[She was shaken on that day, too; it had been to Raphael that much of the anger (frustration? disappointment?) was directed, and to Michael the confidence and stern expectations. Here, too, she is shaken to the core by this experience (as every angel is, every time, as they Four always were- even Lucifer, in his familiarity, so affected by it for all time) and wants for it to never end.
But this one is for Michael - for them both, but mostly him - and Raphael is a smaller player in the scene that unfolds around them before it blows away on the high winds again like desolation and the setting sun. This time, as every single time, she wants her knees to buckle and to fall to the hard marble to process it. But she doesn't.
Neither does she look at Michael. As soon as the vision dissipates she realizes she's still holding onto him, and pulls away.]
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But this one is for Michael - for them both, but mostly him - and Raphael is a smaller player in the scene that unfolds around them before it blows away on the high winds again like desolation and the setting sun. This time, as every single time, she wants her knees to buckle and to fall to the hard marble to process it. But she doesn't.
Neither does she look at Michael. As soon as the vision dissipates she realizes she's still holding onto him, and pulls away.]