Fic: Angel of Music
Lindensphinx (did I get the LJ name right?) dared me to do this one. I said, "Oh, that's easy."

Angel of Music
She's singing -- with her harp, of course -- when the knock comes at her door.

With laughter, she wings her way over to open it. Her smile doesn't fade when she sees it is a triad outside.

Their leader, the Seraph, motions beneath his white cloak, and Israfel hands over her dear companion, her living harp. The Elohite-relic rattles her strings in shared amusement as the other two of the triad take her off to ask the usual questions.

"You are in the Halls of Creation, and you sing of joy," the Judge murmurs as the door closes between him and his triad. "Have you seen Eli, then?"

Israfel shakes her head. "No. But I saw a child today, chasing butterflies. And a man making the Mona Lisa on the sidewalk with chalk. And I saw a wedding come from a church, with the bride and groom and their families and friends, and they were all laughing and happy."

"Ah." The Seraph drapes himself against a chair made for their kind. His white cloak pools, showing the black lining. "So you came to sing?"

"Yes." She smiles, and tips her head back, to sing the Song of Songs.

Holy, Holy, Holy! she sings. And Joy, delight, the Creation of the Creator holds beauty. Holy, Holy, Holy!

And while she sings, Dominic listens.