Anaee
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Theme: The Arena
Marianna brows furrowed slightly in confusion at the angel’s sudden change in demeanor. Had she said something wrong?
She crossed her arms across her chest loosely and rubbed a thumb against her skin with one of her hands to ease the slight anxiety.
She watched as he made his way towards something behind her on the dresser, the candle it seemed. Idling watching him, she watched as he inspected the candle closer, only did she jolt slightly as she watched as the hot wax drip on his skin. “Ah- Hera the wax-”
"This is a sacred candle. Rachmiel told you about them, didn't he?"
She blinked a few times to gather her thoughts, retracting her hand in the process as it was ready to pull the candle away.
“Uh, yeah.. It is..” She replied, a bit caught off guard by his ignorance of the now cooled wax clinging to his skin. Before she could question him about it, Anahera sudden turned his attention back to her
"Where is Rachmiel, by the way? And Sytry. Where are they staying?"
"Marianna,"
She turned her head towards the sound of a familiar voice, “Rachmiel?”
Before she could react to the sentital’s sudden disarrayed appearance suddenly entering the bedroom, the two angels had already registered eachother. She didn’t realize how tired Rachmiel was until she noticed the wave of relief on his face that managed to peek through as he praised Hera’s recovery.
Before she make any moment or comment of his entering, Anahera had swept Rachmiel off his feet and had him on the bed in moment.
“H-Hera.”
"If you get up from this bed before you've gotten your proper rest and recovered," gritted Anahera, finger in Rachmiel's face, "I'll make sure you aren't able to get up again. Am I understood?"
Seeing the two interact after so long was a bit relieving to see, however, the sudden tension that Anahera was radiating was enough to cause her hair to stand on end as Anahera had left in a hurry to find Sytry.
“I'll be back Rachmiel!” She stammered as she hurried along to find the guardian. She was worried what he would do to Sytry. Not only for the demon’s sake in helping them find Shayton, but for Anahera if he pushed himself too far after just recovering not too long ago.
~~~
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
Sytry was minding his business bouncing a tennis ball he had found against the apartment wall as he paused to listen to sound of keys jiggling in the lock of his apartment. He couldn’t help but allow a slight grin escape from the corner of his mouth as it sounded like that big head Sentital was struggling to open the human door.
“Too bad you can’t use brute force here big guy huh.. psh.”
He continued to lay back to the wood floor as he bounced the ball into the wall in front of him, when the door suddenly opened. Before Sytry could greet his “caregiver” with a sly remark about the door, his eyes met with that of Golden Wings.
“Well if it isn’t Goldy Locks back in the flesh? Did your prince charming finally awaken you from your slumber?”
The demon propped himself up and sat on the ground cross legged, his crooked smile quickly fading as he suddenly snatched up by his throat and held up into the air. Sytry hissed in angry as he clawed the angel’s hand, his eyes glowing red.
“What the hell are you doing Blondie? I haven’t– Gah– done anything!”
"My turn,"
“AHAHHHHHHHHH”
Sytry gasped in pain, his throat preventing him from screaming as the angel clutched tightly on his neck. Salvia drowled down the corner of his mouth as the red glow began to dim.
“HERA! STOP!”
Before the demon felt as if his insides were going to melt from the inside out, he was on the floor. Sytry placed his hands on his own throat and began gasping in pain, his long hair in disarray, framing his face as he tried to regain his composer despite the burning sensation on his neck.
"If I didn't need you in order to find Shayton, I would have killed you without hesitation. You aren't above consequences for your actions just because you're necessary. If you forget this lesson, I will be more than happy to remind you, but I think the burns," he smiled, eyes half-lidded, "will prevent me from needing to reteach this lesson."
“You F– Gah..” He hissed at the rasp in his throat, coughing up black blood as he lowered his gaze away from Anahera.
He was insane… What kind of angel was he?
Marianna hurriedly clasped on Anahera’s arm and pulled him out the door, glancing back sympathetically at the demon curled up on the floor.
