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

[dark_light]

"It's the only part of the name that always crop up. You and I aren't Swans, Shell Bell isn't an Isabella or even a Bella. Actually, I think this is why Alice's middle name is given as Whistle. Bells and whistles...? Do you not have that expression in Samaria? Well, anyway, I'm going to start calling Kas/Micaiah/Alice/Joker types Whistles as a group. I'm going to make a note of that in the guestbook."

[jovahs_heiress]

"I've never heard the expression," says Angela.

[pythbox]

"I have," says Micaiah, poking his head out from under Angela's wing. "I think it's cute."

[jovahs_heiress]

"Okay. You're a Whistle," she says, kissing his temple, "and I'm a Bell."

[pythbox]

He giggles.

"I love you," he says, and snuggles down under her wing again.

[jovahs_heiress]

"I'd get up, but Micaiah's not wearing anything," says Angela. "If you could close the door real quick...?"

[dark_light]

"Yeah, sure, whatever you need to do," says Amariah, shutting their door. She writes a note about "Whistles" in the guestbook.

[jovahs_heiress]

"If you could just put something on? Amariah doesn't care, but anyone might come in - well, any of me and their friends."

[pythbox]

"I don't care either," he points out. "But sure."

[jovahs_heiress]

"Others of me might. Or their friends. It's not all Whistles and Sherlocks - Stella's notes about Golden have her husband down as Edward and she refers to him as being 'uptight', for instance."

[pythbox]

"Okay." He gives her a kiss and retrieves his clothes from the floor.

[jovahs_heiress]

Once he's reasonably decent Angela exits the room and sits with Amariah and they swap life stories some more.

[eversomuchfun]

Some time later—a long time later—Sherlock emerges from the bedroom where Amariah last saw him. He looks very pleased with himself, in an understated sort of way.

[dark_light]

"Well, you look happy," says Amariah in the middle of a point-by-point comparison between Ranata Ekamma and the angel Rinnah.

[eversomuchfun]

"I am sure you can guess why," he says cheerfully.

[dark_light]

"Am I gonna have to carry them home?" she laughs.

[eversomuchfun]

"I wouldn't rule it out."

[dark_light]

"We're just about caught up here. If Angela'll spot me the credit for a hammock and the tea tree oil and whatnot so I can come home with you and help out Juliet, I'll help you carry them downstairs, dump them out in the living room through my door, and then visit your place and work some magic."

[jovahs_heiress]

"I'm happy to help with the purchases," says Angela.

[eversomuchfun]

"Do let's, then," says Sherlock.

[dark_light]

And lo, the aforementioned plan was enacted, albeit with an extra step involving not violating Milliways's rule against public nudity.

The Isabellas hug goodbye. "You hanging out here for a bit longer?"

[jovahs_heiress]

"Yeah... if it will really still be when I left after we go back, I think I'll stay a while, see who else I run into," says Angela. "This place is neat now that I'm a little more used to it."

[dark_light]

"Okay. Here's hoping we're in the Belltower at the same time again later!" says Amariah pleasantly, and she turns to Sherlock. "Door to Juliet's world?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Coming right up," he says, and opens it.

[jovahs_heiress]

Angela asks Bar for an angel chair, gets one, and hauls it up to the Belltower so she'll have somewhere to sit that isn't the floor or the beds. She wants to hang out a little more to see if anyone else comes by. Perhaps she will get in a nap before going home, too, so that she can act as though it is five in the morning when she returns to the Eyrie.