Kyrie Eleison [closed]

[bibliophale]

Aziraphale suspects that in spite of all the griping, like caring for the angel is a big pain in the arse, Crowley would much rather keep him locked in his Romac flat for the foreseeable future. It's work more than anything else that forces them to part ways - each of them has to report back to their respective organizations, both of which are frantic for details on yesterday's nuclear bomb of a newcomer, the whereabouts of whom is now officially unknown. Crowley is likely going to skew the truth as much as he can, while Aziraphale isn't sure what he can do, being that others may have already reported. Anyway, the expectation that they are going to be able to keep the arrival of the Morningstar a secret for any length of time seems a little too optimistic to the Principality.

He still looks like shit, according to Crowley - his bruises and wounds have been healed by the cooperative efforts of Crowley and Gabriel, but none of them could completely erase the burn on his neck, and though his wings are healing and hidden now, they still ache, and it shows in his walk. He looks tired, weak.

It doesn't matter. Normally pride is one of the more troublesome sins for him, but not today. He stolidly ignores the looks he gets as he moves through the Base, waves off most of the questions about his condition during the debriefing - it's fine, he was lucky, he'll be fine.

The debriefing isn't the reason he wanted to come in anyway. He has much more important business.

As soon as he's free of his superiors, he sweeps back through the halls until he finds Daine's room. He hesitates outside the door; he can feel her presence inside, and her animals.

It's been a very long time since he sought anyone out simply because they needed him.

He doesn't dwell on that little personal failing. He raises his hand and knocks lightly.

"Daine?" he says, keeping his voice lowered. "It's Aziraphale. Can I come in?"

Under a Clear Sky [CLOSED]

[peeta_mellark]

For the second day in a row, Peeta watches the sun rise from the roof of the rebel apartments.

He knows that Daine has been sticking close to the base and made the decision - for both of them - to stay away as much as possible. He even begged off his normal duty in the kitchens - or attempted to, anyway. Before he had the chance to even open his mouth to ask off, he'd been told to take all the time he needed. None of the kicthen staff would quite meet his eyes, and he knew that as much as he needed the time, they did, too.

So he spends most of his time out in the city. He can't quite bring himself to linger in the park - even the areas far removed from where it happened - but between the library and the museums, there are places for him to go. And he finds himself here, on the roof, for every sunrise and sunset. It's as quiet as the city gets, and he finds some measure of peace there, up above the streets, at the beginning and end of the day.

This morning, he arrived extra early. Unable to sleep, pulled into horrible dreams every time he closed his eyes, he abandoned his quarters in the dark hours of the morning and headed for the roof. Now he sits in the same nook where he and Daine watched the fireworks on a night that feels like a lifetime ago, and watches the sky lighten.