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[cattygabriel]

Date: April 11, 2003
Status: Public - Complete
Setting: Library
Summary: Gabriel is 'working'. Feel free to drop by.

There was a light rain outside, and the pitter-patter against the window formed a steady beat to the old Middle Eastern lullaby Gabriel was humming absent-mindedly as he worked. Davidson, Davidson, Davidson... ah, there it is. Now for Nostradamus. Odd man, Nostradamus, though quite amicable. 

He slid the last book into place on its shelf, and made his way back to his desk at the front of the library, picking up his copy* of Mansfield Park and flipping to his place. He pulled the bookmark out, leaned back and relaxed, burying himself in the utter impropriety of Fanny Price's relatives staging a play.

* Personal copy, autographed by Jane Austen herself and in pristine condition.

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[stillnotfallen.livejournal.com]

In the epic battle between Aziraphale's desire to not get chastised anymore versus his desire to read the library's collection, his desire to read won out, as it was bound to do eventually.

He crept into the library. Seeing Gabriel was busy reading, he steathily walked by, being sure to look as innocent as possible in case the elder angel saw him; no need to have Gabriel accuse him of avoidance...

[cattygabriel]

Gabriel turned a page, pausing when he felt the Presence of another angel nearby. He looked up and smiled.

"Hello, Aziraphael. I haven't seen you for a while. How have you been? And are you alright? You look odd."

[stillnotfallen.livejournal.com]

Well, so much for that.

"Oh, sorry dear, I saw you were reading and didn't want to disturb you. I'm all right otherwise. How are you?"

[cattygabriel]

"Do you call everyone 'dear'?" Gabriel asked, amused. "Not that I mind, really, but I'm curious. And I'm fine, thank you for asking."

He studied the angel for a moment, thoughtfully. If his vague suspicions about the nightmare were correct, most, if not all, of the Manor's inhabitants would have been affected. "Apropos of nothing - Aziraphael, have you been having any... odd dreams recently? I apologise for keeping you from the books, but this is rather important."

[stillnotfallen.livejournal.com]

"Well, I make it a habit to not sleep," Aziraphale responded, deliberately ignoring the latest insult against his manner of speech, "but now that you've mentioned it, the last two times I've slept I've had nightmares, which I would consider to be odd, I suppose. Why? Do you suspect something amiss?"

[cattygabriel]

Gabriel frowned in thought. "You too, then? I've had a nightmare which segued into a very odd dream, that was more like someone else's. And the Lord of Dreams informed me that there was a problem with this place, which might affect the dreams of the inhabitants." He wasn't sure how much Aziraphael knew about the Dream Lord and his realm.

[stillnotfallen.livejournal.com]

"Er," said Aziraphale, "Well, if someone called the Lord of Dreams tells you about a dreaming problem, it sounds like he might know what he's talking about. Did he... offer any sort of suggestions for how to deal with this problem?"

Just wanted. To read.

Nothing is simple anymore these days. He sighed inwardly.

[cattygabriel]

"No," Gabriel sighed. "Daniel's still trying to stem the problem from the Dreaming. Meanwhile, I'm worried about the possible effects here; I know something's wrong but whatever it is, it's elusive. I wish Raphael was here."

He smiled then, though it was small. "Anyway, I apologise for keeping you from your reading."

[stillnotfallen.livejournal.com]

Aziraphale raised an eyebrow. "Raphael? Why not Raziel?" He shook his head. "Never mind. I'll leave you to your work then, dear. Enjoy your reading, as I shall."

He quickly walked to the far corner of the library, hoping there was a book there that he hadn't read in awhile.

[cattygabriel]

While Gabriel had nothing against Raziel, he did feel a little uncomfortable around the angel, and he was closer to Raphael. That, and when worrying about people's minds, he tended to think of the Healer first.

"Thank you," he murmured to Aziraphale's retreating back, before burying himself in Mansfield Park again.