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[azraa-eel.insanejournal.com]

Who: Azrael, Svetlana, Michael
What: Goin' to the chapel courthouse, and we're gonna get married...
When: Friday morning
Where: Courthouse, Gordon Ramsay's restaurant
Warnings: Awkward angels, TBD


When Azrael made a promise, he did everything in his power to keep it. And he had promised Svetlana that he would keep her safe, and if that meant being legally married to her, then he would do it.

That didn't mean he couldn't ask Michael to come along, a bastion of familiarity in the midst of everything he was going through. They were going to need a witness anyway, if the information he'd gotten was correct.

There was a small line when they arrived, so he sat on a bench to wait, fingers drumming on his thigh.

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[nemophilist.insanejournal.com]

Svetlana didn't mind that the marriage was really just for show. She hadn't really wanted to marry someone she had never met anyway, though she was very fond of Azrael. She understood he was an angel and things were different for him.

She sat between the angels, feeling incredibly mortal. She smiled warily at Michael and then back to Azrael. "Do you like my dress?" she asked randomly. It was a white sundress with little red flowers on it, and she loved it.