On a wing and a prayer
Feb. 8th, 2014 02:38 pmThis isn't the first charge he's ever had as a guardian angel, so it's not exactly as if he's new at his job. He's never broken the rules before or failed in his task. He's always followed strictly to the rules and protected his charges with the utmost care and diligence.
He never thought things would be so much different with John Grimm.
As a boy, he'd lost his parents, and Seere had been tasked to him without any real explanation of why. Sometimes, that's how it goes; an assignment without a reason. It's never bothered him. All he knew was that he needed to protect the boy, and by extension, that usually meant protecting his twin sister, as well, inseparable as they were.
For years, Seere watched him grow, a sad, shy, and reserved child who turned into a handsome young man.
It was difficult when John entered the military. Seere can't fix mental anguish. How does one protect against that sort of thing without keeping a soul from gaining the necessary experiences to benefit from having lived? So, he watches as John struggles through bootcamp, watches as he struggles with the deaths of his friends, with the guilt that comes with it. He wants to help, but there's nothing he can do. He can't protect everyone. Only John.
Seere is wary when John gets selected for the RRTS. It's such a dangerous squad. Protecting him becomes a full-time task, flitting in and out of John's vision, exploiting those fractional blind spots that all humans have to subtly change the trajectory of bullets or nudge him away from a falling object or protect him from an explosion.
During these years, he's grown closer to John. He knows he shouldn't get attached, but John is such a sweet, loyal person, Seere can't help but care for him. He's gentle and protects those around him, gives everything he's got to try to keep his friends safe. He's grown into a man that Seere is proud to watch over, even if it's become dangerous to do so. Angels aren't allowed to love.
Still, his job goes well up until John is in his 26th year -- and he suddenly disappears.
Seere tracks his last signature to the point where it disappeared. It's a portal to Mars. Seere knows this, but he can't go. He can't leave the sphere of influence that Angels have on Earth. He can't travel to Mars with him, can't protect him. For once in his eternal life, Seere is afraid he will fail. He's not afraid of the punishment for it, he's afraid for John.
So, he heads back to Heaven to wait, and never have two days seemed so long for someone with as much patience as he has.
As soon as John's familiar tug reappears on Earth, Seere seeks him out.
He finds him at the hospital, beside the bed of his sister, and he immediately looks the both of them over for injuries. John is perfectly healthy, as far as Seere can tell, but Sam seems as if she has been wounded. Not fatally so, thankfully.
He breathes out a sigh of relief. He is so glad to see his charge is safe.
He never thought things would be so much different with John Grimm.
As a boy, he'd lost his parents, and Seere had been tasked to him without any real explanation of why. Sometimes, that's how it goes; an assignment without a reason. It's never bothered him. All he knew was that he needed to protect the boy, and by extension, that usually meant protecting his twin sister, as well, inseparable as they were.
For years, Seere watched him grow, a sad, shy, and reserved child who turned into a handsome young man.
It was difficult when John entered the military. Seere can't fix mental anguish. How does one protect against that sort of thing without keeping a soul from gaining the necessary experiences to benefit from having lived? So, he watches as John struggles through bootcamp, watches as he struggles with the deaths of his friends, with the guilt that comes with it. He wants to help, but there's nothing he can do. He can't protect everyone. Only John.
Seere is wary when John gets selected for the RRTS. It's such a dangerous squad. Protecting him becomes a full-time task, flitting in and out of John's vision, exploiting those fractional blind spots that all humans have to subtly change the trajectory of bullets or nudge him away from a falling object or protect him from an explosion.
During these years, he's grown closer to John. He knows he shouldn't get attached, but John is such a sweet, loyal person, Seere can't help but care for him. He's gentle and protects those around him, gives everything he's got to try to keep his friends safe. He's grown into a man that Seere is proud to watch over, even if it's become dangerous to do so. Angels aren't allowed to love.
Still, his job goes well up until John is in his 26th year -- and he suddenly disappears.
Seere tracks his last signature to the point where it disappeared. It's a portal to Mars. Seere knows this, but he can't go. He can't leave the sphere of influence that Angels have on Earth. He can't travel to Mars with him, can't protect him. For once in his eternal life, Seere is afraid he will fail. He's not afraid of the punishment for it, he's afraid for John.
