Gabriel should probably have been resting at the time, but he could not let himself lie idle. Thus, he was shelving books in the library.
The pain from his wings had ebbed by now, but they still looked pathetic; the feathers were growing back, but slowly - not surprising, considering that he had ripped them out whole. And the wings as a whole were still a sickly beige colour, rather than the soft blue-white he was used to. Or the cold blue gleam of steel... He shook his head, looking at the spine of the book he was holding -
- and nearly dropped it as he sensed a familiar-but-not-quite Presence nearby.
Leaving the books on his desk, he ran out of the library, down the stairs and through the lobby, skidding to a stop on the gravel walkway. It cut his bare feet slightly, but he didn't notice as he bowed deeply before the grimy young man standing with Raphael.
"Lord!"
The Presence within the Son of God was warm and soothing, and Gabriel breathed in deeply.
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The pain from his wings had ebbed by now, but they still looked pathetic; the feathers were growing back, but slowly - not surprising, considering that he had ripped them out whole. And the wings as a whole were still a sickly beige colour, rather than the soft blue-white he was used to. Or the cold blue gleam of steel... He shook his head, looking at the spine of the book he was holding -
- and nearly dropped it as he sensed a familiar-but-not-quite Presence nearby.
Leaving the books on his desk, he ran out of the library, down the stairs and through the lobby, skidding to a stop on the gravel walkway. It cut his bare feet slightly, but he didn't notice as he bowed deeply before the grimy young man standing with Raphael.
"Lord!"
The Presence within the Son of God was warm and soothing, and Gabriel breathed in deeply.