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[caipirinha]

my character gets into bed with yours, or vice versa;
what happens?
have you crawled under the covers for some friendly
cuddles, or are your intentions not so innocent?
are you planning some form of practical joke, or are
you just plain drunk?
maybe you just have no idea what's going on.

( adapted from the plurk meme! )

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Uriel | judeo-christian house of seraphim | universalis

[apreparescuer]

no but I was THIS CLOSE to throwing a certain Greek god at you instead >]

[attends]

[Raphael usually places very little emphasis on sleeping and only indulges when he has no other choice. Being an archangel allows him the freedom to need it so rarely that he tends to avoid sleeping at all unless he desperately needs it. It seems logical, only in his tired and sleepy state, that he should make a beeline for Uriel's bed this time. His mind and memories tell him that when he heals Uriel he usually needs to sleep afterwards and, in some strange twist of vulnerability, it's his brother's sleeping but very much whole and well form that comforts him when he needs to drop off.

Losing consciousness is awkward and uncomfortable and Raphael enjoys it very little, but gingerly slipping into the bed beside the other archangel and shifting up close is his safety net. It's hard to admit out loud, especially to other members of their small but close-knit family, but with Uriel he trusts there will be some level of understanding.

Wings visible (he's too tired and weak to hide them) and now unfurled, Raphael can't help the way he practically wraps himself around his brother's bigger frame, small sigh of contentment escaping where he doesn't mean it to. He just needs an hour or two of rest after where he's been before he can carry on as normal.]

oh god this is going to be so cute

[apreparescuer]

[Uriel is a light sleeper out of habit, mostly from being the London Met's go to for any form of crisis. Riot control, hostage situation, bomb threats, words or actions against dignitaries or officials, he's there. Since the most recent mass crises with Belial, Uriel has--at the advice of his brothers--sought to pull himself more into his secondary form of employment as a corrections officer. He's spent any time outside of his office meeting with his parolees, focusing mostly on his most important soul in the prison release system: his apprentice minder who, even still, remains his woman undercover in the crime rings of London.

His sleeping is, by comparison to Raphael, far more consistent, a pattern of hours pulled from the days here and there. Uriel will never quite understand the restrictions a mortal body places on him, even after this long. Consistent sleeping habits at least gives him a buffer for how hard he is on it, and himself.

Uriel was awoken long before the arms slipped around him, the divot was felt in the bed, or even the footsteps across the floor sounded. The door was all it took, and yet before he opens his eyes, Uriel knows who it is. He had been on his stomach, for sleep is one of the few times when Uriel doesn't bother with hiding his wings, and despite all the feathers, they're hardly comfortable to sleep on. The angel turns onto his side to face Raphael, slipping an arm beneath his brother's neck, to both support him and pull him closer.

Of all his brothers, Uriel is perhaps the most affectionate with Raphael, and unabashedly. He rests his head atop Raphael's and yawns, utterly comfortable with this arrangement.]

it really is :')

[attends]

[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.]

[apreparescuer]

[Uriel does, and he smiles as Raphael finally finds a place of comfort in his arms. For all the times his brother works diligently to see to his health, Uriel finds himself troubled with worry oftentimes in those moments Raphael finally reaches out for rest. He knows it isn't easy for any of them. Unconsciousness is a state that feels, in many ways, like a vulnerability to him. He can only imagine how it troubles his loved ones.

A thumb pushes gentle yet soothing strokes into Raphael's back, beneath the wings, a comforting gesture for his brother, despite that it is Raphael who comforts Uriel by being there. One might find it funny that the larger, fighting angel should feel safer in the other's arms. Uriel never saw it that way. A shield out of love is something to be revelled in... whether in dire situations, or there on a quiet day in the sheets.

Uriel is happy it is the latter. His breaths are deep and long. No, thank you, brother..]