Post by Azrael on Jun 25, 2009 9:57:28 GMT -5
Azrael slowly stepped out of the Preventers HQ, wearing his red and gold costume, minus the mask which was pulled back and hung loosely on the back of his uniforms collar, finished with a generic brown trench coat that went past his kness. Tied at the belt, it covered most of his outfit. He walked down the steps, and started to head down the street. He needed to get the blazes out of here.
He sighed a bit, and ran a golden gauntleted hand through his blonde hair. Did he do the right thing? Granted, he had a reserved membership in the Preventers. Preventer Seraphim as he was called now. Seemed like the only thing to do. Still, now what? He was now both a lord in Ireland, a duty he mostly ignored, but he still wondered how the Irish Parliament would say about that. Ireland and London had a long, bloody history, even though Great Britian had mostly left them alone lately.
He sighed a bit. If I'm lucky, he thought, we can make sure this stupid mess if over with before any of those issues come up.
He hated politics. He hated people in general. Such a miserable existence. And what of Charity...? Where was she in all this? He stopped for a moment, in the middle of the sidewalk as he felt something strange. He put a hand to his chest. He felt a strange....ache in his chest. Made breathing a bit difficult.
Cripes, am I having a heart attack, he wondered. Blasted steriods in my bloodline might have done it! Crap!
He cleared his throat a bit, then pulled out an ear peice, pushed it gently in his ear as he continued walking, and said "Call Doctor." After some ringing, he heard an old voice respond in his ear, "'Ello? Diss is Dr. Molan."
"Dr. Molan," Azrael said as he turned a right on the sidewalk, heading back to his apartment. "It's me."
"Sean? Oh, hey, lad. Sorry, was asleep. Tell me, what's wrong, son? Bust up some ribs again or somet'in on one o' those Batman missions of yours?"
Azrael gave a slight laugh, showing one of those all-too-rare smiles. It made his normally harsh face something....handsome. Pleasant even. "No, doctor, it's not that at all. I think something's happening to me."
"Oh? Like what?"
"Well, just a few minutes ago, I felt something really weird. Like an ache in my chest. Like, right in the heart muscle."
"An ache in your heart muscle?"
Azrael drew a breath for a moment and nodded. "Yeah. Felt weird. Had a little trouble breathing. I had to take a deep breath, felt my adrenaline rush a bit. Even my throat tightening."
"What were you thinking about?"
"Huh?" The quesiton caught Azrael off guard. "What was I thinking about? My mission, and current politics mostly."
"Nut'in' else, boy? If yer not 'onest wit' me, I cannot give ya a proper analysis."
Azrael felt the sensation happen again as he suddenly thought of Charity, alone and lost in that castle. Or not being there. "I was...thinking about Charity." He stopped for a moment, and took a deep breath. "Cripes, my throat is tightening a little. Chest is hurting real deeply. Doc, am I having a heart attack or something? Do you think the steriods have gotten to me at last?"
There was silence at the other end of the phone. Then... "You miss her, Sean."
"What?!" Azrael stood straight up, and stared at nothing, his mouth and eyes open. "I did what?"
"Relax, son," he said gently, as if speaking to a child. "You miss her. That's what's happenin'. Looks to me yer pretty lil' maid finally seemed to get underneath that shell you got around yer heart. Its normal, don't worry."
Azrael stared off into space and whispered softly, "....What do I do?"
"Call her. Ask her how she's doin'."
"Doc, I can't do that. I can't." He felt that sudden pang in his chest some more.
"You can, son. And if you don't, those feelings will eat you alive. You're fallin' for her, son. It's high time you did. I wouldnta waited a TENTH as long as ye have, lad! She's devoted, honest--"
"Doctor, she's a lesbian."
"...Is she? Because the way she looks at ye, the way she's always looked at ye whenever I had to come over and fix you up, certainly doesn't seem that way."
"She's got a girlfriend and a lifestyle I cannot accept, Doctor," Azrael said firmly. "You know I cannot do that. She CHOSE her life. Some may have influenced her, but nobody MADE her do anything."
