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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Dec 24, 2008 5:26:27 GMT -1
Esme sat silently, realizing that perhaps she shouldn't have asked what was meant by Xandrael's statement. She was beginning to regret all of the questions she had ever asked that got that reaction, the same quiet pensieveness.
She was about to tell Xandrael that it could ignore her question if it wanted to when it replied. It's reply was slightly cryptic, but Esme took it as it was delivered. There was so much in the words that said, don't test me, I'm tredding lightly as is.
She nodded, and then thought for a moment. How had Xandrael known that she was moving in with the Council? She couldn't even remember mentioning that she even knew any of the council to Xandrael. "How did you know?" she asked, she couldn't make her question coherent, she was still trying to figure it out in her own head.
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Post by ~Xandrael~ on Dec 29, 2008 18:57:02 GMT -1
The angel could not help the little twists that turned upward in the corners of its mouth. It was not quite a smile, not quite a grimace, stained as it was with the emotions of both. It came from knowing it had revealed too much, yet feeling that it had not passed on the information irresponsibly. And Xandrael never tired of witnessing the curiosity of humans.
Because even with that curiosity and the perception of her own ignorance, it knew that the young woman named Esme was capable of solving the mystery all on her own. If only with a little push.
It turned its body ever so slightly, adjusting its position on the railing. Raising its eyes, it trailed upward along her form, in no way appraising or with sexual undertones, but merely to raise its gaze from where it was to where the angel wanted it to be. Xandrael was not one for blinking (or gazing head on for that matter). And so its eyes climbed, till they reached her eyes.
Its amethyst gaze met her own almond-brown glance, the meeting imbued with energy. It's voice slipped out through its lips.
"I am amazingly observant."
The barest grin flashed on its face, but was gone before any evidence of it was noticeable.
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Dec 29, 2008 23:26:38 GMT -1
Esme watched as Xandrael adjusted on the railing and it's eyes trailed up her body. She would have been very self-conscience about that look, if it weren't for the fact that his eyes were devoid of the hunger that some men had when their eyes did that to a woman's body.
They're eyes met and there was a sort of power that passed between them. Esme felt her breath catch in her throat and she shook off the feeling quickly. No, it's just their powers colliding, she couldn't do this to herself again, besides Xandrael was an angel for goodness' sake.
Esme smiled when Xandrael said it was observant, very much so. She could have sworn that she saw a smile cross it's face, but if it were there she probably imagined it. She shook her head slightly and chuckled, "If I were any smarter I would have thought you were stalking me, but angels have no need for that. Right?" Esme added as an afterthought, maybe angels had nothing to do sometimes and chose silly humans to follow around every now and again. Humans called them 'guardian angels' when in truth they were merely bored angels.
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Post by ~Xandrael~ on Jan 1, 2009 2:37:21 GMT -1
Now the angel of reflection was not one for laughter. Not that it did not laugh at all, just not very often.
And right now, in this moment, was one of those rare times. For Esme's statement was so ridiculous in many ways that it could not stop the impulse that rose from its chest. It laughed, lightly, with a clear sound like silver bells, playing a melody of mirth. It filled the air, echoing a bit longer than any normal kind of laughter, especially in a nearly empty cathedral with good acoustics.
Xandrael quickly took notice, and muffled it into silence. For the laughter of angels was a bit much for the human ear. But there was nothing it could do about the smile that stayed upon its face.
"Do not underestimate yourself, you are quite intelligent..." It spoke with a gentle sincerity. After a small pause, it glanced off towards the empty pews, the smile fading away, though not the feeling behind it. "Watching is only similar to stalking in the seeing, for the intention is nothing alike."
But you knew that...
Its voice sounded softly in her mind. It gazed around the cathedral, pensive for a moment before turning back to her.
"May I inquire what brought you to the church on a day like this?"
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Jan 1, 2009 3:45:50 GMT -1
Every person encounters sounds on every possible occasion. Some of the sounds stick with a person for some reason or another. Perhaps a ringtone sticks with a person because it was the one that was given to a boyfriend, or the screech of car tires sticks with them after an accident, but humanity's history has been wrought with sounds.
But one sound that Esme never expected to hit her as hard, to feel so much like perfection in one concentrated form was the sound of Xandrael's laugh. Esme couldn't help but smile at the sound, it was beautiful, if she was allowed to even describe it that way. But as soon as it started, Xandrael stopped, like it hadn't allowed the sound slip from his lips at all.
Esme smiled when Xandrael said she was intelligent, it took all of her will power to fight back a blush. She shouldn't even let the angel creep into her heart as anything more than a friend, she had learned that that led to only bad things. Xandrael was just stating a fact, not complimenting her, Esme convinced herself.
It's voice sounded in her head and Esme bit the inside of her cheek, trying to fight back the stupid smile that couldn't leave her face. It was kind of strange knowing that Xandrael could speak in her mind, but it also made her feel kind of nice. It was like she had a conscience that would actually talk to her, unlike the one she had that died with years of lawyer jokes.
"I'm not that sure what brought me here. It may have been boredom, or wanting some place to think... or maybe it was our Lord. But whatever brought me here, I'm happy it did... I'm getting to spend time with you," Esme smiled, she couldn't hide how happy she was to be able to talk to Xandrael again. She hadn't noticed how much she missed it until she was with it, but she did.
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