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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]

"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.