Gabriel broods

[cattygabriel]

Time: April 22nd, evening
Place: The roof of Tadfield Manor
Status: Private (Gabriel) - Complete
Summary: Gabriel broods over this.

The sun had almost fully set, and Gabriel leaned against the chimney and watched the last rays reflect off the clouds. There was a light breeze tousling his hair, and somewhere a bird was calling out to herald nightfall. He had always been fascinated by such things, by the beauty of the Earth that manifested in different ways, like sunsets and rivers and constellations, and Michael had been amused, but he had always made some sort of effort to understand what Gabriel was so passionate about.

Evidently he'd had his own reasons. Gabriel bit his lip, letting his head thud against the chimney.

I've loved you since the moment I saw you.

He raked fingers through his hair, trying not to remember the look in Michael's eyes as he'd been Banished from the Warrior's room. But then, it was probably for the best if they avoided each other. I can't - I won't tempt him. Or be tempted by him. How long have I unconsciously led him on? 

The nightmare played over and over in his mind; the sight of Michael's wings being dark, matching his own, refused to leave him. The words that had cut him. Dream or not, there had been truth in it. What sort of angel was he? What sort of archangel spent so much time on Earth, grew so attached to it and to humans, tried to live as one of them? What sort of angel tempted another - well, the answer to that last question was simple. He didn't stay an angel for long.

For a moment, Gabriel considered simply leaving the Manor. But the Lord seemed to want him there, for some reason.

Stay, Gaḇrîʼēl.

Gabriel looked up instantly, halo glowing. What would You have me do, Lord? I need Your guidance.

I would have you find your own solutions, My son.

He should have known, really. Gabriel nodded, wrapping his wings around himself. Very well, Lord.

He would just have to avoid Michael, then.