Log; Ongoing

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When; March 18th
Rating; G for total fluff
Characters; Lailah turnitallwhite and Metatron seraphic_child
Summary; Metatron has trouble getting to sleep, so Lailah goes to him and sings a lullaby.
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Lailah walked through the firehouse quietly, thankful that she met no one on her way to Metatron's room. She was still hated by many who stayed in the firehouse so most of the time she isolated herself. The only one who could call her out was Metatron. She walked quickly to his room and opened the door quietly, in case the tiny seraphim had managed to fall asleep on his own, though she highly doubted that. In heaven, he'd always demanded she stay with him if he couldn't fall asleep, Lailah just couldn't imagine that changing about Metatron.

"Metatron?"

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He'd been lying in his bed, eyes wide, and hoped Sefie would arrive soon. While waiting, he looked at the ceiling, his eyes attracted by the few uneven spots it sported. Many little thoughts kept entering and leaving his mind. That paint was kinda funny and Jibril was scary yesterday and Sefie should really come in now. He'd missed this a lot; the memory of falling asleep in Sefie's arms, so warm despite him being so cold and angry most of the time, was still as fresh as any day in his long (or well, rather short by angelic standards), lonesome life.

Then he sat up and began to play with the covers. By the time the door opened, he had managed to get complete tangeld up within them.

"Uhh, hi Sefie!" He smiled widely and hoped Sefie could see it through the masses of fabric.

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Lailah looked at the lump of blankets that was her young charge and shook her head slightly, repressing the urge to smile at the familiar antics. She walked over and sat lightly on the edge of the bed and gently untangled the tiny angel's body from the twisted blankets.

"You know you need to sleep, Metatron." Lailah admonished gently as she reorganized the blonde locks of hair that had been messed up by the blankets.

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"But I don't want tooooooo." Metatron's voice took on a whiny tone. He was supposed to go to sleep, but much rather he's stay up with Sefie for a while - meaning as long as possible. So he gave Sefie his best pleading, big-eyed look and hoped for the best.

Deciding he wanted to be cuddle, he latched himself onto Sefie's middle. Only then he noticed that shortly above that, Sefie suddenly had some very... round features.

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Lailah recognized Metatron's tone of voice and sighed quietly, it was the tone that stated he wanted his way. "I'll let you stay up for a little while, but not too long." She said sternly, though painfully aware of how different her voice sounded without the voice changer. Her woman's voice was not so strong sounding.

She was caught off guard as Metatron attached himself to her waist. She was unable to stop a smile this time as she hoisted the seraphim into her lap so it was more comfortable for the both of them.

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Metatron chose to ignore what he had just noticed for the first time - it would mean that Sefie was a woman! That was weird. He didn't understand that, and so he chose to not think about it.
Instead, he just hugged Sefie tightly and smiled. That was really all that mattered; Sefie had been so nice ever since he'd arrived in the City. It almost scared Metatron a bit, like a nice dream that would end any moment. The thought of that made him hold on tighter still.
Then, it got boring.
"Sefiiieee, what should we do now? I wanna do something with you."

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Lailah smiled, the action still a bit unfamiliar on a face so used to scowling and angry expressions. That she no longer wore gloves was also new to her as she continued to stroke his hair. She didn't know what prompted the child to hold even tighter, but the moment of quiet ended as he lifted a cherubic face up to look at her.

"You really should go to sleep, Metatron." She paused, trying to think of a way to lure the child to sleep. "Would you like for me to sing you a lullaby?"

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Metatron enjoyed the warmth and the gentle hands on his head, in his hair very thoroughly; and for that moment, he thought that everything was right with the world. This was certainly how he would like things to stay.

When Sefie suggested to sing a lullaby, Metatron nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, sing something for me! I'm sure I can sleep then!" Then a thought occurred to him. "But didn't you say you forgot how to sing?"

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Lailah remembered that moment, so long ago, it seemed lifetimes. Back when she was still using the name Sevotharte, before everything had fallen apart in her hands. "I've started remembering them again... Someone very kind helped me remember them again before I came here."

Her mind drifted to Nidheg, the man she had forsaken and as good as killed, the man who had loved her despite that. She had only been in his arms for a moment, but she still remembered their warmth. "A good man, he made me remember many things."

Not saying anymore she tried remembering the words, and they came to her. She sang softly, in the old angel's tongue, a lullaby every angel child was taught, one about hope, that had been her favorite before she lost her faith.

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Metatron listened to Sefie's words with wide eyes, in awe. He watched his (her?) face when he (she?) told him of that man he'd once known and saw a foreign gentleness and regret there. When Sefie had finished, Metatron wanted to ask more about that man, but then Sefie began to sing, and Metatron automatically kept silent, knew to do so, wanted nothing but to do so and listen to the song. Its gentle notes swayed through the room and through his very being. He closed his eyes.