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

[truthwright]

"I had to," says Petaal, hugging Isabella some more and leaning down to give Path a kiss. "I just had to, that's all."

[dark_light]

"Thanks," says Isabella, looking up at Petaal gratefully. She seems mostly recovered from her flashback. "If you hadn't we'd be dead."

[truthwright]

Petaal kisses Isabella, too, for good measure.

[dark_light]

Mmm kisses.

"I'm okay again," Isabella announces. "They're getting fewer and farther between and briefer every time, I just haven't dug out all the landmines in my head yet."

[eversomuchfun]

"Well, I am glad you're all right," says Sherlock.

[truthwright]

Impulsively, Kas hugs him.

[dark_light]

"I'm glad I'm all right too." She kisses Path's head and hands him back to Petaal.

[truthwright]

Petaal snuggles him lovingly.

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock grins and hugs Kas back, then kisses him again. Why are they still wearing all these clothes? Amariah had the right idea about those.

[dark_light]

Mmm. Disrobing boys. In a context that makes this relevant instead of akin to cereal-eating. Amariah approves.

[truthwright]

There is a certain element of performance to it, too. Kas happens to think it's more fun that way.

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock does not disagree.

[dark_light]

Hmm. Amariah wonders if it would interfere with this performance if she helped.

[truthwright]

Not at all.

[dark_light]

Amariah can be so helpful!

(She can also scrape her fingernails across the trace that's left of that bite mark.)

[truthwright]

...That is pretty fucking helpful, yeah.

[eversomuchfun]

"He does make such delightful faces, doesn't he?"

[dark_light]

"I know. You should see him when a cluster headache grabs him. I can't trigger those, sadly, they appear at random, flaw in the curse design."

[truthwright]

...As though on cue, Kas bites his lip.

[eversomuchfun]

"Are you sure?"

[dark_light]

"Very sure, but coincidences happen." She kisses Kas.

[truthwright]

He kisses back.

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock grins.

[dark_light]

Far less coincidental goings-on ensue.

Isabella takes Path back again after the excitement dies down, but she's not in any hurry to get dressed again.

[eversomuchfun]

And Sherlock is pretty happy curled up next to Kas, taking unnecessary breaths to enjoy the fading smell of his blood.