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D looked over but Angeles waved her hand to get Remy's attention and pulled the notebook closer to her and began to write very neatly, don't worry about it, I got what I was looking for. I'm lucky this was the extent of the damage.

She looked up and smiled then looked back down and added, how are you and Max?

Angeles frowned slightly at the mention of the prophecy, then looked down at the table. This only lasted a moment before she wrote, it will heal, eventually. Wounds inflicted by something sacred always take longer to heal. You need not worry. The angel merely grabbed me by my throat and demanded to know what I was doing on sacred ground. It will be our guardian for a while.

Angeles appeared to sigh, though no sound came out, I only wish it's aid was not needed.

Angeles shook her head, looking like she was chuckling and adjusted the scarf to fit more snugly against her neck and wrote, it doesn't sleep. If it gets bored, it leaves for heaven. don't get too near it, you'll burn.

She set the pen down and patted Remy's arm. Writing everything that she wanted to say was a pain.

With an arm draped around his husband's shoulders, MacPere entered the inn quietly grumbling to himself. Even if the holiday had been rather fantastic, the commotion at the airport had slightly dampened it for him.

Angeles watched as Gren and MacPere came in and her first reaction was to slam her head against the table. D looked at her calmly as the parasite burst into laughter. If he had hands of his own, he would probably be pointing at the vampiress.

The angel turned to look at the newcomers and its voice flowed from its lips, "ah, so those are the two," it said, its eyes lingering at them for a moment before traveling from MacPere to Alex sitting at her computer.

"Thank you, dear..."

Gren blinked. "Everything all right, Angeles?" He wasn't going to ask about the angel, it seemed fairly self-evident.

Remy gave a questioning look. "Airports?"

"Airports." Was MacPere's response as he returned downstairs, annoyance clear in his expression.

"Gren and I would have back some time ago, but there were issues with my visa. I told him to go on ahead, but he'd stubborn and doesn't listen to a word I say~" With a smile, he returned to his husband's side, arms around his waist as he snuggled the exposed, pale neck. "Oh, and thank you for the warm welcome back, Angeles."

D narrowed his eyes slightly at MacPere's sarcasm, "it may have been best if you had been stuck much longer than you have been. You return to chaos."

Angeles glared at D, but otherwise looked like she was going to cry as she stood up with the notepad and pen and walked over to the two and was writing swiftly. She paused before them to finish writing before turning the notepad around and showed it to the two of them, I'm sorry you do not return to happiness and peace. The siren brought us a prophecy that we are all going to die, and a man has come with a weapon that a dangerous organization wants and is hunting him for it. You're in danger, I wish you had stayed longer where you were, safe and happy.

"A handle? Nothing has happened since I've been asked to act as guardian, but I feel it is the calm before the storm," the angel gave a wave of its hand and said, "introductions are pointless, I know your names."