...Hang on. Something was not right. Michael blinked. The Astral Michael was not as quick on the uptake as his real world counterpart. He adopted the classic superhero pose, hand on his hips, back straight, and eyes staring nobly into the distance. It was a good pose for an impressive archangel, he felt.
"I will not fight you," he announced. "Love is my shield and shiny sparkly things are my weapon, except for when a sword is!" A halo, which was slightly tipped to the side as if it was having trouble staying on properly, was glowing around his head. He stretched out for a hug anyway. Yes, Ron, you can hit him, if it makes you feel better.
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Date: 2008-12-15 05:41 pm (UTC)"I will not fight you," he announced. "Love is my shield and shiny sparkly things are my weapon, except for when a sword is!" A halo, which was slightly tipped to the side as if it was having trouble staying on properly, was glowing around his head. He stretched out for a hug anyway. Yes, Ron, you can hit him, if it makes you feel better.