"Aye. And no one's makin' her fall for you. But it certainly seems she's makin' another choice."
"And what's that?"
"To love you."
Azrael felt a little woozy for a moment as he stood there. More than a few people were staring at him. Blushing profusely, he started walking again, his hands in his pockets. "Doc, this is NOT the time to play MATCHMAKER with me, okay? We're on the verge of a possible war, and--"
"And no one should die on the battlefield never havin' experienced love at least once in their life, especially you. You can do all you want, Sean. Dress up in your armor, pass God's judgement, recite bible verses...and you have done a great many things no normal man could ever do. But at your core, beneath your armor, genetics, and behavior, you'll always be human, Sean. God grants gifts to His servants. What if Charity is a gift from God? Is it so wrong that you find peace at home? An avenging angel and perhaps some sort of angel of...serenity?"
Azrael turned a left as he headed down another part of town and said quietly, "I'm not going to fall for anyone. I have to go, doctor. God be with you." He reached up and clicked a button on the earpeice to turn it off, then kept walked a bit quicker. He wasn't even paying attention to where he was going, he just kept walking.
Cripes, I have to, he thought. I have to make sure she's okay.
He pressed the button again and said, "Call home."
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Charity finished dusting the books, over at the castle. She was dressed in a common maid's outfit, sighing a bit. She wished Sean was around. He never did anything but sit in his cave and train constantly, but it was something. She hopped off the footstool, since she was a little bit on the short side, and sighed. It was the third time today she had done the same chores. There was utterly nothing to do but either sit, wait and worry, go back to her abusive girlfriend, or do chores all day.
Sean had been gone for so long and it was already getting late at night. She was so worried about him, it drove her nuts. It wasn't like his usual jobs where he went out and busted some thugs or terrorist wannabe's heads in. This was more like some spec ops mission. One he could be killed in. He didn't even have his mobile suit with him! She put the palms of her hands to her forehead in frustrated and let out another sigh.
R-R-Ring! R-R-Ring!
Charity pounced on it, and put the phone to her ear. "Hello?"
"...Charity?" The voice had some shallow breathing, but she recognized that masculine rasp.
"Sean!" She almost jumped out of her heels, a bright smile covering her face. "How are you? Did the mission go well? Did they find you? What did they say? Did you eat that soup I put in your breifcase?"
"SOUP?" The voice sounded clearly confused. "What kind of soup?"
"Chicken noodle," she replied.
"Oh...uh...no. Not yet. I'll look for that later. I, uh...um... Ah."
Charity tilted her head in confusion. Sean did not stammer. And he was stammering.
"Well, uh....is the castle clean?"
"Yeah, always," she said, then narrowed her eyes. "Sean, are you all right?"
"Um, yeah. I'm fine. Just....uh....are you sick or anything?"
"Am I sick?" Charity sounded more confused than ever. "No, no. I'm not sick at all."
"Ah...heh...okay. Um... did you...are you...Rrrgghh..."
Charity wasn't sure what to make of this. "Sean, what's wrong?"
"I, uh... I might be here for a few days. Um... Do you keep your cell phone on you?"
Charity nodded her head absently. "Yes..."
"I, uh...I might need to call you. Just....check up on things."
Charity furrowed her brow a bit. What was up with him? He sounded like....
...Like a shy boy talking to a girl he liked.
A small smile touched her face. "Sean, where you worried about me?"
A deep breath was heard, and then, "Maybe. Little bit."
The small smile became a big one slowly. Sean never cared about anyone. He was also so cold, so hard. So very distant. And here he was, calling on the phone, stammering and stuttering, worried about her. "That's so sweet..." she said softly.
"Well, if you need to stay at the castle, feel free. There's more than enough rooms in there."
Charity felt like she was walking on air. She felt so light, and had this little warm glow in her heart. "You are so sweet, Sean. You really are."
"Uh...I gotta go, okay? I'll...I'll talk to you later. Bye!"
Charity hung the phone up a bit, with a little smile on her face. Then she prompty sat down on the couch, and crossed her legs, leaning her head back so she could smile at the ceiling. She was almost certain he made the infamous "avenging ange", the "holy assassin", the self proclaimed "Wrath of God" blush redder than his tights.
