Living Among Giants

by Monkeygirl77

She was adopted into the fold of Archangels and now she's learning how to be a fledgling again after the end of the war. She's got plenty of older angels to show her the way though. A new set of Guardians, a new home, and a present Parent, she's living among giants now.

244. Plead

"Please."

"I don't think so."

"Please!"

"I repeat my previous statement."

The others watched in amusement as the messenger followed the Healer around, as he tended to his duties around the Infirmary, begging to be allowed something that was not in their privilege to know, but whatever it was, they did know, the Healer was not giving into the request.

"Raph, Pleeease!"

"I think not."

He followed after him, leaning over his shoulder when the Healer sat to tend to a long gash on another's leg, not giving up on his begging, "Raph, pretty please!"

"No."

The archangel grunted when the messenger fell limp hanging over his shoulder, arms hanging limp over his shoulders and down his chest, the Healer pat his hands when he made to stand up, and the messenger knew not to push his luck and moved, following after him as he moved on his way.

"Raph! I'm begging you!"

"My answer is no," he turned, having grown tired of the begging, and pointed a stern finger into his face "Which if my final answer." He wagged that same stern finger when the messenger opened his mouth "And if I hear one more plea I will turn you bare in front of everyone here."

The messenger went cross-eyed, staring at the finger pointed in his face, and he opened his mouth to respond, closed it again, opened once more, and closed it for the final time. The Healer nodded once, and turned to continue on his way, with the messenger following close behind. Though his pleadings and begging had come to a stop, his following had not, and he was soon to call over his shoulder "Silent begging still counts as begging, Zaveriel."

He huffs, falling next to him as he kneels before another, "You're being a jerk."

"I know, I'm the absolute worst."

"You are!"

"Truly."

Behind them, Oren finally comes up, placing a hand on both of their shoulders. He's chuckling in amusement, having watched the two of them for some time.

"What does he want?"

"To borrow my staff."

The Virtue raised his eyebrows in surprise "For what?"

"I don't care to know just what he wants it for. It's not going to happen."