Marianna brows furrowed slightly in confusion at the angel’s sudden change in demeanor. Had she said something wrong?
She crossed her arms across her chest loosely and rubbed a thumb against her skin with one of her hands to ease the slight anxiety.
She watched as he made his way towards something behind her on the dresser, the candle it seemed. Idling watching him, she watched as he inspected the candle closer, only did she jolt slightly as she watched as the hot wax drip on his skin. “Ah- Hera the wax-”
"This is a sacred candle. Rachmiel told you about them, didn't he?"
She blinked a few times to gather her thoughts, retracting her hand in the process as it was ready to pull the candle away.
“Uh, yeah.. It is..” She replied, a bit caught off guard by his ignorance of the now cooled wax clinging to his skin. Before she could question him about it, Anahera sudden turned his attention back to her
"Where is Rachmiel, by the way? And Sytry. Where are they staying?"
"Marianna,"
She turned her head towards the sound of a familiar voice, “Rachmiel?”
Before she could react to the sentital’s sudden disarrayed appearance suddenly entering the bedroom, the two angels had already registered eachother. She didn’t realize how tired Rachmiel was until she noticed the wave of relief on his face that managed to peek through as he praised Hera’s recovery.
Before she make any moment or comment of his entering, Anahera had swept Rachmiel off his feet and had him on the bed in moment.
“H-Hera.”
"If you get up from this bed before you've gotten your proper rest and recovered," gritted Anahera, finger in Rachmiel's face, "I'll make sure you aren't able to get up again. Am I understood?"
Seeing the two interact after so long was a bit relieving to see, however, the sudden tension that Anahera was radiating was enough to cause her hair to stand on end as Anahera had left in a hurry to find Sytry.
“I'll be back Rachmiel!” She stammered as she hurried along to find the guardian. She was worried what he would do to Sytry. Not only for the demon’s sake in helping them find Shayton, but for Anahera if he pushed himself too far after just recovering not too long ago.
~~~
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
Sytry was minding his business bouncing a tennis ball he had found against the apartment wall as he paused to listen to sound of keys jiggling in the lock of his apartment. He couldn’t help but allow a slight grin escape from the corner of his mouth as it sounded like that big head Sentital was struggling to open the human door.
“Too bad you can’t use brute force here big guy huh.. psh.”
He continued to lay back to the wood floor as he bounced the ball into the wall in front of him, when the door suddenly opened. Before Sytry could greet his “caregiver” with a sly remark about the door, his eyes met with that of Golden Wings.
“Well if it isn’t Goldy Locks back in the flesh? Did your prince charming finally awaken you from your slumber?”
The demon propped himself up and sat on the ground cross legged, his crooked smile quickly fading as he suddenly snatched up by his throat and held up into the air. Sytry hissed in angry as he clawed the angel’s hand, his eyes glowing red.
“What the hell are you doing Blondie? I haven’t– Gah– done anything!”
"My turn,"
“AHAHHHHHHHHH”
Sytry gasped in pain, his throat preventing him from screaming as the angel clutched tightly on his neck. Salvia drowled down the corner of his mouth as the red glow began to dim.
“HERA! STOP!”
Before the demon felt as if his insides were going to melt from the inside out, he was on the floor. Sytry placed his hands on his own throat and began gasping in pain, his long hair in disarray, framing his face as he tried to regain his composer despite the burning sensation on his neck.
"If I didn't need you in order to find Shayton, I would have killed you without hesitation. You aren't above consequences for your actions just because you're necessary. If you forget this lesson, I will be more than happy to remind you, but I think the burns," he smiled, eyes half-lidded, "will prevent me from needing to reteach this lesson."
“You F– Gah..” He hissed at the rasp in his throat, coughing up black blood as he lowered his gaze away from Anahera.
He was insane… What kind of angel was he?
Marianna hurriedly clasped on Anahera’s arm and pulled him out the door, glancing back sympathetically at the demon curled up on the floor.
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