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Observing humans was boring, really. Michael had been leaning against a wooden railing for three hours now, facing a hospital, for some stupid blessing business. Honestly, couldn't another angel do that ? However, it was part of her job so she had no choice.
" Fallen from the sky ? " someone asked in a deep voice.
Michael rolled her eyes and huffed at the voice she knew all too well. Of course it had to be her. Where would the fun be if she could do her job without distraction ?
" Go away, I’m working, " she told her without turning around.
" Yeah, it looks thrilling. I definitely wouldn't want to spoil this crazy atmosphere. "
The angel saw the figure approaching hef out of the corner of her eye but refused to look at her. She prayed inwardly for her to go away but obviously it didn't work.
" Always so rude, Michael, " said Dagon. " You’re supposed to be a nice one. Do you remember ? "
She leaned on the railing as well and Michael turned her head slightly in the opposite direction. It was like their professional meetings, it wasn't the first time that the two of them had been alone, sometimes it even lasted several hours.
So why was she feeling agitated now ?
" What are you doing here ? " asked the brunette.
" Well, the sea isn't far. I think I have the right to visit what I helped crea- "
" No, I mean, what are you doing here ? Next to me, " clarified Michael. " Don't you have somewhere else to be ? "
" Oh well, I was going to leave but I saw you and I thought, hey why not bother her a little ? "
" Well done, mission accomplished, " the brunette informed her.
Dagon placed a hand on her chest, pretending to be hurt by her comment.
" I'm offended, really. I thought we were friends, " she said.
" Friends ? We're not friends, we are just- " Michael replied louder, finally looking at her demonic sidekick.
Big mistake.
She looked her up and down. Dagon had humanized her appearance to go unnoticed. Her skin was pale and dotted with small freckles. Her hair was down and still wet and she was wearing faded gray jeans and a simple, very tight black top... too tight ?
It was the first time Michael had seen her like this, from a human point of view she would be considered very beautiful, although she preferred her more with her scal-
* cough *
Well, no, she didn't like it. Neither with nor without. What question. Absolutely not. Except she didn't realize she hadn't taken her eyes off her.
" Do you like what you see, angel ? " asked Dagon, slyly, having noticed.
Maybe.
" No, of course no. What is there to like about a demon ? " replied the brunette, looking away.
" I don't know, ask your brother. He did it, him, " replied the demoness. " And guess what, he's still alive. "
Michael looked at her out of the corner of her eye. Was it an allusion ? A proposal ? Or had she imagined ? Dagon looked straight ahead and didn't hide her smile.
" Good for him, " Michael replied simply who felt her breathing getting heavier.
" They both look good, " added Dagon. " Who knew this would work. "
Oh my god, shut up.
" I'm happy for them, " said Michael, sarcastically.
" Come on, I'm not that bad, " said Dagon. " Just admit that you like me. "
" Not even a little, " huffed the angel.
" A lot then ? " added the duke, leaning towards her.
" Even less. "
Dagon let out a small laugh from deep in her throat.
" Don't you envy them ? " she asked. " Just with each other. Free from heaven and hell... "
Of course yes, what kind of stupid question is that ?
But spending all your time with the same person, doesn't it get boring after a while ?
" What do you want ? " asked the brunette, impatiently.
" Discuss ? "
" Well I don't want to, " replied Michael, who was starting to feel uncomfortable at their proximity. " I don’t care what you want and I don’t care what choices Gabriel makes. Just leave me alone. "
" Why ? Are you afraid it's contagious ? Are you afraid of not being spared ? " teased Dagon, bumping her shoulder with her own.
" Don’t touch me ! " exclaimed the brunette, walking away.
Do it again.
" Otherwise what ? What are you going to do ? " continued Dagon, grabbing her arm.
The archangel reacted quickly, she turned around and grabbed her by the throat, pinning her against the nearest tree.
" I could disincorporate you easily, " she warns her.
" Aw, threats. Go ahead Sunshine, I'm curious, show me what you can do, " Dagon told her, grabbing her wrist.
The two stared into each other's eyes and Michael could feel the demon's still damp skin beneath her fingers and her rapid pulse.
" Why ? Why are you always like this ? " asked the angel, her voice calmer than intended because no, it wasn't the first time that Dagon appeared as if by chance in the same place.
" Like what ? "
" Boring, " clarified Michael.
" Yet I'm still alive. It seems you don't mind that much. "
Dagon removed the angel's hand from her throat but still held her wrist.
" Do you like me, archangel ? " she repeated, staring at her with her silvery blue eyes.
...
" No. "
Dagon stared at the angel's lips before grabbing her white scarf with her other hand.
" What a pity, " the redhead told her in low voice. " Because me, I like you. "
She pulled her towards her and leaned in, bringing their faces together until they were only inches apart and Michael leaned in too without realizing it, closing her eyes. She was close to doing it, she wanted to do it but she loved seeing the angel struggle with her own emotions. She could wait a little longer.
" I think you do, " whispered Dagon, touching her nose with her own before disappearing in a cloud of smoke.
Michael opened her eyes suddenly and quickly pulled herself together, looking around to make sure she was alone. She passed her hand over her mouth even though there had been no kiss and readjusted her jacket, more out of nervousness than necessity.
She huffed again. This demoness was really playing with her nerves.