Post by MICHAELA SERVUS DEI on Sept 4, 2013 11:12:34 GMT
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[cs=2][atrb=width,500] Yesterday she had seen him again. He who made her head spin and her heart erupt in her chest as it exploded and rumbled in her ears like the beating of a giant jungle drum. And not steady, not at all, it was racing like the cars in the Formula 1 competition, as her breath ragged in her throat, how just looking at him inflicted physical pain on her because he was so handsome and she had missed him so much. Michaela's head was spinning, because she knew this couldn't happen, because she knew she couldn't have Gideon and be part of the light side. Some things were just impossible, and you couldn't have the leader of the dark side and be on the light side. It was too conflicted and confusing, too difficult. But then again, nothing about being with Gideon was ever easy, except for the fact that when she was with him, nothing felt more right than that right there. He was her missing puzzle piece, the only person who had haunted her through her entire life, the only guy who kept her awake at night, who she had missed every single day of nearly 2000 years and had spent the same days trying to forget those dark eyes and the soft tone that was only meant for her. But how could one forget the person they loved the most, the only person who made you feel like you were whole again, like you were complete? So of course Michaela had gone to him, like some invisible gravitational pull was forcing her to go to him, and of course she had talked to him. The angel had not been able to stop herself from going to the man who had had his firm grip on her heart for nearly as long as she had existed. His words had been soft caress along her face, his hands brushing over her own as they talked, stared, and there was nothing Michaela had wanted more than to just be with him, kiss him and all the stuff she had done half-heartedly for so long. Because none of the people she had slept with after him were more than a temporary filling of the gaping hole he had left behind where her heart had once been. None of them could make her whole again, it had been as if he had taken a vital part of her with him, and left her without it, feeling broken and irreparable for the rest of her eternity. Her head was spinning as she got out of the Luxor the next day, confused as she was about how fulfilled she felt now that she had been with him once again, and she hadn't left early morning, no she hadn't left until the evening was falling again, and Michaela had to get out in order to clear her head. This was too much for her to handle, it was too much for her to take care of. She had gone to the Maison de Putes to find old allies, people she knew from the early days and through them climb her way up inside the dark side regime. That way they could win, it was like looking into the mind of evil and evil was already as unpredictable as it was. But instead she had found someone who could immediately boot her to the top with an ease that was nearly indescribable and yet she was hesitating. Part of her knew that it was the easiest way to complete her mission, and that it was a very good way to prove her loyalty to the lightsiders, but on the other hand.. This was Giden we were talking about. Meeting him, seeing him, it hadn't left her unscathed, and part of her was longing for him already, wanting to run straight back into the Luxor and pretend she had never left. Taking a deep breath the woman entered her apartment and decided that maybe a shower would help her get her mind straight, get everything fixed and back in the order where they should be, because if things weren't in perfect little boxes she would get confused and indecisive, like she always was. Michaela needed the structure in order to make the right, proper decisions, and nothing about love or life was structured, so all the woman could do was wander around and try to think of what could be the right answer. She was powerful enough to clean up after her mistakes, that was never the problem, but mistakes they always were. Letting out another sigh, Michaela realized she'd have to talk to Zophiel, that Zophiel would know what to do. So the angel put on some fresh clothes after having washed away all the signs of where Gideon's body had intertwined with her own, yet her mind didn't seem to be able to forget anything about what had happened the night before. Michaela still didn't know how she had gotten to the light side and how she had gotten Zophiel to trust her, but she had, and at that moment the fallen could say there was no way to make her feel better than that. She had wanted a change of scenery, a change in life, she had wanted to be able to make a difference, and she felt like she could. The dark side had enough dangerous, ancient supernaturals, while the light side could use a little some more age and experience in their team and Michaela was the perfect person to help with that. And as she discovered her sister was currently leading 'the Task Force' as they were called, she figured that might be an easier way in. And with Zoe that truly had been the case, because Zoe had the angel bond with her, Zoe knew who she had been in heaven and that she also had a good side. She had seen it, since Michaela had been one of the most devoted angels until she had started to see the defects in human beings that most other angels and even their Father didn't see. It was a painful process, but it had changed her life forever. She still had troubles convincing the rest, because they hadn't forgotten the battlefields and slaughter she had left behind, but because of Zoe, there wasn't much they could do but tolerate the fact that she was around and nothing more than that. Brushing a hand through her hair, Michaela took the elevator up to Zophiel's apartment, knowing it was always a bet on whether you could go in or not. Her sister's main flaw and weakness was how much she loved women, and how easily she was swayed by beauty. Michaela would not call her sister easily persuaded, because she wasn't, but that was certainly something to keep tabs on. Much like Gideon was her weakness, Zophiel's were women. "Zophiel? Zoe, open up." Michaela said, descending her fist on the wooden door, as she waited for her sister to finally open the door. Or open it, tell her to wait a moment and then close it again. |
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