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"Thomas." Aly rushed forward and she embraced her husband's best friend with almost terrifying strength. Not that it hurt Thomas because he was a great deal larger than she was, but it still took him by surprise.
"Miss Aly." Thomas waved to Saul, who had retrieved him from the random field the helicopter had landed in. Thomas apparently wanted some time with Aly alone, and Aly agreed. Thomas laced his fingers into Aly's and with his other hand, he relieved Saul of the box the man was carrying, before he let Aly lead him away.
Aly pulled Thomas into the quarters she had been staying in for a week and a half. She waited until Thomas set the box down and then she turned to him. "Zoe had a vision about that?" Aly pointed at the box and then she gave Thomas a deeply strange look.
Thomas shrugged. "I don't know why." He was looking around at the bare room, trying to distract himself from the fact that he was in Rome. He hated Rome. And Amaris was here and he hated her too. "I could go crazy in this room..."
Aly flapped her hands as if to say the room mattered little. "Thomas, I know what the rooms you lived in as a monk looked like. They looked like this. I know you're freaking out, but Amaris isn't here. Svetlana is looking for her."
Thomas smiled at that. He did love his Svetlana. "I know. I'm sorry. Skull, focus on the skull. Zoe just said she saw it in a vision. It is older than any other angel we know..."
"And it's a skull!" Aly said, raising her eyebrows. "I'm really glad you're here, Thomas, but I don't see how a freakin' head is going to help here!"
Thomas moved to the box and he opened it up. The skull stared back at them warily from behind it's glazed eyes. "Oh, god this thing gives me the willies! I don't know how Peter can have it in his desk! Still...it's part of an angel so it can't die unless it wants to. If it's still here, it must have a reason for sticking around."
"Or no reason left at all." Aly stared at the skull too, and she grimaced a little. Kali and Ryn had managed to somehow find the angel the Templar had imprisoned over four hundred years ago. After four centuries of darkness with no food or water, the angel had wasted away to nothing but still lived. Under normal circumstances, one could not dispatch an angel or a demon unless you happened to be an angel or a demon of advanced age and skill. But this skeletal thing had been different. It had fallen apart, though not easily. And now they had to keep the pieces of it separate, lest it simply reform it's bonds and become the skeleton it had once been again. If it did that, there was a chance it could regenerate... A small chance, but it existed. The wasting away could possibly be reversed and then who knew what could happen. Surely this...head was not going to appreciate the company of the people who were keeping it separate from it's body, if it even knew the difference.
"That...could be a fair point." Thomas raised it's eyebrows at it and the skull looked sideways at Aly. "Oh my god, it's smiling!" Thomas squealed, and he took several steps backwards.
Aly stood up straighter and she hushed David's immediate reaction in her mind. David did not like this skull sizing up his little sister. "Well I am attractive," Aly stated, and she chose to move past that because mere months ago it was something she never could have said. She hadn't believed it. Now, thanks to Peter's memories and David's presence, she did. "So maybe it does have some reason..."
Thomas looked disturbed. "You're taking being hit on by the disembodied head of a centuries old angel way too well, Miss Aly."
"I've been through a lot of weird things. This is just another for the list."
"I wonder what it's name is," Thomas mused. "His, I mean. Sorry....Heady."
Aly's face look on a strange, confused look. She didn't know how she knew, but... "Leontios. It means-"
Thomas turned to look at her and he held up his hand. "I know. I know what it means. Lion. It's Greek. And I think it was the name of so Byzantine emperor. The things Peter made me read... What I don't understand, is how you know that is his name."
"I don't either!" Aly looked back at the skull. "Leontios?"
The skull clamped it's jaw shut, making it's teeth click once.
"AUGH, JESUS!" Thomas yelled. "Oh my GOD it's like those chattering teeth! Abby used to have a pair and she'd used them to-"
"Thomas?"
"Hmm?" Thomas glanced at Aly.
"Shhh. There's more."
Thomas had no idea what the hell Aly was talking about, but he wouldn't know if he kept banging on about his childhood. He remained silent while Aly stared at the creepy skull of...Leontios apparently. Aly looked up at Thomas and she shook her head in amazement. "He's...talking to me. Some kind of...telepathy. He's speaking in Greek, but I understand it."
Thomas nodded. Peter's understanding of Greek had always been better than his. "What is it...sorry, he saying?"
