[Face tilting up to nuzzle into the warm underside of Uriel's jaw, Raphael lets a long and strangely necessary breath out as fingers curl around the other archangel's opposite shoulder. His relief at finding his brother in one piece and resting like he's promised he will more often is clear in the way his shoulders start to relax. All he wants is for his family, for his brothers who are injured time after time, to be well.
It takes a second or two but, eventually, he gets his wings into a comfortable position too, the one draped over his brother fanning out until feathers stretch apart lazily, a sign he's ready and now feeling safe and comfortable enough to surrender his consciousness for a while.]
Thank you. [He doesn't need to speak to know that Uriel will hear him.]
it really is :')
It takes a second or two but, eventually, he gets his wings into a comfortable position too, the one draped over his brother fanning out until feathers stretch apart lazily, a sign he's ready and now feeling safe and comfortable enough to surrender his consciousness for a while.]
Thank you. [He doesn't need to speak to know that Uriel will hear him.]