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.

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[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.

[truthwright]

Petaal shifts angel and holds out her arms.

[eversomuchfun]

Meanwhile, Sherlock is giving Kas a speculative look.

"How do you feel about teeth?" he inquires.

[truthwright]

"Pretty fucking good!"

[dark_light]

Path flies contentedly towards Petaal's outstretched hands.

"Ooh," says Amariah, tilting her head. "Interesting. You might have to bite a little harder than you'd expect if you're aiming for blood, since he's got a bayleaf." She sits over by Petaal and Path, and reaches speculatively for an angel wing.

[eversomuchfun]

"I am not opposed to putting in the effort," he says.

[truthwright]

Petaal extends her wings and curves one around Amariah as she cuddles Path.

Kas steps up to Sherlock and leans down to kiss him.

[dark_light]

Amariah supervises. "This really is very snuggly," she remarks in an undertone to Petaal.

[truthwright]

"I know," sighs Petaal. "I love you."

[eversomuchfun]

Halfway through the kiss, Sherlock shows fang.

[truthwright]

"Aren't you fun," says Kas.

[dark_light]

Amariah snuggles up to her enclosing wing but makes sure she retains a view. Kas is presumably about to make some really interesting faces.

[eversomuchfun]

"I like to think so," he says, and bites the side of Kas's neck.

[truthwright]

Amariah was so right about those faces.

[dark_light]

Hot.

Amariah is still wearing clothes. Why is she still wearing clothes? She stops.

[truthwright]

All the better for Petaal to give her wing-snuggles!

[eversomuchfun]

Amariah was also right about it taking more effort than he's used to.

But the reward is more than worth it.

[truthwright]

And the faces Kas makes when Sherlock finally gets his teeth in are even more interesting.

[dark_light]

Nnnnnf.

(Amariah makes sure she remembers the words to a first-aid spell particularly aimed at blood loss. She doesn't expect him to go dangerously overboard, but Kas and Petaal having energy could be important later.)

[truthwright]

"That's enough, honey," Kas murmurs.

[eversomuchfun]

He defangs and licks at the shallow bite mark on Kas's neck, humming contentedly.

[dark_light]

"First aid magic, yes or no?"