HOME | DD

Description
Tears slid gently down her cheeks as she took in the sight of the man before her. His eyes were closed, broad shoulders rising and falling with his chest as he breathed. Verchiel’s heart felt so full at the mere sight of him.

“Michael...” His name came out as an exhale. As part of her being. She could feel his presence for the first time in so many years. That raw ache in her chest that was left in his absence was gone now.

Weary eyes opened and rested on the female angel before him. Confusion flickered across his face, followed by recognition, and then ultimately, love. Completion. “Verchiel...”

She started to fall backwards, only just realizing how tired she was at that moment. But Michael darted forward and caught her before she could hit the ground. Verchiel could feel her whole body shaking and her vision was starting to get blurry regardless of how hard she fought to gain control. She was just glad to have seen him again. To be given this chance to say what she wanted to before, but was too scared to. But with the way things were going, she didn’t know if she’d be able to hold on long enough.

“Oh God, Verch. What did you do to yourself?” Michael’s voice was constricted with emotion. Fear.

Verchiel had only seen him cry once, it terrified her to see him like this again. But she bit back her fear, wanting to stay strong for him. She smiled softly at her lover, her arms wrapping around his torso. The feel of his smooth skin was like a shock to her system. An overwhelming sense of familiarity and completeness washed over her.

“I didn’t forget our promise, silly. I’m too stubborn to let anything stop me from following through.” Verchiel said.

Michael buried his face in Verchiel’s hair, inhaling the scent of juniper and cold wind. He held her close to him, not wanting to let go again after all of the time they spent apart. There was so much he needed to say, but it wouldn’t come out. He couldn’t form the words...

“Michael...” Her voice was barely above a whisper and she was desperately fighting the urge to fall asleep, “Do you remember our first kiss?”

He nodded, still trying to think of a way to heal her wound. It had to have been a cursed item that pierced through her skin and did the damage. Nothing could effect an angel like that.

She sighed, defeated. “I’ve already accepted what’s going to happen, please listen to me while I can still think of what to say...”

Anger flared in Michael’s eyes, a growl ripping from his throat. “How can you just give up like that? That’s not you and you know it. Yeah, you may be able to accept it, but I’m the one that will have to live as an empty shell. I may be strong, but I can’t do that, Verchiel. I can’t go back home and realize that you won’t be waiting there for me. I can’t. I just can’t.” His face was buried in her neck, tears pouring down his face.

He didn’t want to break down, he just wanted to stop this from happening. He didn’t want to believe it. They spent so much time apart and just when they find each other again, he loses her forever. It was such an injustice.

“Of course I don’t want to leave you, Michael! That’s all I’ve thought about since my fight with Azazel. That’s when I got this.” She tried to sit up more, but what had been numb before was now blazing with pain. She hissed sharply, her eyes squeezing shut for a moment.

Michael’s eyes went wide at the hiss, “Stop moving, you’re only going to hurt yourself more.”

“Michael, please listen to me. Our first kiss. Remember when I told you that I wanted to be there for you? And I wanted to help?” She looked at him, tears continuing to flow down her cheeks.

He nodded and pushed a lock of hair out of her face. Her eyes closed momentarily, eased by the feel of his hand against her face and hair.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I didn’t follow through. I’m sorry that I left without telling you the truth about everything. I’m sorry that I didn’t trust in you, that I was weak and let my fear take a hold of me.”

“Verchiel–“ Michael interrupted her, his arms pulling her closer to him.

“No, just listen to me. I love you so much and I never got to say it enough. There’s so much that I regret and so much that still hurts, I just want you to know that I never ever stopped loving you. Ever.” She looked into his eyes, her hand weakly resting against his cheek. “No matter how many times I’ve been reborn, my love hasn’t dulled in the slightest. I would’ve rather been alone for all of eternity than ever love anyone else like I love you.” She clutched onto him, her body shaking as she tried to stifle the sobs. She’d waited so many years to tell him that. To be able to look at him and to feel him next to her again. Oh God, she had missed him so much.

Michael pulled her to him, his arms curled tightly around her broken body. “Verchiel, don’t leave me...” He sounded so small at that moment. Even more broken than she felt. “I can’t do this without you.”

“You’re the strongest person I know, Michael. I don’t have the tiniest bit of a doubt in your ability to stand strong, no matter what happens.” Her throat was so constricted from tears that she had to whisper the last part. Everything around her started to spin, the edge of her vision black and empty. “Please kiss me, Michael. Please.” She whispered to him, her hand gripping weakly onto his bicep.

He smiled sorrowfully through his tears, leaning over her gently and whispering against her lips, “I will love you forever. I promise you.”

His soft, warm lips covered hers. The kiss was gentle and full of longing. Full of promises. Somehow, he would find her again. This beautiful, kind woman who lay broken in his arms. He would find her again.

Verchiel’s eyes drifted closed and she fell limp in his arms.

An inhuman scream ripped through Michael's throat, the golden pillars that held up his resting place shattering into millions of fragments, much like his sanity.

