Out of all the angels in the Angiris Council, or even in all of the High Havens, There was no angel that could say that they were busier than Malthael.
The aspect of Wisdom was a heavy title to carry, but Malthael did so without complaint, and he did so with care and pride. He took his time to answer any questions that came his way, often spending hours at a time simply giving out knowledge to any seeking it. It seemed that there was always something that he needed to over look, or someone that needed his advice.
His work within the council consumed a decent amount of his time as well. Meetings were held often, and all of the members were required to attend. More often than not they were discussing their current position in the war with the forces of hell, and the vast majority of them consisted of Imperius proposing strategies and tactics that would most certainly work in the end, but at times the predicted cost of life was far too high for the other members to tolerate. Tyrael would stand against his ideas, and their disputes would often be dangerously close to transitioning in to a physical altercation between the two. Auriel always stepped in when this happened. Bless her.
Tyrael was no fool, none of them were, but his aspect at times kept him from seeing things the way Malthael and Imperius did. The greater good, the occasional need to sacrifice a few for there over all survival and victory over the forces of hell. Malthael often found himself siding with Imperius, even if he didn't want to. This led to many tense moments in their meeting hall, struggling to work out a happy medium for everyone, but it was rare that their debates ended with no harsh words or resentful emotions.
However, even more often than that, Malthael found himself struggling to focus on whatever topic they were discussing. He already did not particularly enjoy the subject of battles and War like Imperius did, he would have rather been using his knowledge for something creative or something that could have added to their home, but it also did not help that there were distractions in the room.
Malthael noticed everything. Everything. At times he found himself focusing on things when he should have been listening, but it was not as if he were ever expected to speak, he just did when he felt it necessary. He noticed how absolutely in love Ithereal and Auriel were with each other, though they refused to speak to each other about their feelings. He noticed when Tyrael had began giving Imperius's too-large ego a bit of stroking to keep him calm so that they would not constantly be arguing. It almost made him laugh. Almost.
He noticed how their 'Advisor', when not speaking up for the rest of the heavenly host, seemed to watch Malthael with the utmost adoration.
And perhaps he had reason to. They were lovers after all.
Malthael was not sure how many other angels were aware of his relationship with Inarius, and he did not particularly care. He only knew that Imperius was unaware of their romantic relationship, and that was for the best as he and Inarius had been at odds for some time (Actually Imperius had been at odds with everyone recently, but that's beside the point), and he would find some way to make it hell for Inarius. Still, no matter how many angels knew he was courting Inarius, Malthael was not the type of angel to go advertising such things. Inarius, however, was. His flirting was shameless and very apparent to any onlookers, much to Malthael's chagrin. Malthael was simply not as open with his affection for Inarius.
And of course, he was very busy. There were times that he could go days without saying a single word to Inarius, simply because so much was being asked of him and he would not say no to anyone. Inarius tended to accept this, and let Malthael do what he needed to do, but this always left him feeling rather needy, craving affection.
When Malthael entered his personal chambers for a short rest, he was not expecting to see Inarius sprawled out over one of the several lounging seats that Malthael possessed. He wasn't exactly surprised, but it was rare for Inarius to rest in Malthael's chambers unless he was specifically invited in by Wisdom himself. Malthael had been planning on relaxing with a book or two, but as Inarius sat up, beckoning him closer with a single finger, he knew his plans were about to be dashed away.
He made his way over, silent as ever, and seated himself beside Inarius as the advisor sat up. Inarius gently wrapped his arms around Malthael's too-thin form and pulled him close. He said nothing for a moment as he simply nudged his cloaked nose and lips against the cloth of Malthael's cowl. Malthael could feel Inarius's fingers as they began to delve underneath the light armor and robes he wore, softly pressing against him and rubbing softly.
"Tense." Inarius muttered.
"What?" Malthael asked, staring off at nothing in particular. He simply relished in the feel.
"You're tense." Inarius said again. "You're working too hard, taking no time for yourself. It's not healthy."
"It has been a while since I rested, I would expect that my muscles would be tense. Auriel has asked me to assist her with the wounded, there are so many." He said dully, sighing and shaking his head. "I do not have long to myself even now. I merely came here for a short break, and to perhaps fetch a few items to aid others in their recovery..." Malthael paused for a moment as he felt fingers delving just a bit to far under his armor for the time being. "Are you listening to me?" He asked.
"Of course, Love, and all I hear is nonsense." Inarius chuckled quietly, pressing a kiss to Malthael's cheek despite the darker angel's unamused grunting. He did not fight against him though. "You are going to work yourself in to a grave."
"No angel has ever perished from working too hard." Malthael said.
"Merely an expression, Love, now lay back. Allow me to...alleviate some of the stress you must be feeling." Inarius purred, pulling gently on Malthael's shoulders to pull him down on to his back. Malthael heaved a great sigh, but he did not fight.
"I do not have time for this Inarius." He said quietly. Inarius was already on him though, pampering him with sweet kisses and tangling his fiery wings with the muted purple ones that drifted lazily out from under Malthael.
"You don't have time for me?" Inarius asked, a certain coy, playful tone to his voice. "I'm hurt."
"If I paid as much attention to you as you desire, I would have no time for anything else." Malthael said.
"And you would live a much happier life, but alas, you insist on putting forth so much of your energy to those who do not appreciate it a much a I would." Inarius said, looking over Wisdom layed out before him, and he felt his heart swell with admiration and pure affection. "As your advisor I cannot, in good conscious, allow you to run yourself in to the ground, or spread yourself to thin, now can I?"
"Inappropriate meanings behind sweet words. You truly are a charmer, Inarius." Malthael said as he lifted his hand to reach up and brush his fingers across his lover's cheek.
"Oh, but I am nothing compared to you." He cooed.
"Auriel will be waiting for me." Malthael pointed out.
"I'm sure that bumbling prophet of yours will be around soon enough. Quiet the distraction for her, I would say." He said, chuckling quietly.
It was true that Ithereal would likely seek Auriel out as soon as he was done with his own tasks, though he was hardly a stand in for Malthael when it came to knowledge in the medical field. "It's not a social gathering Inarius."
"And Neither is this." Inarius said, and he moved from his spot beside Malthael to straddle himself across his waist, pinning him down and keeping him trapped beneath him. "It's just you and me here."
Malthael could have pushed him away, could have left him there to wait until his duties were complete and he had nothing left to worry about, but he realized that it was rare for him to have nothing on his plate. Inarius was offering him a short escape, and only asking for a bit of love an affection, which Malthael found himself more than willing to give.
"Come here, Foolish Angel." Malthael finally said, giving in and wrapping his arms around Inarius, pulling him down so that he was close enough to kiss.
There was no angel that could say that they were busier than Malthael, but sometimes the Aspect of Wisdom knew when to slow down and take a moment for himself.