He had to admit, he hadn't heard someone use such righteous indignation in years. Anders was surprised that anyone still cared this much. He almost felt sorry for Semael. That feeling quickly changed as a shadow caught his eye. Not next to him, or behind him, but under the crack of the door. Whoever was in the back room had managed to sneak all the way up to the door without Anders hearing a thing. Maybe Semael's angry words had distracted him, but Anders knew better. Whoever was behind the door was well-trained, and an obvious threat.
"Natan!" Anders thoughts are filled with his son. Whoever was behind the door had obviously decapacitated his son. Anders swore to himself, if his son was dead, this intruder would spend weeks praying to whatever God he believed in that he would find release, any release, a mercy that Anders would not bestow on him. With a flick of his wrist, Anders swung the tip of his rapier under the chin of the Deva, cutting a small line. "Deep enough to cause it to bleed, but not so much it was anywhere near fatal," Anders thought, "A perfect stunning wound." Releasing the Deva, and allowing him to bring his hands up to his chin, Anders stepped to the side and forward, into the Deva's field of vision. Recognition flashed in the Deva's eyes for just a second.
A second was all that the Deva had, and then the door had swung open, connecting with his beautiful face with full force. As Semael took a single step back, Anders saw the blood gushing from his mangled nose. Anders was more and more surprised by the stamina and willpower of this person, as the Deva staggered back a couple more steps and then finally succumbed to the darkness. He was out cold.
But that wasn't what had made Anders laugh. And he couldn't stop. For a full minute his eyes teared up and he was barely able to stand. Of course the door hitting the Deva in the face was funny, but not nearly as funny as the knowledge of the person that had kicked the door with such force, that its connection with the Deva's face had knocked him completely unconscious. Anders had just caught a glimpse of him when Neh'toan had slammed the door open with his powerful legs. AT that point, everything made sense. And it was hilarious. Anders was trying to catch himself and stifle the laughing before Neh'toan caught on, but when he heard a muffled "Semael? Is that you?" he couldn't help himself. He was on the floor, arms clasped around his stomach.
And despite it all, what made him laugh harder was just how ridiculous he sounded, laughing without a tongue. He hadn't laughed, and had rarely smiled since they had taken it. But damnit, this was funny.
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Re: AM 6-26-1043 (Open to Samael, and then Neh-toan)
Date: 2010-08-18 08:07 pm (UTC)"Natan!" Anders thoughts are filled with his son. Whoever was behind the door had obviously decapacitated his son. Anders swore to himself, if his son was dead, this intruder would spend weeks praying to whatever God he believed in that he would find release, any release, a mercy that Anders would not bestow on him. With a flick of his wrist, Anders swung the tip of his rapier under the chin of the Deva, cutting a small line. "Deep enough to cause it to bleed, but not so much it was anywhere near fatal," Anders thought, "A perfect stunning wound." Releasing the Deva, and allowing him to bring his hands up to his chin, Anders stepped to the side and forward, into the Deva's field of vision. Recognition flashed in the Deva's eyes for just a second.
A second was all that the Deva had, and then the door had swung open, connecting with his beautiful face with full force. As Semael took a single step back, Anders saw the blood gushing from his mangled nose. Anders was more and more surprised by the stamina and willpower of this person, as the Deva staggered back a couple more steps and then finally succumbed to the darkness. He was out cold.
But that wasn't what had made Anders laugh. And he couldn't stop. For a full minute his eyes teared up and he was barely able to stand. Of course the door hitting the Deva in the face was funny, but not nearly as funny as the knowledge of the person that had kicked the door with such force, that its connection with the Deva's face had knocked him completely unconscious. Anders had just caught a glimpse of him when Neh'toan had slammed the door open with his powerful legs. AT that point, everything made sense. And it was hilarious. Anders was trying to catch himself and stifle the laughing before Neh'toan caught on, but when he heard a muffled "Semael? Is that you?" he couldn't help himself. He was on the floor, arms clasped around his stomach.
And despite it all, what made him laugh harder was just how ridiculous he sounded, laughing without a tongue. He hadn't laughed, and had rarely smiled since they had taken it. But damnit, this was funny.