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x x x x x x ━ i stay awake thinking this life gets lonely ━ ━ ━ : `★ The drive in the human transportation vehicle was slow, but pleasant for the most part, it was quiet just the way Thursday liked it, but then again it wasn’t entirely quiet with Michael singing his heart out to the songs that played on the radio, the angel sometimes tapping his fingers on his lap along with the song. He didn’t know any of the lyrics to the song so he just let Michael do all the singing and staring. He doubt Michael noticed he knows that he’s been glancing at him to stare since they left their little crashing site earlier and Thursday was guilty as well as he stared at the man from the corner of his eye. He couldn’t help it really, the soul flickered happily when Michael sun along with the songs, even Thursday finds his grace buzz at the music. The music though wasn’t really Thursday’s cup of tea - not that he drinks tea - it was loud and Michael didn’t really have a good singing voice, but his heart was into the song so Thursday didn’t have the heart to tell him he was off pitch, he kept his comments to himself. Besides he liked listening to Michael sing as oddly as that seemed.
The song Michael was singing somehow once again fit the atmosphere, or more like it fit Michael. They were trying to survive a war against the darkest hour, though he can’t say that they’re the princes of the universe, but that wasn’t a literal. He hopped. The song just fit Michael so much that a light twitch from the corner of his lips escaped. Michael did have great things to look forward to in front of him, they will be hard and challenging but Thursday knows that Michael will stand his ground with proper guidance. Thursday wholly believed that Michael can escape Lucifer. He just knows it. Believes it. Then there was the fact that he does have the blood of kings, a rare blood passed down from generations to generations to finally flow through Michael’s veins, it was a rare honor… or in this case a real horror to have. To have the blood of the chosen… Thursday didn’t wish it upon anyone especially not Michael. He didn’t want the Apocalypse to happen. The innocence… many will of them will die and he was the one to hear their cries in the end.
The yawn took Thursday’s view away from the windshield to stare at Michael, he guessed the human was getting tired from all the drive and they should find a place for Michael to rest while he goes back to Heaven to report. He’s been gone for far too long and his commanding officer might start to question his where about’s if he wasn’t careful, they would have wanted to ask him unnecessary questions if they find out he’s with the enemy vessel right now. “When we reach the next town you should find a place to rest.” then he added, ”To refuel for both you and your… vehicle.”
The silence lingered for a little while longer till Michael took out his phone to listen to a missed message. Thursday showed no emotion on his face as he listened to the conversation and Michael’s response. Then again his attention was somewhere else at the moment something - no - someone was close and it was filled with dark power. Someone dangerous was near them, stiffening from his seat Thursday’s fingers twitched to take out his dual blade as soon as the danger comes, but it never did when Michael had hit something with his truck. Thursday didn’t move from the seat as Michael had gotten out too focus on locating the source of the threat. He knows it was close, but something was blocking off his senses, he didn’t know that it could even do that! This enemy is dangerous. They should not be stopping and stay here where they are open for an attack.
Seeing Michael beckoning him to come out and see whatever, Thursday appeared next to Michael with a blink of an eye. Suddenly Thursday felt like as if he’s been hit by a Leviathan by the wild untamed power of dark energy, taking a glance at the man that Michael said he should heal Thursday stepped back, gripping Michael’s arm and pulling him in back of him, his stance defensive. “It’d be better if you get back in the car, reverse and hit him again.” he told Michael, observing as the Antichrist started to heal himself. “I suggest you leave… I need to take care of this.” with that, Thursday took out his angel blade from under his sleeve raising it just above the Antichrist heart. It would save them a lot of trouble if he was out of the picture early before he could take up arms and go against them.
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╰━━━━ i know i'm not good enough for you ━
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