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[heavenfell]

[Everyone loves broadcasts that open with a scream. Hurried, breathless words follow for keen listeners:

"You're safe. Stop arguing with me. We will make our way back in time."

A light is turned on and Alexiel, clothed only in her long, dark curls can be seen standing by a door.

"I will take you out into the morning air."

She reaches for the doorknob, but she pauses, frozen halfway there.

"I am not a harlot."

Even though she defends her state of undress, Alexiel turns to the closet, opening it. Dressing takes next to no time and she finally reaches for her communicator.]

You really are a naughty boy.

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[heavenfell]

I know who I am. He knows who he is. [She looks at him pointedly and then touches her abdomen.] His soul resides here. With me. His insanity has been resolved and he is whole.

[somakemelaugh]

[What can he say? He's not one to judge. He doesn't even know what her world is like.] I suppose that's all that matters, isn't it? As long as the two of you are happy, or at least at an agreement.

[heavenfell]

[The twins became one - or at least in one body - out of necessity. Alexiel would not have chosen this conclusion, but seeing her brother rotting and mad had made her determined to hold him close. Really close.]

He is the only one like me. As long as I have him, I'm not missing any pieces of myself.

[somakemelaugh]

[Fascinating. He'd poke at her for details, but he hasn't in immediate interest in it, not just yet anyway. Something he'll definitely ponder later!]

A fair sentiment. Siblings can be the closest friends and the worst enemies. I may have known a few. Why should it be any different with yours?

[heavenfell]

I would argue that he and I are more than siblings. A great power was split between us. We are the children of Adam Kadamon.

[The mightiest angelic creation.]

We knew of each other without needing to be told.

[somakemelaugh]

If you say, then. I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that name, but I'll believe you.

[heavenfell]

He is the only successful Seraphim - an angel with six wings. Each wing symbolizes power. Most angels have two.

[somakemelaugh]

[A shrug.] Why so many? Isn't presence enough, or is that all a part of it? I should think that would make it terribly difficult to fly.

[heavenfell]

That is just how it is. [She closes her eyes, remembering the presence of her mother and father.] Adam Kadamon is...gentle. Maternal. They have a warm presence.

[somakemelaugh]

[He notices that use of "they" but doesn't mention it. Angels are... unique like that.] Might be if I ever meet them, I might like them. Maybe. Haven't yet, but we'll see. This place isn't choosy.

[heavenfell]

[They are above gender - sometimes masculine, sometimes feminine.]

They have perished. What was left of them could not last forever.

[Adam Kadamon gave their very body to feed their children.]

I think this place has a sense of humor.

[somakemelaugh]

[Headtilt.] Oh, that's a shame. You know that this place and its portal tend to bring people from different points in time in their world, yes? There is a chance, however small, that they might show up here anyway. That's the humor in it.