"That was the highlight of my career here," she said with a giggle. What she wouldn't have given to see that.
He sighed a bit, and ran a golden gauntleted hand through his blonde hair. Did he do the right thing? Granted, he had a reserved membership in the Preventers. Preventer Seraphim as he was called now. Seemed like the only thing to do. Still, now what? He was now both a lord in Ireland, a duty he mostly ignored, but he still wondered how the Irish Parliament would say about that. Ireland and London had a long, bloody history, even though Great Britian had mostly left them alone lately.
He sighed a bit. If I'm lucky, he thought, we can make sure this stupid mess if over with before any of those issues come up.
He hated politics. He hated people in general. Such a miserable existence. And what of Charity...? Where was she in all this? He stopped for a moment, in the middle of the sidewalk as he felt something strange. He put a hand to his chest. He felt a strange....ache in his chest. Made breathing a bit difficult.
Cripes, am I having a heart attack, he wondered. Blasted steriods in my bloodline might have done it! Crap!
He cleared his throat a bit, then pulled out an ear peice, pushed it gently in his ear as he continued walking, and said "Call Doctor." After some ringing, he heard an old voice respond in his ear, "'Ello? Diss is Dr. Molan."
"Dr. Molan," Azrael said as he turned a right on the sidewalk, heading back to his apartment. "It's me."
"Sean? Oh, hey, lad. Sorry, was asleep. Tell me, what's wrong, son? Bust up some ribs again or somet'in on one o' those Batman missions of yours?"
Azrael gave a slight laugh, showing one of those all-too-rare smiles. It made his normally harsh face something....handsome. Pleasant even. "No, doctor, it's not that at all. I think something's happening to me."
"Oh? Like what?"
"Well, just a few minutes ago, I felt something really weird. Like an ache in my chest. Like, right in the heart muscle."
"An ache in your heart muscle?"
Azrael drew a breath for a moment and nodded. "Yeah. Felt weird. Had a little trouble breathing. I had to take a deep breath, felt my adrenaline rush a bit. Even my throat tightening."
"What were you thinking about?"
"Huh?" The quesiton caught Azrael off guard. "What was I thinking about? My mission, and current politics mostly."
"Nut'in' else, boy? If yer not 'onest wit' me, I cannot give ya a proper analysis."
Azrael felt the sensation happen again as he suddenly thought of Charity, alone and lost in that castle. Or not being there. "I was...thinking about Charity." He stopped for a moment, and took a deep breath. "Cripes, my throat is tightening a little. Chest is hurting real deeply. Doc, am I having a heart attack or something? Do you think the steriods have gotten to me at last?"
There was silence at the other end of the phone. Then... "You miss her, Sean."
"What?!" Azrael stood straight up, and stared at nothing, his mouth and eyes open. "I did what?"
"Relax, son," he said gently, as if speaking to a child. "You miss her. That's what's happenin'. Looks to me yer pretty lil' maid finally seemed to get underneath that shell you got around yer heart. Its normal, don't worry."
Azrael stared off into space and whispered softly, "....What do I do?"
"Call her. Ask her how she's doin'."
"Doc, I can't do that. I can't." He felt that sudden pang in his chest some more.
"You can, son. And if you don't, those feelings will eat you alive. You're fallin' for her, son. It's high time you did. I wouldnta waited a TENTH as long as ye have, lad! She's devoted, honest--"
"Doctor, she's a lesbian."
"...Is she? Because the way she looks at ye, the way she's always looked at ye whenever I had to come over and fix you up, certainly doesn't seem that way."
"She's got a girlfriend and a lifestyle I cannot accept, Doctor," Azrael said firmly. "You know I cannot do that. She CHOSE her life. Some may have influenced her, but nobody MADE her do anything."
"Aye. And no one's makin' her fall for you. But it certainly seems she's makin' another choice."
"And what's that?"
"To love you."
