[He could feel the tightness of her grip on his neck, the pressure indicative that she was afraid. She wouldn't be able to hear him if he spoke, the wind was too strong, so he squeezed his arms to let her know she was safe. He wouldn't drop her, and he had hoped she would like the feel of flying. But, it wasn't for everyone.
Michael landed softly, years of practice giving him a natural fluidity to his movements. He was still holding her aloft, her face buried against his chest, and he was just noticing how small she was. If anything, that just increased the way he felt strangely protective of her.]
We've landed. Safely.
[His words weren't harsh, a coaxing whisper. The archangel sat her down, his finger under her jaw, lifting her face up. He wanted her to open her eyes, so he could see the color flash again.
His eyes were piercing, looking for the changes he'd seen in her when she'd confronted the stranger.]
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Michael landed softly, years of practice giving him a natural fluidity to his movements. He was still holding her aloft, her face buried against his chest, and he was just noticing how small she was. If anything, that just increased the way he felt strangely protective of her.]
We've landed. Safely.
[His words weren't harsh, a coaxing whisper. The archangel sat her down, his finger under her jaw, lifting her face up. He wanted her to open her eyes, so he could see the color flash again.
His eyes were piercing, looking for the changes he'd seen in her when she'd confronted the stranger.]
Not an angel. Not a human. What then?