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[familysucks]

Who: Michael, Wanda & Matt; Michael & Istredd; Michael & Jack; Michael & Castiel
What: Closed prompts for the month
When: February
Where: Horizon
Warnings: None at the moment, will add as required

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[familysucks]

There are few things that bring Michael joy. Being reminded of the holy oil molotov incident is not one of them.

"I meant our last meeting here, in Abraxas, but don't think that you setting me on fire is forgotten or forgiven," he says, emphasizing his words with an index finger pointed directly at him.

Michael does not forgive easily, especially when no apology has been offered and it's clear never will be. Castiel may wince at the recollection but Michael doubts that he has any regrets. Put back into the same moment with his memories intact, he's just about certain he'd do it again.

From anyone else, 'pigeon wings' might be an insult. From Castiel, it's the sort of blunt, straightforward comment he expects of a younger angel. Most of them hadn't been built to think or to analyze the implications of their words before they spoke. Castiel does do a lot more than what he was strictly designed to do, but that's another series of thoughts entirely.

Michael gives a hum that sounds as annoyed as he looks, but he agrees.

"I expect they had more doves to model for them than angels, and that having their eyes burned out would make it rather challenging to complete the piece."

[unwings]

No, he doesn't have any regrets. If they were in the same spot, with Michael and Lucifer bent on leveling the earth for the sake of their prophesied battle royale, he'd do exactly the same. Or possibly better, maybe find some way to avoid being atomized directly after.

He was neither expecting or requesting forgetting or forgiveness.

"Ah." Right, that period of months that he was here without remembering he was here. That must have been when Michael arrived. "You'll have to refresh my memory on that. It seems I've lost a handful of months in leaving and returning."

Cas pauses, looking away from the glass to take a closer inspection of his brother, tilting his head curiously.

"You seem different. Older."

To Michael, who is already old as absolute balls, the comment might be redundant, but still. Something's just off. The vessel, at least, Adam Mulligan, does appear to have aged.

[familysucks]

Fortunately enough for everyone in Abraxas—Michael and Lucifer included—razing half the planet to fulfill God's desire for a fight to the death between his eldest angels is no longer Michael's highest aspiration. He's not certain God ever cared all that much about it, either. If he puts a blade through either of his siblings, it'll be for his own reasons.

"There's little to remember. We were briefly trapped in the Horizon together," he says, then adds what he feels is the most pertinent fact. "No one died."

Not that there's much point to fighting in the Horizon, but it's a testament to his patience and forgiving nature that he didn't smite Castiel on the spot for everything he's done. Though it had been a bit cathartic to strangle him that one time, so perhaps...

(Meddling with Castiel and the Winchesters has never once worked out for him, he reminds himself.)

Michael leans back in the pew and stretches his arms along the back of it, letting Castiel take a close look. Older. It's another comment that might land very differently if they weren't what they are, but age and power go hand in hand where they're from.

"Yes, ten years in Hell does tend to have that effect on people."

He narrows his eyes momentarily, giving him a particularly sharp glare. Castiel knows when he took the plunge. He should be able to add a decade and figure out the true time differential between them from there.