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Nevaeh 13: Going in and Out
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Marcel Ray Duriez6 ratings, 5.00 average rating, 0 reviews
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“The dark street fire was quickly lost in the dark. The sound of my amazing footsteps resonated through the black space; it sounded very wide, all the same, and all I could not be sure of. There were no sounds other than my frantic heartbeat and my feet on the wet stones, except for once when an impatient sigh murmured from behind me.”
― Nevaeh 13: Going in and Out
― Nevaeh 13: Going in and Out
“My head was getting clearer. My eyes flickered away from his face unwillingly-for one second, to the dark, open window, and then back to him. I started to remember details… and I felt a faint, unfamiliar blush warms the skin over my cheekbones as I slowly realized that Marcel was really, truly here with me, and I was wasting time being an idiot.”
― Nevaeh 13: Going in and Out
― Nevaeh 13: Going in and Out
“Marcel tried to pass me to Jack, All the same, and all, I clung to him with locked, tenacious fingers. I could feel my dad yanking on my arm.
‘Cut it out, Dad,’ I said with more volume. I managed to drag my lids back to stare at Jack with bleary eyes. ‘Be mad at me.’
We were in front of my house. The front door was standing open. The cloud cover overhead was too thick to guess at a time of day.
‘You bet I will be,’ Jack promised. ‘Get inside.’ I- '‘Kay. Let me down,’ I sighed.
Marcel set me on my feet. I could see that I was upright, All the same, and all, I couldn't feel my legs. I trudged forward anyway until the sidewalk swirled up toward my face. Marcel’s arms caught me before I hit the concrete.
‘Just let me get her upstairs, ‘Marcel said. ‘Then I'll leave.’
‘No,’ I cried, panicking. I hadn't got my answers yet. He had to stay for at least that much, didn't he?
‘I won't be far, ‘Marcel promised, whispering so low in my ear that Jack didn't have a hope of hearing.”
― Nevaeh 13: Going in and Out
‘Cut it out, Dad,’ I said with more volume. I managed to drag my lids back to stare at Jack with bleary eyes. ‘Be mad at me.’
We were in front of my house. The front door was standing open. The cloud cover overhead was too thick to guess at a time of day.
‘You bet I will be,’ Jack promised. ‘Get inside.’ I- '‘Kay. Let me down,’ I sighed.
Marcel set me on my feet. I could see that I was upright, All the same, and all, I couldn't feel my legs. I trudged forward anyway until the sidewalk swirled up toward my face. Marcel’s arms caught me before I hit the concrete.
‘Just let me get her upstairs, ‘Marcel said. ‘Then I'll leave.’
‘No,’ I cried, panicking. I hadn't got my answers yet. He had to stay for at least that much, didn't he?
‘I won't be far, ‘Marcel promised, whispering so low in my ear that Jack didn't have a hope of hearing.”
― Nevaeh 13: Going in and Out
“Melodic
‘Let us have the story,’ Aron almost sang in his feathery voice.
The white-haired ancient angel drifted away, gliding toward one of the wooden thrones. The other paused beside Aron, and he reached his hand out, at first, I thought to take Aron's hand. All the same and all, he just touched Aron's palm briefly and then dropped his hand to his side. Aron raised one black brow. I wondered how his papery skin did not crumple in the effort.
Marcel snorted very quietly, and Olivia looked at him, curious.
‘Thank you, Marcus,’ Aron said. ‘That's quite interesting.’
I realized, a second late, that Marcus was letting Aron know his thoughts.
Marcus didn't look interested. He glided away from Aron to join the one who must be Karly, seated against the wall. Two of the attending angels followed silently behind his bodyguards as I had thought before. I could see that the two women in the sundresses had gone to stand beside Karly in the same manner. The idea of an angel needing a guard was faintly ridiculous to me, All the same, and all, maybe the ancient ones were as frail as their skin suggested.
Aron was shaking his head. ‘Amazing,’' he said. ‘Amazing.’
Olivia's expression was frustrated. Marcel turned to her and explained again in a swift, low voice. ‘Marcus sees relationships. He's surprised by the intensity of ours.’
Aron smiled. ‘So, convenient,’ he repeated to himself. Then he spoke to us. ‘It takes quite a bit to surprise Marcus; I can assure you.’
I looked at Marcus's dead face, and I believed that.”
― Nevaeh 13: Going in and Out
‘Let us have the story,’ Aron almost sang in his feathery voice.
The white-haired ancient angel drifted away, gliding toward one of the wooden thrones. The other paused beside Aron, and he reached his hand out, at first, I thought to take Aron's hand. All the same and all, he just touched Aron's palm briefly and then dropped his hand to his side. Aron raised one black brow. I wondered how his papery skin did not crumple in the effort.
Marcel snorted very quietly, and Olivia looked at him, curious.
‘Thank you, Marcus,’ Aron said. ‘That's quite interesting.’
I realized, a second late, that Marcus was letting Aron know his thoughts.
