Gabriel smiled back. "I would love to join you. I'm not sure when Belial here needs his candles, though. If you would prefer them as soon as possible I'll have to look around Lower Tadfield," he added to Belial before turning back to Aziraphael. "I don't need candles as a motive to tag along, however; I'm interested in seeing your bookshop anyway. Besides, it's been a very long time since I've seen London."
Admittedly, he hadn't liked it that much. He hadn't seen the attraction, really. Gabriel much preferred the countryside. Still, perhaps the scenery had improved.
Perhaps he could bring one of the other archangels along too. He wondered why so many angels, demons and old gods seemed to be congregating at the Manor. Was He planning something? And why wouldn't the Messenger, at least, have been told?
For now, though, he had chocolate mousse and - hopefully - decent conversation to look forward to. The questions could wait for later, preferably when there were no demons around. Not that he disliked Belial, but it was one thing to like a demon and another to trust him, especially if you had only recently met.
He pulled out a bar stool for Aziraphael and another for himself, sitting down and tapping a bare foot against one of the stool legs absentmindedly.
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Date: Thursday, 21 May 2009 10:49 (UTC)Admittedly, he hadn't liked it that much. He hadn't seen the attraction, really. Gabriel much preferred the countryside. Still, perhaps the scenery had improved.
Perhaps he could bring one of the other archangels along too. He wondered why so many angels, demons and old gods seemed to be congregating at the Manor. Was He planning something? And why wouldn't the Messenger, at least, have been told?
For now, though, he had chocolate mousse and - hopefully - decent conversation to look forward to. The questions could wait for later, preferably when there were no demons around. Not that he disliked Belial, but it was one thing to like a demon and another to trust him, especially if you had only recently met.
He pulled out a bar stool for Aziraphael and another for himself, sitting down and tapping a bare foot against one of the stool legs absentmindedly.