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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]

Aziraphale gave a little snicker. Oh no, Michael would never do something like that, not to Gabriel at least. The Warrior was smitten and everyone but the Messenger knew it. "Oh, you know, humans and angels are strange. Not as strange as demons, of course, but few things are. However, I think I'll take your advice and look over the books on angelology; if nothing else, I could use a good chuckle."

He turned and started walking away before remembering that just because he was off to look at a book did not mean he was dismissing a customer in his book store. "Have a nice day, dear," he tacked on before submerging himself in the rather... eclectic selection this ex-Satanic library had on angels.

[cattygabriel]

"You're portrayed in one of them, by the way," Gabriel added. "The pink robe was rather flattering on you. Have a nice day!"