Those two were always up to no good, whether it be from some friendly competition or an issued challenge, they were always up to mischief. So it came as no surprise when the Messenger walked in on the two in a stare down of sorts. Standing a hairs length away from each other, lips clenched as tight as they could, cheeks puffed out, and faces turning an interesting shade of amber.
"What are you two even doing?"
They waved a hand at him each, telling him to mind his own without the use of words, not even breaking their stare at his entrance. He looked between the two of them, heaved a tired sigh, and caught the passing messenger by the arm.
Wide eyes stared up at him, and he smiled, "Tanson, do you know what they're doing?" he indicated the two in question with a hand gesture, and the messenger leaned over to get a good look at the issue at hand, and nodded immediately, "They want to see who can hold their breath the longest."
"Why?"
"Who knows." She shrugged "Its easier to just not question it."
He nodded, letting her return to the duty she had been working on before being interrupted, turned back to stare at the two of them in silence, for a moment.
"Okay, that's enough." The Messenger easily separated them, both of their eyes starting to water, "Guys, I said that was enough. End this stupid competition, now." They ignored him, leaning around to meet each other's gazes again. He huffed in aggravation and nodded to himself. "Fine. You want to play hardball." He left them standing there, heading for the door of his office "Then we'll play hardball."
Neither one made any indication that they saw him leave, staring and holding the breath for as long as they could manage, both refusing to let it go until the other did. Silence took back over again, and there they stood, unmovable.
"Gabe, I don't see why you had to come and get us."
"I'll show you why, Luci, I'll show you."
The Messenger had returned again, throwing the door wide open, and in walked the three of them, the Messenger had gone to retrieve himself help. The Healer and the Morningstar came to a standstill, watching the two of them with wide eyes, before turning to the Messenger in question.
"They're seeing who can hold their breath longer." As if that helped figure this strange situation out.
"Why?"
Gabriel waved his hand at the older archangel "I don't even know."
The Healer sighed deeply, "And I am to assume that you came for us to get them to stop?"
"They won't listen to me."
The two older archangels exchange amused glances, stepping passed the Messenger to do as they were intended to do, stepping up behind the two stubborn angels. The Morningstar scooped the little fledgling right up, cradling her in his arms, she shrieked brightly when he lifted her up over his head "What are you doing, my stubborn little fledgling?"
"Luci, you made me lose!"
The Healer stepped up behind the young messenger, close enough that the young one could feel the warmth from his chest brush against him, and long fingers curled around his hips. The laugh he releases could of one or two reasons; the first being of his triumph over their competition, or secondly, from the way the Healer squeezed into his hips in the way he knew to be rather torturous.
"I won!"
"Did you?" he falters at the soft hum of the Healer's deep voicing from behind him, and it's in that moment that he truly registers the fingers curling into his hips, "Because it seems to me that you tied."
"No, I definitely won."
"Oh" he hears the lightness in the Healer's voice "I believe I can get you to agree."
"Good luck, then."
He squirms when the fingers dig in only slightly, "I don't think I'll need luck, not on this matter."