right on any etheral. he was also wheezing in short pained breaths, no attempt made at his usual customary greating. this was more than a few days worth of inguries.
the effort azirpahle had been sporting, an out of date corteas eunige, had been brutalised, heel marks clearly outlined in bruises along genitalia and inner thighs. if gabriel looked har dneough, he could brobably guess a shoe size and style.
Was that something he really wanted to know?
He knelt down, pulling his subratant's robes back in place, hands careful ont he darkest of bruising. he had no mircles here neither, and an admittingly limited idea on how human skeletons where help together. but he was reasonably sure nothing was outright borken, even if the pained whine bad him want to withdrawn and leave.
he.. he wasn't actually a soilder. he was a messanger. he.. he had never actually been on the front lines. he had others to do the heavy hitting for him. best to ask the expert them, he spposed. "Anyhting broken, as far as you can tell?"
"gabrl?" Azirpahle looked exachused, straining his neck to lokk at gabreil, he couldn't quite look him back int he eye.
"Is it safe to sit you up, or should i leave you like this?"
"Up, please. legs always been a mess, won't be gettign any better regardless."
he wasn't sure he'd ever been so close to azirpahle before, much less two armfuls, an awkward hug as he pulled azirpahle upright, ignoreing the sharp noise of pain fromt he other angel. for a moment, he sat frozen, azirphale gasping into his shirt, gabreil looking aorund the blank white space in an desperate attmept to give him a brief moemnt of privatcy as he struggled to compose himself.
"It's oign to keep escalating," gabreil murmered into the void, "just give micheal the corperation. i'll get you a new one, get you back on earth and... and just end this."
azirpahle gave a wet horse chuckle, shaking his head no, "i can't.... i can't gbariel."
"i'll get you a new corperation by tomorrow. i'lll have micheal sign over that Heaven's to leave you alone from here on out - no loopholes or tricks. Azirpahle, please, this hasn't even begun to get bad yet-"
"Oh, i know. i am well aware of the extend both heven and humans are cpaable of."
"Then why? this is lunacy! Micheal intends to break yopu - why give her the satisfacion? jusst-"
"I can't. I can't Gabreil." there's that horrible laugh again, and azirpahle straighenins, but doesn't look at him, "I can't, and i cna't even defend why."
whith a annoyed sigh, gabril pulled awya, standng up to leave.
"I"m gona die in here gabreil. and it's going to be ugly. best prepar yourself for that now."