Description
Tears slid gently down her cheeks as she took in the sight of the man before her. His eyes were closed, broad shoulders rising and falling with his chest as he breathed. Verchiel’s heart felt so full at the mere sight of him.

“Michael...” His name came out as an exhale. As part of her being. She could feel his presence for the first time in so many years. That raw ache in her chest that was left in his absence was gone now.

Weary eyes opened and rested on the female angel before him. Confusion flickered across his face, followed by recognition, and then ultimately, love. Completion. “Verchiel...”

She started to fall backwards, only just realizing how tired she was at that moment. But Michael darted forward and caught her before she could hit the ground. Verchiel could feel her whole body shaking and her vision was starting to get blurry regardless of how hard she fought to gain control. She was just glad to have seen him again. To be given this chance to say what she wanted to before, but was too scared to. But with the way things were going, she didn’t know if she’d be able to hold on long enough.

“Oh God, Verch. What did you do to yourself?” Michael’s voice was constricted with emotion. Fear.

Verchiel had only seen him cry once, it terrified her to see him like this again. But she bit back her fear, wanting to stay strong for him. She smiled softly at her lover, her arms wrapping around his torso. The feel of his smooth skin was like a shock to her system. An overwhelming sense of familiarity and completeness washed over her.

“I didn’t forget our promise, silly. I’m too stubborn to let anything stop me from following through.” Verchiel said.

Michael buried his face in Verchiel’s hair, inhaling the scent of juniper and cold wind. He held her close to him, not wanting to let go again after all of the time they spent apart. There was so much he needed to say, but it wouldn’t come out. He couldn’t form the words...

“Michael...” Her voice was barely above a whisper and she was desperately fighting the urge to fall asleep, “Do you remember our first kiss?”

He nodded, still trying to think of a way to heal her wound. It had to have been a cursed item that pierced through her skin and did the damage. Nothing could effect an angel like that.

She sighed, defeated. “I’ve already accepted what’s going to happen, please listen to me while I can still think of what to say...”

Anger flared in Michael’s eyes, a growl ripping from his throat. “How can you just give up like that? That’s not you and you know it. Yeah, you may be able to accept it, but I’m the one that will have to live as an empty shell. I may be strong, but I can’t do that, Verchiel. I can’t go back home and realize that you won’t be waiting there for me. I can’t. I just can’t.” His face was buried in her neck, tears pouring down his face.

He didn’t want to break down, he just wanted to stop this from happening. He didn’t want to believe it. They spent so much time apart and just when they find each other again, he loses her forever. It was such an injustice.

“Of course I don’t want to leave you, Michael! That’s all I’ve thought about since my fight with Azazel. That’s when I got this.” She tried to sit up more, but what had been numb before was now blazing with pain. She hissed sharply, her eyes squeezing shut for a moment.

Michael’s eyes went wide at the hiss, “Stop moving, you’re only going to hurt yourself more.”

“Michael, please listen to me. Our first kiss. Remember when I told you that I wanted to be there for you? And I wanted to help?” She looked at him, tears continuing to flow down her cheeks.

He nodded and pushed a lock of hair out of her face. Her eyes closed momentarily, eased by the feel of his hand against her face and hair.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I didn’t follow through. I’m sorry that I left without telling you the truth about everything. I’m sorry that I didn’t trust in you, that I was weak and let my fear take a hold of me.”

“Verchiel–“ Michael interrupted her, his arms pulling her closer to him.

“No, just listen to me. I love you so much and I never got to say it enough. There’s so much that I regret and so much that still hurts, I just want you to know that I never ever stopped loving you. Ever.” She looked into his eyes, her hand weakly resting against his cheek. “No matter how many times I’ve been reborn, my love hasn’t dulled in the slightest. I would’ve rather been alone for all of eternity than ever love anyone else like I love you.” She clutched onto him, her body shaking as she tried to stifle the sobs. She’d waited so many years to tell him that. To be able to look at him and to feel him next to her again. Oh God, she had missed him so much.

Michael pulled her to him, his arms curled tightly around her broken body. “Verchiel, don’t leave me...” He sounded so small at that moment. Even more broken than she felt. “I can’t do this without you.”

“You’re the strongest person I know, Michael. I don’t have the tiniest bit of a doubt in your ability to stand strong, no matter what happens.” Her throat was so constricted from tears that she had to whisper the last part. Everything around her started to spin, the edge of her vision black and empty. “Please kiss me, Michael. Please.” She whispered to him, her hand gripping weakly onto his bicep.

He smiled sorrowfully through his tears, leaning over her gently and whispering against her lips, “I will love you forever. I promise you.”

His soft, warm lips covered hers. The kiss was gentle and full of longing. Full of promises. Somehow, he would find her again. This beautiful, kind woman who lay broken in his arms. He would find her again.

Verchiel’s eyes drifted closed and she fell limp in his arms.

An inhuman scream ripped through Michael's throat, the golden pillars that held up his resting place shattering into millions of fragments, much like his sanity.