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entrancelogs2014-07-22 01:57 am
quis_ut_deus) wrote in entrancelogs2014-07-22 01:57 am
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Who: Michael and Aziraphale
Where: Outdoors! Mostly in the air.
When: Approximately right the heck now.
Rating: PG-13? They're probably not going to start hacking each other's limbs off, but you never know. Will update the rating as needed.
Summary: Angels go flying, angels bump into one another in a much more literal sense than either would like.
The Story:
Wonderland doesn't offer quite the same wide, open skies that Michael is used to, but there's still room enough to indulge in the occasional midair stroll before he either gets bored of flying in circles or recalls his temporary prison's penchant for robbing him of his powers without prior warning. Falling to his death would be a particularly embarrassing way to die for an archangel.
He'd never seemed to find the time to fly for the simple pleasure of it, in Heaven. There had been too much to attend to with only two archangels in power in place of the four that should have been ruling. Now that he finds himself unnaturally restricted, he almost regrets not making the time for it, though of course he can't genuinely regret putting his duties first.
He makes a lazy arc around the mansion, unseen, and careful not to stray so high that he blacks out.
Where: Outdoors! Mostly in the air.
When: Approximately right the heck now.
Rating: PG-13? They're probably not going to start hacking each other's limbs off, but you never know. Will update the rating as needed.
Summary: Angels go flying, angels bump into one another in a much more literal sense than either would like.
The Story:
Wonderland doesn't offer quite the same wide, open skies that Michael is used to, but there's still room enough to indulge in the occasional midair stroll before he either gets bored of flying in circles or recalls his temporary prison's penchant for robbing him of his powers without prior warning. Falling to his death would be a particularly embarrassing way to die for an archangel.
He'd never seemed to find the time to fly for the simple pleasure of it, in Heaven. There had been too much to attend to with only two archangels in power in place of the four that should have been ruling. Now that he finds himself unnaturally restricted, he almost regrets not making the time for it, though of course he can't genuinely regret putting his duties first.
He makes a lazy arc around the mansion, unseen, and careful not to stray so high that he blacks out.