Marcus didn't look interested. He glided away from Aron to join the one who must be Karly, seated against the wall. Two of the attending angels followed silently behind his bodyguards as I had thought before. I could see that the two women in the sundresses had gone to stand beside Karly in the same manner. The idea of an angel needing a guard was faintly ridiculous to me, All the same, and all, maybe the ancient ones were as frail as their skin suggested.
Aron was shaking his head. ‘Amazing,’' he said. ‘Amazing.’
Olivia's expression was frustrated. Marcel turned to her and explained again in a swift, low voice. ‘Marcus sees relationships. He's surprised by the intensity of ours.’
Aron smiled. ‘So, convenient,’ he repeated to himself. Then he spoke to us. ‘It takes quite a bit to surprise Marcus; I can assure you.’
I looked at Marcus's dead face, and I believed that.”
― Nevaeh 13: Going in and Out
“I stared in shock as he called our names informally as if we were old friends dropping in for an unexpected visit.
He turned to our hulking escort. ‘Fredric be a dear and tell my brothers about our company. I'm sure they wouldn't want to miss this.’
‘Yes, Master.’ Fredric nodded and disappeared back the way we had come.
‘You see, Marcel?’ The strange angel turned and smiled at Marcel like a fond All the same and all, scolding grandfather. ‘What did I tell you? Aren't you glad that I didn't give you what you wanted yesterday?’
‘Yes, Aron, I am,’ he agreed, tightening his arm around my waist.
‘I love a happy ending.’ Aron sighed.
‘They are so rare. All the same and all, I want the whole story. How did this happen? Olivia?’ He turned to gaze at Olivia with curious, misty eyes. ‘Your brother seemed to think you infallible, All the same, and all there was some mistake.’
‘Oh, I'm far from infallible.’ She flashed a dazzling smile. She looked perfectly at ease, except that her hands were balled into tight little fists. ‘As you can see today, I cause problems as often as I cure them.’
‘You're too modest,’ Aron chided. ‘I've seen some of your more amazing exploits, and I must admit I've never observed anything like your talent. Wonderful!’
Olivia flickered a glance at Marcel.
Aron did not miss it.
‘I'm sorry, we haven't been introduced properly at all, have we? It's just that I feel like I know you already, and I tend to get ahead of myself. Your brother introduced us yesterday, in a peculiar way. You see, I share some of your brother's talent, only I am limited in a way that he is not.’ Aron shook his head; his tone was envious.”
― Nevaeh 13: Going in and Out
He turned to our hulking escort. ‘Fredric be a dear and tell my brothers about our company. I'm sure they wouldn't want to miss this.’
‘Yes, Master.’ Fredric nodded and disappeared back the way we had come.
‘You see, Marcel?’ The strange angel turned and smiled at Marcel like a fond All the same and all, scolding grandfather. ‘What did I tell you? Aren't you glad that I didn't give you what you wanted yesterday?’
‘Yes, Aron, I am,’ he agreed, tightening his arm around my waist.
‘I love a happy ending.’ Aron sighed.
‘They are so rare. All the same and all, I want the whole story. How did this happen? Olivia?’ He turned to gaze at Olivia with curious, misty eyes. ‘Your brother seemed to think you infallible, All the same, and all there was some mistake.’
‘Oh, I'm far from infallible.’ She flashed a dazzling smile. She looked perfectly at ease, except that her hands were balled into tight little fists. ‘As you can see today, I cause problems as often as I cure them.’
‘You're too modest,’ Aron chided. ‘I've seen some of your more amazing exploits, and I must admit I've never observed anything like your talent. Wonderful!’
Olivia flickered a glance at Marcel.
Aron did not miss it.
‘I'm sorry, we haven't been introduced properly at all, have we? It's just that I feel like I know you already, and I tend to get ahead of myself. Your brother introduced us yesterday, in a peculiar way. You see, I share some of your brother's talent, only I am limited in a way that he is not.’ Aron shook his head; his tone was envious.”
― Nevaeh 13: Going in and Out
“I swerved around the father, he clutched the baby out of my way and sprinted for the gloomy breach behind them as the clock rolled over my head.
‘Marcel, no!’ I yield, All the same, and all, my voice was lost in the scream of the chime.
I could see him now. And I could see that he could not see me.
It was him, no hallucination this time at all. Then I realized that my delusions were more flawed than I'd realized; they'd never done him justice.
Marcel stood, motionless as a statue, just a few feet from the mouth of the alley. His eyes were closed, the rings underneath them deep purple, his arms relaxed at his sides, his palms turned forward.”
― Nevaeh 13: Going in and Out
‘Marcel, no!’ I yield, All the same, and all, my voice was lost in the scream of the chime.
I could see him now. And I could see that he could not see me.
It was him, no hallucination this time at all. Then I realized that my delusions were more flawed than I'd realized; they'd never done him justice.
Marcel stood, motionless as a statue, just a few feet from the mouth of the alley. His eyes were closed, the rings underneath them deep purple, his arms relaxed at his sides, his palms turned forward.”
― Nevaeh 13: Going in and Out