jovahs_heiress | for the world slows and the stars falter

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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jovahs_heiress

Finally they come to the amen that makes this section self-contained enough to be sung alone, and silence falls.

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dark_light

Amariah claps. "You can absolutely sing!" she agrees. "Gorgeous, really gorgeous."

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truthwright

"Seriously," says Kas. He dumps Petaal out of his lap (she flomps onto the floor happily enough) to give Micaiah a hug.

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pythbox

Micaiah hugs back.

Then he looks to Angela.

"So... can I fuck him?" he asks hopefully.

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jovahs_heiress

Angela is momentarily too taken aback by the strong language to even consider the question.

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dark_light

"Do you need a notebook?" Amariah asks her.

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jovahs_heiress

"...A notebook and fifteen minutes to think would be great."

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dark_light

"Loan me a bracelet, I'll get a stack of them and we can keep this place stocked," says Amariah, and once she's gotten one of the credit bracelets, she goes, and comes back with a bunch of blank notebooks and pens and pencils. She hands one of each to the angel.

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jovahs_heiress

Angela scoots so that no one can readily see what she's writing, and props the book on her knees, and starts scribbling away to herself.

Edited Date: 2013-02-13 02:00 am (UTC)

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pythbox

Micaiah returns to Kas's lap to cuddle up with him.

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dark_light

Amariah goes and sits on that side of the room, although she doesn't attempt to stack herself on top of them. "I think it'll work out," she says comfortably to the two and a half people in the chair. "We're just thinky types."

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truthwright

Petaal shifts ferret and climbs into Amariah's lap.

"Sometime I should be an angel and snuggle you," she says. "Their wings are cuddly like you wouldn't believe."

Edited Date: 2013-02-13 02:05 am (UTC)

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dark_light

"Sure, sweetie," laughs Amariah, scritching ferret-Petaal. "That sounds lovely."

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jovahs_heiress

"How do the daemons figure into all this?" Angela asks, tapping the notebook with her pencil.

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dark_light

"Well, that's not something you're going to have to worry about once you and Micaiah go home and nobody has them, but," Amariah shrugs, "there's different ways to do it. Usually people don't touch each other's daemons. It's more intense, more intimate, than sex. Even married couples sometimes never get that far. In which case the daemons snuggle with each other somewhere nearby to whatever extent their shapes allow. In this case, Petaal's touchier than most, and besides Micaiah doesn't have one of her to keep her occupied if they left her out - she'll be involved directly - but really she's not a separate person, if that's what has you concerned. ...Do I need to explain that more than two entire separate people can have sex, too...?"

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jovahs_heiress

"I told you I'd heard about the cooperating angel-seekers," huffs Angela. She goes on writing.

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truthwright

Petaal giggles.

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jovahs_heiress

Angela's estimate of fifteen minutes is more or less correct. She tears out the page and crumples it. "Yeah," she sighs. "You can do what you like with Kas and Petaal, Micaiah."