for the world slows and the stars falter

[jovahs_heiress]

Isabella sings harmonics - including with Micaiah, once he's learned the mass to performance quality; there's a forty-five minute section in the middle that's perfect for extracting and presenting to the wee hours of the morning at the Eyrie.

She flies on intercessions, and generally brings him along, for rain, to halt a blizzard, to calm a storm, and once she finds a plague flag and puts Micaiah down far away from the settlement while she quizzes the healthier community members about their symptoms. Angels rarely catch the plague; she feels safe enough picking Micaiah up again so he can listen to her sing through the verse designated for each complaint (this for fever, that for cough, the other for the rash) and watch the pills fall to earth. The flag comes down and they continue home.

She keeps half an eye on Nathaniel, and quietly informs Baruch of the situation as well so he'll be mindful of the boy's potential sensitivities.

She falls into an assistant role with Delilah - nothing so formal as the situation she had with Linus, because Isabella would be living at the Eyrie either way, but Delilah sends her to greet visitors and has her take notes at meetings and occasionally even asks her opinion on questions about this or that.

And one morning, Isabella opens her door to leave her quarters and sing a pre-dawn duet with Serah - and the hallway is not there.

"Micaiah," she murmurs.

Comments

[eversomuchfun]

"I am already pretty durable, except when it comes to fire, sunlight, and a few other things. Perks of vampirism."

[dark_light]

"I won't mutter any ignition spells, then," says Amariah pleasantly.

[eversomuchfun]

"You're too kind," he says, laughing.

[dark_light]

"The sunlight thing is sad. I suppose you can't even feel moonlight and starlight to compensate," she says.

[jovahs_heiress]

"...Can you?" Angela asks. "I didn't think mort- I thought only angels could. Flying at night is -"

[dark_light]

"Oh it's the best thing," enthuses Amariah. "Like silk ribbons or snow or - you get it too? I thought it was only witches, Petaal can get it if she shifts right but -"

[jovahs_heiress]

"Yes I feel it, it's exactly indescribable but that's what I'd say if I had to explain it too, silk ribbons or snow - there's nothing as soothing as going aloft in the dark and just having it pour over my wings -"

And then both Isabellas are hugging each other, chattering about celestial light and night-flying.

[eversomuchfun]

Awwwww.

[jovahs_heiress]

"How fast does your branch go, anyway?"

[dark_light]

"If I really open it up? Maybe a hundred and ten miles an hour overland in good weather," says Amariah. "Why, you wanna race?"

[jovahs_heiress]

"I would," laughs Angela, "but you're more than twice as fast as me! It wouldn't be interesting. Oh well."

[truthwright]

The closed bedroom door opens, and out comes Kas with Petaal perched on his shoulder as an ermine.

"Hi, guys!"

[dark_light]

"Hi!" says Amariah. "You all worn out? This is yet a third Sherlock we found downstairs. His soul is not only interior but also parasitized by a demonic creature."

[jovahs_heiress]

Angela peers around Kas to see what's going on with Micaiah.

[pythbox]

A nap is going on.

[truthwright]

"Huh," says Kas.

"He's cute," says Petaal.

[dark_light]

"That's what I said," says Amariah. "But golly, Path would just be bored..."

[truthwright]

"I could keep him company," Petaal offers slyly.

[dark_light]

"What a clever idea," says Amariah. "Oh, unrelated, I'm also going to pop into Sherlock's world, he's got a Bella - we're calling her Juliet until she picks something - and she needs a nice array of protective spells - but that can wait."

[truthwright]

Kas beams.

To Sherlock: "Wanna go have sex with us?"

[eversomuchfun]

"I would be delighted."

[dark_light]

And into the bedroom that does not contain a Micaiah they go.

[jovahs_heiress]

Isabella takes the notebook she was using earlier, and flops next to her napping Micaiah and puts her wing over him, and processes with very quiet penstrokes.

[pythbox]

Micaiah snuggles her sleepily, but doesn't wake up.

[dark_light]

Path still doesn't go on long trips away from his Isabella, but he can fly again and he's willing to stop touching her occasionally. He flutters out of the way so that Isabella can sidle up to Sherlock without interference, and he hoots at Petaal.