So, he heads back to Heaven to wait, and never have two days seemed so long for someone with as much patience as he has.
As soon as John's familiar tug reappears on Earth, Seere seeks him out.
He finds him at the hospital, beside the bed of his sister, and he immediately looks the both of them over for injuries. John is perfectly healthy, as far as Seere can tell, but Sam seems as if she has been wounded. Not fatally so, thankfully.
He breathes out a sigh of relief. He is so glad to see his charge is safe.
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Date: 2014-02-10 07:05 pm (UTC)But there's such a genuine comfort in being held inside those wings.
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Date: 2014-02-10 08:01 pm (UTC)That's the only small comfort he can offer him.
Though, he does wonder if his orders will change now that John can see and hear him. He hopes not.
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Date: 2014-02-10 08:23 pm (UTC)"Can you heal her?"
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Date: 2014-02-10 08:43 pm (UTC)So he nods. "I can."
He lets go of John and moves to Sam's bed, placing his palm on her forehead. It seems like nothing happens at all, but then her heartbeat picks up a bit and her mental activity increases, and a few seconds later, she opens her eyes.
"She won't be able to see or hear me," Seere explains as he steps away from the bed and goes to wait in the corner.
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Date: 2014-02-10 09:11 pm (UTC)He forgets everything after she wakes up. He quickly wipes his tears and moves to the bed so he can hug her. He was fucking worried. So scared that she'd never open her eyes again.
The doctors and nurses come in after that and things dissolve into noise again. Tests and questions and all the things that distract him from the guy with the wings. The angel.
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Date: 2014-02-10 10:25 pm (UTC)The angel in the corner quietly monitors things for a while longer, and then there'll be just the quietest flutter of wings as he flies away. He'll come back later once Sam has fallen asleep again.
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Date: 2014-02-10 10:41 pm (UTC)He gets sent home, and home is a crappy, cold apartment that he hasn't set foot in for almost two years. There light in the living room is broken, so he digs up a single candle out of his junk drawer and lights that. He doesn't have any food, but that's not much of a concern. He's happy with the two beers that are in the fridge from the last time he had a weekend off. They expired a year ago, but that doesn't seem to be much of a concern.
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Date: 2014-02-11 12:38 am (UTC)He's a little appalled when he sees the state of the place. Not that it's entirely surprising, given its lack of use for two years.
So, he forgets about greeting John, mostly because he never has before, and he sets about making things a little more hospitable. No sense in holding back when John can see him, right? So, he fixes that light and turns it on, and then checks around the rest of the place to make sure it's habitable.
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Date: 2014-02-11 07:03 am (UTC)Yes, he startles when Seere just shows up and then starts to tidy the place. It's not exactly a normal occurrence and he's not sure how he should react to it.
"Did you just fix that light?"
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Date: 2014-02-11 07:11 am (UTC)He glances up at the light when John mentions it. "Yes."
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Date: 2014-02-11 07:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-02-11 07:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-02-11 07:28 am (UTC)He stands up and comes over to him, holding his wrist out like it's all in his hand.
"You healed her. Heal me."
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Date: 2014-02-11 07:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-02-11 07:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-02-11 07:47 am (UTC)All he can do is open his arms and silently invite John for a hug. That's the only medicine he can offer.
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Date: 2014-02-11 05:20 pm (UTC)He drops back down on the couch and resists the urge to punch something. He knows he'll punch through a wall if he gives in, or through Seere's head. Can you kill angels? Right now, he kinda wants to.
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Date: 2014-02-11 05:53 pm (UTC)So, he leaves John for now in favor of finding food for him.
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Date: 2014-02-11 06:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-02-11 06:15 pm (UTC)Once he puts it all in the fridge, he goes to check on his charge. He can feel the agitation radiating off of him, so he comes to stand next to the bed. "What's wrong?"
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Date: 2014-02-11 06:28 pm (UTC)"Really? You went for a fucking grocery run?"
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Date: 2014-02-11 06:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-02-11 06:40 pm (UTC)Yes, he is going to pull the covers back over his head and sulk. He kinda earned the right to do that for a couple of days.
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Date: 2014-02-11 06:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2014-02-11 07:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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