Gabriel growled at the sight of Loki. He couldn’t help but wince at the sight of his fallen brethren. He knew it had to be an illusion. “What do you want?”
yes, as most of you know, GABRIEL
MY STANCE ON HIM HAS BEEN VERY VERY STRONG FOR THE PAST FEW YEARS BECAUSE I KNEW
[HEAVY CALMING BREATH]
he was not dead
"but scout, there’s still no REAL PROOF that he’s not!"
WELL LET ME EXPLAIN YOU A THING, and maybe give hope to some whose spirits are waning!!
"I’ve not called any of you. And how on earth could another creature carry the blade?"
"I know a few hybrids, so you’ll have to be more specific. Either way, I’m not handing anyone over."
Your muse has suddenly snuggled up with mine in bed, send me a @ to see my muse’s reaction.
Gabriel was lying down when he felt someone climb into bed and snuggle up behind him. He craned his neck and smiled. “Done with research now?” He chuckled. “Careful with that tail now, yeah?”
Yeah… *Sam breathed out as he slipped his tail around his waist and gently pulled on Gabriel to curl up properly around him and protect him if needed.* I’m exhausted… *He admitted with a soft press of his lips onto his temple before burying his face in the crook of his neck and let out a deep and soothing purr to lull him back to sleep.* Sorry it took so long…
"I bet," he said as he got comfortable in the position, "You’ve been in the library for hours. Hell, I don’t think you even left for food; I had to bring you your dinner." He nudged his head up against Sam’s chin and brushed his arm softly. "I don’t mind. I’ve done things that have taken longer before, so it doesn’t bother me."
"I study it more as a hobby. I’m only an artist on the side as well. I don’t gain much money, if any from what I do. People just think that murals spring up from nowhere, apparently." He shrugged. "People don’t really understand a lot of stuff, it seems."
"A lot of it was learned from the numerous books I read when i was younger. I would go to the library down the street every day when my father was at work and I’d just finished with school. Then I continued to read when I got older and found, I don’t know, a fascination of sorts with angels and other celestial and mythological creatures."
"Ah really I guess they just assume that the mural fairy goes around and makes them appear overnight." Jade said with a soft chuckle. "People like turning a blind eye to some things, like how their waiter is a person, the author of a book, or the artist behind art. Sometimes I can’t tell if they don’t care or just don’t care to know better."
“That’s really awesome. Not many people actually care about that stuff anymore. It’s really a pity too, I mean you can trace so much of modern day just to the past religions, even current ones.” She paused for a second. “So what else are you into besides angels and painting?”
"I’d rather not be called a fairy. Kind of a derogatory term if you ask me," he said with a smile. "People just don’t understand things if they don’t see it happening in front of them in person."
"I’m a confectioner for my real job. That means I get to create all of the sweets and desserts that people love so much. I work down at Heavenly Delights."
Gabriel smirked, shrugging. “Am I, Sammy? I don’t look that dead to me. But it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Surprise!” He waved his hands, “I’m not dead!”
Gabriel was shocked by the hug, frozen in place with his eyes wide and arms stuck at his side. He was expecting him to attack him, not show him this affection. “Well, you sure got an odd way of showin’ that, Sammy,” he quipped.
Damn it, I hate you so much. *He blinked back tears, his tail unconsciously slipping from underneath his hoodie to wrap itself around the other’s torso.* You’re incredibly stupid. I thought I’d never see you again. *Sam breathed out as if a whole weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Maybe he had been given another chance. Another chance to tell him. Tell him how much he meant to him. Which ,now that Gabriel was alive, was a possibility. A probability that he would have to wait to even do an approach. He was that nervous.*
Gabriel froze when he felt a new appendage on Sam. He didn’t want to break the mood, but he had to figure out what had happened in his absence.
"Well, you get to see me again now. But there’s something we need to talk about." He forced Sam out of the hug to look him in the eye. "What the hell have you done?"
"Ho there, Sammy!" he laughed. "Miss me much?"
"Just a little…" Sam stated as she held out her hand as if squishing an invisible object between her pointer finger and thumb. "I just got really excited when I saw you… Couldn’t help myself… Had to make sure you were real…"
Gabriel smiled and hugged her. “Well, I’m definitely real, kiddo. Sorry to make you wait.”
The hunter smiled and hugged Gabriel back. It sure had been a while. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was busy or that Gabriel wanted to stay in hiding longer. Or maybe it was safe to assume it was both? It didn’t matter she was happy to see him anyhow. “It’s okay… Probably my fault too.”
"Nah, I kind of went off the radar for a while. Needed to cut ties for a bit. sorry I didn’t let you know," he explained, shrugging.
"Like this? Like this! What’s that supposed to mean? Huh? I’m completely fine!" he said, still pacing. He was on edge, he wouldn’t lie. His Grace was crackling through the air and he just really needed to let off steam. If he wasn’t alone, he might try to attack his brother. But of course he didn’t want to leave even more because of that.
Gabriel couldn’t hold back a wince at the touch of Jehoel’s wing. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. He knew that all of his siblings had had their wings burned in the Fall and were left to mostly just bare bone now, but he would almost rather have that. It would make him feel better to have his wings burned off with his siblings than torn and ragged from demonic torture.
"I- I did not hurt you, did I?" Jehoel inquired softly, alarmed at the way the other had acted. He had not meant to cause his brother pain, that had never crossed his mind; he just did it on an impulse. Hastily he withdrew the wing and tucked it once more behind him.
"No, no, no you didn’t hurt me," he said, looking up at his brother to show him he was truthful. "It’s just…" He dropped his head again. "My back is sensitive and the last time someone touched it as when they were attacking my wings."
"Who are you and what are you talking about? I’m not giving you anyone."
Gabriel frowned, immediately suspicious. “Brother, how did you find me? And what happened to you, especially to seek me out?”
Gabriel growled at the open air where he just was. Loki was really getting on his nerves and Gabriel knew he shouldn’t let it get to him. This is what Loki wanted. Get him worked up and then beat him down. That was his play all along, but it still grated his skin and Gabriel didn’t like it.