"I think he knows where Peter is." Aly's eyes shone brightly and she was smiling, really smiling, for the first time in two weeks.
"Miss Aly." Thomas waved to Saul, who had retrieved him from the random field the helicopter had landed in. Thomas apparently wanted some time with Aly alone, and Aly agreed. Thomas laced his fingers into Aly's and with his other hand, he relieved Saul of the box the man was carrying, before he let Aly lead him away.
Aly pulled Thomas into the quarters she had been staying in for a week and a half. She waited until Thomas set the box down and then she turned to him. "Zoe had a vision about that?" Aly pointed at the box and then she gave Thomas a deeply strange look.
Thomas shrugged. "I don't know why." He was looking around at the bare room, trying to distract himself from the fact that he was in Rome. He hated Rome. And Amaris was here and he hated her too. "I could go crazy in this room..."
Aly flapped her hands as if to say the room mattered little. "Thomas, I know what the rooms you lived in as a monk looked like. They looked like this. I know you're freaking out, but Amaris isn't here. Svetlana is looking for her."
Thomas smiled at that. He did love his Svetlana. "I know. I'm sorry. Skull, focus on the skull. Zoe just said she saw it in a vision. It is older than any other angel we know..."
"And it's a skull!" Aly said, raising her eyebrows. "I'm really glad you're here, Thomas, but I don't see how a freakin' head is going to help here!"
Thomas moved to the box and he opened it up. The skull stared back at them warily from behind it's glazed eyes. "Oh, god this thing gives me the willies! I don't know how Peter can have it in his desk! Still...it's part of an angel so it can't die unless it wants to. If it's still here, it must have a reason for sticking around."
"Or no reason left at all." Aly stared at the skull too, and she grimaced a little. Kali and Ryn had managed to somehow find the angel the Templar had imprisoned over four hundred years ago. After four centuries of darkness with no food or water, the angel had wasted away to nothing but still lived. Under normal circumstances, one could not dispatch an angel or a demon unless you happened to be an angel or a demon of advanced age and skill. But this skeletal thing had been different. It had fallen apart, though not easily. And now they had to keep the pieces of it separate, lest it simply reform it's bonds and become the skeleton it had once been again. If it did that, there was a chance it could regenerate... A small chance, but it existed. The wasting away could possibly be reversed and then who knew what could happen. Surely this...head was not going to appreciate the company of the people who were keeping it separate from it's body, if it even knew the difference.
"That...could be a fair point." Thomas raised it's eyebrows at it and the skull looked sideways at Aly. "Oh my god, it's smiling!" Thomas squealed, and he took several steps backwards.
Aly stood up straighter and she hushed David's immediate reaction in her mind. David did not like this skull sizing up his little sister. "Well I am attractive," Aly stated, and she chose to move past that because mere months ago it was something she never could have said. She hadn't believed it. Now, thanks to Peter's memories and David's presence, she did. "So maybe it does have some reason..."
Thomas looked disturbed. "You're taking being hit on by the disembodied head of a centuries old angel way too well, Miss Aly."
"I've been through a lot of weird things. This is just another for the list."
"I wonder what it's name is," Thomas mused. "His, I mean. Sorry....Heady."
Aly's face look on a strange, confused look. She didn't know how she knew, but... "Leontios. It means-"
Thomas turned to look at her and he held up his hand. "I know. I know what it means. Lion. It's Greek. And I think it was the name of so Byzantine emperor. The things Peter made me read... What I don't understand, is how you know that is his name."
"I don't either!" Aly looked back at the skull. "Leontios?"
The skull clamped it's jaw shut, making it's teeth click once.
"AUGH, JESUS!" Thomas yelled. "Oh my GOD it's like those chattering teeth! Abby used to have a pair and she'd used them to-"
"Thomas?"
"Hmm?" Thomas glanced at Aly.
"Shhh. There's more."
Thomas had no idea what the hell Aly was talking about, but he wouldn't know if he kept banging on about his childhood. He remained silent while Aly stared at the creepy skull of...Leontios apparently. Aly looked up at Thomas and she shook her head in amazement. "He's...talking to me. Some kind of...telepathy. He's speaking in Greek, but I understand it."
Thomas nodded. Peter's understanding of Greek had always been better than his. "What is it...sorry, he saying?"
"I think he knows where Peter is." Aly's eyes shone brightly and she was smiling, really smiling, for the first time in two weeks.
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