A couple new ones.

"What a mess..." A flash of blonde hair lit up the doorway of the twelfth-floor apartment. Her skin was pale, and her eyes a deep, sapphire blue. Eternally eighteen, as heaven had frozen her beauty in time.
Julian looked up as he moved back into the livingroom, hand stopped in the process of brushing his hair back from his face. "Mirian?" He wasn't much older than she appeared to be, and only slightly taller, skin tanned and his black hair streaked with his mother's blonde. He had his mother's blue eyes as well, something his father found comforting. To have his black eyes would have surely bound the boy to the duty of collecting souls as an angel of death.
She glanced over, and a smile graced her lips. She shut the door behind her and straightened out the sundress she wore. "Hi, Julian. Are they okay?" A look of worry crumpled her brow, and Julian couldn't help but think the look suited her. Being the eldest of all the Kolareny children, she had plenty of practice fretting.
His own features changed to one of worry, though, as he remembered the dillema he was in. "My mother's sleeping, but I can't find dad. I called for him, but he wouldn't answer."
Mirian stood beside him and pondered for a moment. "You're sure you looked everywhere? He's been through a lot; I'm not so sure he would want to answer someone's call, especially yours. I heard on the way over that he carried your mother all the way back here, walking. They're saying God stripped them both of their powers."
Julian's eyes widened to hear that. "Jeeze... Well, I guess I'll look again."
She nodded reassuringly, hand lifted to pat his shoulder. "Good. While you do that, I'll take care of the mess in the kitchen."
He smiled in thanks, watching as she went to wash the dishes he could only assume Romeo had used to make his mother something to eat. He then went in search for his father again, checking on his mother in the process. But after a few minutes, he returned to the livingroom, a bit flustered. "He's not here.."
"Oh, he's here," Mirian said as she dried off her hands and made her way over to him. "Come on. It's weak, but I can sense him here. He's just good at hiding. Probably learned that from mother." She smiled cheerfully to herself as she led Julian through the hallway that led to the bedrooms. She stopped as she passed a doorway, slowly backing up and stepping inside. Another few seconds, and she would point to the closet. She kept her mouth shut, glancing to Julian, who gave a nod and walked over to the closet.
He couldn't imagine his father, head of all angels of death, a seraphim, cowering in a closet. Would he even recognize the man he found as his father? Gritting his teeth, he reached out and opened the door. "Dad? Are you in here..?"
From the back corner of the closet, where the most shadows fell, two eyes of midnight raised up to look at Julian. He sat, crumpled, utterly defeated, as if he no longer could go on under the weight of his shame.
"Oh, father.." Julian reached out and took Romeo by the arm, carefully pulling him from the closet and helping him to his feet. It took a moment to steady him, and Mirian soon came over to help.
The angel's eyes lifted to see Mirian, faint bit of life lighting them. "Mirian..." he whispered, leaning some of his weight on her shoulder as she took up his other arm.
"Hello, Guardian. Let's get you into the livingroom, shall we?"

((I think that's good enough for now. I need a nap...or to watch Jing: King of Bandits...or both. Heh. My job is almost over. One or two more days. I'm on retreat this weekend, so I won't be posting again until Sunday evening at the earliest. Though it'll probably be Monday some time. 'Till then, enjoy. And comment. >>))