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]

"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.

[pythbox]

Micaiah is still snuggled up in that bedroom. He's not really sleeping, but he's not really awake, either. Dozy. Dozy is a good word for him right now.

[jovahs_heiress]

Isabella places and sits in her new chair and writes notes on her encounter with Amariah in the guestbook.

She's just finishing up when -

[self_composed]

- the door opens.

"Oh, you're new! Alice, lookit - oh, and she's got an alt of you too -"

[edgeofyourseat]

"Hi!" beams Alice.

[pythbox]

Micaiah blinks up at the newcomers. Especially the one who is him.

Sleepily: "Can I fuck this one too?"

[jovahs_heiress]

"I suppose so," says Angela dubiously. "Um, hello. If you're not new, I guess that narrows you down to 'Stella'? I'm going by Angela."

[self_composed]

"I'm Stella," agrees Stella. "Lemme read your entries? I'll be quick."

She is quick. "Fun," she remarks. "And you've read me - d'you want magic powers? Or rather do you want your - we're calling them Whistles now, cute, do you want your Whistle to have magic powers?"

[edgeofyourseat]

"Which one of us did you fuck already?" he asks Miciaiah.

[pythbox]

"Kas and Petaal," he says with a reminiscent smile.

[jovahs_heiress]

"Yes, and then them and Amariah and Path all went into the other bedroom while Micaiah napped and indulged themselves with what I'm told is yet a third Sherlock who belongs to a Bell who has not yet been here herself," says Angela. "I didn't feel the need to commit that to paper, but as long as someone present is curious."

[self_composed]

"Ah-huh," says Stella. "You're having some trouble with this, aren't you."

[jovahs_heiress]

"I'm managing," Angela asserts.

[self_composed]

"It says you met Amariah. I haven't run into her yet," comments Stella. "Was she helpful?"

[jovahs_heiress]

"Yes, very. I believe she's going to try to come back with Sherlock's 'Juliet', but I don't know how long to expect that to take."

[pythbox]

Micaiah decides that now is a good time to give his angel a hug.

[jovahs_heiress]

Angela is quite happy to give her mortal a hug right back.

[self_composed]

"Awww," sighs Stella. "...So, do you want some nigh-omnipotence? 'Cause I can give that out."

[jovahs_heiress]

Angela has already thought of this, reading through Shell Bell's notes.

"If Jovah wanted me to have those powers, I would have them already," she says steadily, through the dearest of temptation.

[pythbox]

"...Why's that?" says Micaiah.