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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
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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.
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.
truthwright
A still-angel-shaped Petaal flops onto the bed, behind Kas and Sherlock, and very intentionally lets her wing settle over both of them.
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Amariah notes this - she doesn't think it's a matter of course, even for a daemon as gregarious as Petaal - but it hardly surprises her.
eversomuchfun
He holds perfectly still for a moment.
Then, smiling softly, he strokes Petaal's feathers.
Then, smiling softly, he strokes Petaal's feathers.
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Isabella snuggles under the other wing. They're big; she's not in anybody's way over here.
truthwright
Petaal scoots over to give Isabella a kiss, then climbs right on top of Kas to do the same with Sherlock.
truthwright
She kisses Kas, too, for the pure delighted hell of it.
Then she leans close to Sherlock and murmurs, "So where's those teeth my sweetie liked so much?"
Then she leans close to Sherlock and murmurs, "So where's those teeth my sweetie liked so much?"
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"She's also got a bayleaf," yawns Isabella, snuggling up to the now somewhat more accessible Kas. "But I bet you noticed that."
truthwright
Kas manages to free one arm from the rest of the cuddlepile so he can wrap it around Isabella's shoulders.
Petaal cuddles down and bends her head so her neck is right by Sherlock's mouth.
Petaal cuddles down and bends her head so her neck is right by Sherlock's mouth.
dark_light
Petaal makes faces too. (And for that matter, Kas is probably mirroring her, he can feel the pain if not the details, but he's facing the wrong way.)
truthwright
Petaal lifts her head again and resettles into the cuddlepile. She wants to be touching everyone.
eversomuchfun
Sherlock kisses her freshly bitten neck.
Snuggle time? Looks like snuggle time. Warm feathery snuggle time.
Snuggle time? Looks like snuggle time. Warm feathery snuggle time.
dark_light
Mmmm, warm feathery snuggle time. Isabella approves.
Ultimately, though, she gets antsy, and she's wondering if Angela is even still there; they haven't talked about everything they might wish to talk about, after all. She slips out and ties her silks back on. "Can I throw a blanket over you guys for Angela's sensibilities before I go see if she's still there?"
Ultimately, though, she gets antsy, and she's wondering if Angela is even still there; they haven't talked about everything they might wish to talk about, after all. She slips out and ties her silks back on. "Can I throw a blanket over you guys for Angela's sensibilities before I go see if she's still there?"