Azrael felt a little woozy for a moment as he stood there. More than a few people were staring at him. Blushing profusely, he started walking again, his hands in his pockets. "Doc, this is NOT the time to play MATCHMAKER with me, okay? We're on the verge of a possible war, and--"
"And no one should die on the battlefield never havin' experienced love at least once in their life, especially you. You can do all you want, Sean. Dress up in your armor, pass God's judgement, recite bible verses...and you have done a great many things no normal man could ever do. But at your core, beneath your armor, genetics, and behavior, you'll always be human, Sean. God grants gifts to His servants. What if Charity is a gift from God? Is it so wrong that you find peace at home? An avenging angel and perhaps some sort of angel of...serenity?"
Azrael turned a left as he headed down another part of town and said quietly, "I'm not going to fall for anyone. I have to go, doctor. God be with you." He reached up and clicked a button on the earpeice to turn it off, then kept walked a bit quicker. He wasn't even paying attention to where he was going, he just kept walking.
Cripes, I have to, he thought. I have to make sure she's okay.
He pressed the button again and said, "Call home."
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Charity finished dusting the books, over at the castle. She was dressed in a common maid's outfit, sighing a bit. She wished Sean was around. He never did anything but sit in his cave and train constantly, but it was something. She hopped off the footstool, since she was a little bit on the short side, and sighed. It was the third time today she had done the same chores. There was utterly nothing to do but either sit, wait and worry, go back to her abusive girlfriend, or do chores all day.
Sean had been gone for so long and it was already getting late at night. She was so worried about him, it drove her nuts. It wasn't like his usual jobs where he went out and busted some thugs or terrorist wannabe's heads in. This was more like some spec ops mission. One he could be killed in. He didn't even have his mobile suit with him! She put the palms of her hands to her forehead in frustrated and let out another sigh.
R-R-Ring! R-R-Ring!
Charity pounced on it, and put the phone to her ear. "Hello?"
"...Charity?" The voice had some shallow breathing, but she recognized that masculine rasp.
"Sean!" She almost jumped out of her heels, a bright smile covering her face. "How are you? Did the mission go well? Did they find you? What did they say? Did you eat that soup I put in your breifcase?"
"SOUP?" The voice sounded clearly confused. "What kind of soup?"
"Chicken noodle," she replied.
"Oh...uh...no. Not yet. I'll look for that later. I, uh...um... Ah."
Charity tilted her head in confusion. Sean did not stammer. And he was stammering.
"Well, uh....is the castle clean?"
"Yeah, always," she said, then narrowed her eyes. "Sean, are you all right?"
"Um, yeah. I'm fine. Just....uh....are you sick or anything?"
"Am I sick?" Charity sounded more confused than ever. "No, no. I'm not sick at all."
"Ah...heh...okay. Um... did you...are you...Rrrgghh..."
Charity wasn't sure what to make of this. "Sean, what's wrong?"
"I, uh... I might be here for a few days. Um... Do you keep your cell phone on you?"
Charity nodded her head absently. "Yes..."
"I, uh...I might need to call you. Just....check up on things."
Charity furrowed her brow a bit. What was up with him? He sounded like....
...Like a shy boy talking to a girl he liked.
A small smile touched her face. "Sean, where you worried about me?"
A deep breath was heard, and then, "Maybe. Little bit."
The small smile became a big one slowly. Sean never cared about anyone. He was also so cold, so hard. So very distant. And here he was, calling on the phone, stammering and stuttering, worried about her. "That's so sweet..." she said softly.
"Well, if you need to stay at the castle, feel free. There's more than enough rooms in there."
Charity felt like she was walking on air. She felt so light, and had this little warm glow in her heart. "You are so sweet, Sean. You really are."
"Uh...I gotta go, okay? I'll...I'll talk to you later. Bye!"
Charity hung the phone up a bit, with a little smile on her face. Then she prompty sat down on the couch, and crossed her legs, leaning her head back so she could smile at the ceiling. She was almost certain he made the infamous "avenging ange", the "holy assassin", the self proclaimed "Wrath of God" blush redder than his tights.
"That was the highlight of my career here," she said with a giggle. What she wouldn't have given to see that.