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When; February 17, late afternoon/evening
Rating; PG-13 for language (all of it from Michael)
Characters; Michael![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chosenof_flame and Lucifer alexielobsessed
Summary; Michael returns from his fight with Greed and then Lucifer arrives to mock him.
Log; Michael had managed to get into his wing of the cathedral from a back entrance. Thank god for small blessings,that way he could avoid everyone until his wings healed up enough to be reabsorbed by his astral waves. He'd have to set up wards to make sure no one came in, and even then there was a risk of someone breaking through, but that could wait.
He tended to the gouges at the base of his wings, wishing that Raphael was around, or even Baru. A frown crossed over his face as he thought of Baru, the one person he had thought liked him better than Lucifer. So much for that. Coming back to reality, he winces as he wiped away as much blood as he could fram the bad angle. It would be better if he had someone to help, but he didn't want to admit to losing because he'd let down his guard. Especially with Lucifer around.
Michael tossed a bloody square of cloth onto the ground, cursing in a near continuous stream as the nerves in his wings sang out their displeasure at the wounds.
Rating; PG-13 for language (all of it from Michael)
Characters; Michael
chosenof_flame and Lucifer alexielobsessedSummary; Michael returns from his fight with Greed and then Lucifer arrives to mock him.
Log; Michael had managed to get into his wing of the cathedral from a back entrance. Thank god for small blessings,that way he could avoid everyone until his wings healed up enough to be reabsorbed by his astral waves. He'd have to set up wards to make sure no one came in, and even then there was a risk of someone breaking through, but that could wait.
He tended to the gouges at the base of his wings, wishing that Raphael was around, or even Baru. A frown crossed over his face as he thought of Baru, the one person he had thought liked him better than Lucifer. So much for that. Coming back to reality, he winces as he wiped away as much blood as he could fram the bad angle. It would be better if he had someone to help, but he didn't want to admit to losing because he'd let down his guard. Especially with Lucifer around.
Michael tossed a bloody square of cloth onto the ground, cursing in a near continuous stream as the nerves in his wings sang out their displeasure at the wounds.