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What what's like?

Humanity.

...Maddening, for an Arc.

It is not as if I cannot feel emotions.. I can. But not to the extent that I know humans can.

It is an idle curiosity, nothing more.

You're the first angel I've met who is not in a mortal form. Gabe hasn't been here long, but Uriel's lost touch, Gabriel says.

I have not gotten to speak to Uriel lately. Is he well? ...Are you well?

There seem to be two of him. Gabriel spoke with the other last night, but he's not my Uriel.

My Uriel is...Conflicted. He's tired and he is afraid. But he's more hopeful now that Gabe's around. He's ready to be saved, ready to go back home, I think.

...I'm okay.

How odd.

Gabriel is very good at inspiring hope. Just as Michael is very good at inspiring fear.

I know that your state cannot be enjoyable, but I hope that Uriel is taking good care of you, making you as content as you can be..

...Gabriel is something special. I don't know if that's good or bad. I haven't met Michael, but Gabe speaks of him like one would a hero.

He takes the care he can. He keeps us out of the city, where the Fallen can't sense him and target me, and he always has a shot of absinthe to self-medicate.

They are all amazing. They tend to try my patience sometimes, but I care deeply for all of them.

I am glad that you are cared for. Your fate is.. very unfortunate..

What what is like?

What humanity is like.

Want to find out?

How would I do that?

I have my duties, and I do not feel the things that humans feel.

What if you could be human for a week, feelings and everything that comes with them?

I would have to abandon my duties, and souls would linger with nowhere to go.

What harm is one week?

If I were tempted to agree to your offer..

What would the terms be?

Only that you keep in touch and tell me your name.

I have taken the counsel of one brother, and I must decline.. It would be selfish to abandon my duties to satisfy a small curiosity.

..My apologies for wasting your time.

It's not selfish for you to have a week to yourself. I wish for you to chance your mind and take this chance.

I have been warned that seven days weakens one's connection with the Light. My connection may be different than the others, but I am not eager to test it.

If the world lost the Angel of Death, things would be in a very bad state.

Then let me take you're place while you try things out. Tell me what to do and I will keep that connection open for you.

You are extremely kind, and I thank you, but Father intended me to these duties, and I would not give them to any other. Nor can I condemn people, even for a week, to die without their final comforter.

Perhaps a time will come when I can be spared for a week. I have an eternity to be curious.

Does this mean you can't date?

If I have understood dating so far, it is a romantic relationship that often leads to sex.

I do not believe I am capable of romantic love nor do I have any sex drive, so.. Why would I date?

Because the strongest emotion ever created is love. Do you feel anything from a kiss?

I have never been attracted to someone in a way that I would kiss them.

Well, I have kissed my brothers every so often, particularly when their wounds were bad from the Great War. I bound them and kissed each brother, to remind them all that I was on no one's side.

But that is it.

Forgive me but can I kiss you?

Excuse me, but... why?

You're not only an angel of beauty but you are kind hearted and good natured. For what you do you chose to pass up the chance of experiencing what it would be like to be mortal simply because you had a duty to uphold.

I think you are stunning and if there is a chance a single kiss that is giving with meaning might make your heart react then I want to try and be that person. But I will ask your permission first.

Your words are flattering, sir, and your offer kind.

However, I see little purpose for it. If I have not been stirred within all the years that I have escorted souls to the Judges, do you think I can be stirred now? Your intentions are noble, I have no doubt, but I can imagine that the actions would prove futile in what you hope to accomplish.

Then you wouldn't mind if I atleast tried?

So long as you will not be disappointed if you do not achieve the results you desire, I yield.

You may.

*takes a step forward, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her a little closer. Hoping this will work he leans in and presses a soft kiss to her lips. Other hand starting to run up and into her hair as he attempts to deepen the kiss*

She felt confined. That was was the first thought that went through her mind when that arm went around her waist and she was tugged closer. The Angel of Death began to fight but then remembered that she had given him permission... not that she felt a kiss meant that he had to restrain her so.

She allowed him to kiss her. She was surprised that there was a reaction, a sense in her, but it was nothing extraordinary. She did not fight to get free as she felt that hand in her hair, but she did not seem particularly enthralled either.

As far as she was concerned, this was too much, too close, too restrained.

He wanted to prove her wrong; he wanted more then anything to give her the chance to feel something. Everyone deserved that experience, hell he wasn’t human but at least he knew what a perfect person she was. She guiding souls with nothing in return and he wanted to be that person that if possible, could make her heart skip a beat if only once.

Letting his arm fall slowly from her side and taking his other out her hair he laughed and leant his forehead against hers. The kiss might have not affected her but it sure gave him shivers down his spine. Giving a sneaky quick kiss again he remembered his place and backed away, not wanting to scare her or over step the mark.

Taking in a deep breath he could only say one word.

“Wow.”

The moment she was free of him, the Angel of Death took several steps away. Her heart was racing and she was shuddering a slight bit. However, it was not from excitement or enjoyment. It was from terror. Being held like that, being confined... It was not a sense an angel was used to, and she was slowly regaining her sense of freedom, of security.

"Are you satisfied?" her voice was as calm as ever, but her eyes darted to him as she attempted to steady her breathing. She did not mean to be cold; she was still trying to recover from the terror inspired not by the kiss but by the way the kiss was administered.

Carver noticed something was wrong. He felt bad that maybe something wasn’t right with him, maybe he was too forceful or he shouldn’t have deepened the kiss. Still he traced her face for any signs of hope that she might feel what he just had.

“No, can I try once more? I promise to not over step my place.” He meant what he said if she would grant him one more kiss he wouldn’t attempt to take it further or touch her in any way she would feel uncomfortable.

"I yielded once," the woman said, her voice cooler than it had been, "and you overstepped your place. Restraint, a hold, was too far."

She stood straighter, relaxing herself and looking at him with nearly impassive dark eyes. Her voice was more forceful than she was used to using when she spoke again, "No."

“I didn’t mean…I..” He his saddened when she said he overstepped. He knew he had but he didn’t think he’d get lost in the kiss. It wasn’t his fault how he couldn’t control himself, if anything he was hoping to make it up with the second chance but she was right with her answer.

Turning away, embarrassed to look at her he swallowed his pride. “I’m sorry for what I did, I hope one day someone might make you’re heart skip that beat. You deserve it Angel.” Carver sighed and turned to leave.

What's what like?

What humanity is like.

Your curious about... how it feels to be human?

Now and again, I am.

I mean, I have feelings, but not.. strong ones, not usually. I can smile, for instance, but not laugh. Be sad but not cry. Be angry but not hate.

Not that I mind being free of the last one.

Well, emotions are sort of a double-edged sword. They can be just as much a curse as they can be a blessing.

...you can't laugh? Really?

I have seen that. Still, one wonders sometimes...

Really. I cannot laugh, I cannot cry, I believe I'm immune to romantic love... It doesn't pose much of a problem, really, but sometimes I wonder.

Oh, no, I understand. I'm just... giving my perspective.

Hmm. Well, I can understand the inability to cry. But laughter? Laughter's wonderful.

I understand. I think I would probably not enjoy them too terribly much.

The inability to cry is probably a boon to my duties, though there are many times I've wanted to cry. Laughter seems like it would be very nice, yes.