Edge of Thorns 4 - Pt 32Part 32
I shouldn't have trusted him...
Their argument bothered Nathan, not because he didn't think now was an appropriate time for it -- when was it ever? -- but because he reflexively began analyzing it, listening to what each of them said (or shouted), knowing neither could lie. He didn't blame Gabriel for not believing Raphael, but since the latter had to be as truthful as the former... something wasn't right. The writer tuned their shouting out while he pulled his thoughts together. Raphael had struggled to pull him up, said it was because of his desire to die. That may have been true, but Gabriel certainly had no trouble catching him...
Nathan looked over at the pair. Their debate had gone into that strange language of theirs, so he had no idea what was being said, but he couldn't just stand by and wait for things to escalate further. He didn't know if he could end the argument, but he sure as hell could try.
"Hey!" His shout silenced them both immediately as they t
Edge of Thorns 4 - Pt 30bPart 30b
I am absolutely certain.
Without hesitation, the writer took his hand, never breaking his gaze. "Yes."
The corner of Raphael's mouth twitched, but the frown remained as he clasped Nathan's hand firmly and pulled him up onto the ledge beside him. "Do not let go," the angel warned him quietly before looking away, down towards the snow covered streets below. "It is a long way to fall."
He didn't need to be told twice, legs shaking while he found his balance. He didn't dare look down himself. "Tell me," he repeated, keeping his eyes on Raphael. "What is the third option?"
The angel drew a long breath. "The third option," he said slowly. "Is to remove the linchpin, the one thing giving the Sins reason to act." He cast a sidelong glance towards Nathan. "Do you know how many will be hurt trying to bring the sisters to heel? How many will suffer because Lumiel chooses to use them as a tool in your ordeals?" He looked away again, but didn't give him a chance to answer. "S
Edge of Thorns 4 - Pt 30Part 30
A sad, simple question with a not-so-simple answer...
He stared at his outstretched hand. Would he trust him: it sounded more like a plea than the simple question he claimed it was. The angel wasn't really asking him if he would trust him; it felt to Nathan as though he was begging him to.
The writer drew a sharp breath and ran his fingers anxiously through his hair. He knew what he wanted to say, how he wanted to answer, but a small part of him was nagging at him to reconsider. There was something wrong, there just had to be. It couldn't be so simple... but then he realized he didn't really have any reason not to trust him. Raphael had taunted Alton, but the only harm he'd done to Nathan was when he didn't know who he was and thought he was getting between him and Gabriel. He hadn't bothered him since that incident, hadn't made any attack or threat towards him. Even while rescuing Avery: the angel had only been doing his job... although he
Edge of Thorns 4 - Pt 29Part 29
I may not be able to get much out of him, but I can at least try.
"I'm thinking," Nathan echoed him, watching him carefully on the roof. "That if you know what happened to Alton, you know how to bring him back." As curious as he was about the strange woman -- Invidia, he now realized -- and Gula's motives, he wanted to know how to rescue Alton first and foremost. "Is there a way to turn Lumiel back into himself? To... make him not Moloch?"
Raphael chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Of course there is: scarce few things are truly impossible, especially not so here." He hummed. "I suppose you mean to ask what can be done to change him, not whether or not it can be accomplished."
The writer mentally cursed himself. Yes, that was what he meant, but what if the angel wouldn't tell him that? Before he could linger on his mistake too long, Raphael laughed again.
"By the look on your face, I am guessing the answer is yes, and you assume I will not tell yo
Edge of Thorns 4 - Pt 28Part 28
When will I have this chance alone again? I ought to enjoy it...
After popping his back and stretching his arms, the writer stood, squinting while he patted barefoot over to the bay window. When his eyes adjusted to the light, he could see how deep the snow had become overnight: there was no street to speak of anymore, any cars completely buried, any ground-level doorways half-covered in white. Nathan couldn't remember the last time he'd seen this much snow on the ground. Rubbing his eyes, he went into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, checking out the back window to see what the back parking lot looked like. Same thing: one big blanket of snow.
Nathan laughed quietly to himself. Ignoring Gabriel's ability to teleport, they were probably going to be stuck in Alton's apartment for a while. An honest to goodness snow day. He was sure Lidia would be thrilled. Maybe they could take her outside later that day and build a snowman, give her something fun to do to