Gabriel (
cattygabriel) wrote2013-05-17 03:04 am
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Gabriel sees Uriel post-Fall
Gone was the angel who walked barefoot around the Manor library in jeans and T-shirts with a smile for his cats and anyone walking in; the being pacing Lucifer's foyer now was every inch a cold, furious Archangel.
In the Manor chapel, Gabriel had paused long enough to send notes to Michael and Raphael explaining what had happened - they might have sensed it, have already known, but Uriel was their brother too and Gabriel should at least let them know - and another to Mary Hodges, saying he'd be away for a while due to a family emergency and requesting that she keep an eye on the cats. Outside, the rain turned to unseasonable hail.
Gabriel had called his sword and horn to him and hung them on the belt of now ornate robes, his wings unfurling behind him, lit by the glow of his own aura; he normally disliked reminding people of his rank, but his younger brother was in Hell and he wanted to remind any demon trying to stop him that he was not in the mood to be stopped and cross-examined.
And it had not worked. All Gabriel wanted was to find Uriel and Belial, but he had been met by enough politeness and red tape and bureaucracy to put Heaven to shame. Asmodeus had met him at the gates, oozing civility, and agreed to grant him safe passage to at least see his brother, and as they entered each successive circle there had been new border checks and forms and repeated questions and attempts to get him to disarm. By the time Asmodeus had finally shown him into what seemed like Lucifer's foyer and left, the Messenger's already stretched patience had been hanging by a frayed thread.
He strode up and down, wondering desperately where and how Uriel was while trying to avoid any thoughts about Uriel's Fall itself, or any possible changes in his brother. He had failed Uriel, should have been more vigilant, should have made sure Belial stayed away from him, should have tried harder to intercede with their Father on his behalf, and his face was stony as he imagined everything he could have done to keep Belial away.
In the Manor chapel, Gabriel had paused long enough to send notes to Michael and Raphael explaining what had happened - they might have sensed it, have already known, but Uriel was their brother too and Gabriel should at least let them know - and another to Mary Hodges, saying he'd be away for a while due to a family emergency and requesting that she keep an eye on the cats. Outside, the rain turned to unseasonable hail.
Gabriel had called his sword and horn to him and hung them on the belt of now ornate robes, his wings unfurling behind him, lit by the glow of his own aura; he normally disliked reminding people of his rank, but his younger brother was in Hell and he wanted to remind any demon trying to stop him that he was not in the mood to be stopped and cross-examined.
And it had not worked. All Gabriel wanted was to find Uriel and Belial, but he had been met by enough politeness and red tape and bureaucracy to put Heaven to shame. Asmodeus had met him at the gates, oozing civility, and agreed to grant him safe passage to at least see his brother, and as they entered each successive circle there had been new border checks and forms and repeated questions and attempts to get him to disarm. By the time Asmodeus had finally shown him into what seemed like Lucifer's foyer and left, the Messenger's already stretched patience had been hanging by a frayed thread.
He strode up and down, wondering desperately where and how Uriel was while trying to avoid any thoughts about Uriel's Fall itself, or any possible changes in his brother. He had failed Uriel, should have been more vigilant, should have made sure Belial stayed away from him, should have tried harder to intercede with their Father on his behalf, and his face was stony as he imagined everything he could have done to keep Belial away.
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"Squashed under His thumb? How can you even speak of our Father and His love like that? And do you not think Raphael and I saw you as more than a wayward child?" He paused to pull the door shut behind them. "I can understand if you lost faith, I nearly did as well, but even your love for Him?"
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He ignored the chairs, choosing instead to pace in front of a fireplace, drawing strength from its warmth. "And for what? For growing tired of bloodshed? For refusing to continue murdering in His name? Does His love only manifest its self at the sharp edge of a blade, wielded by my hand?"
"If that is what passes for love, I want no part of it."
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He had never liked the bloodshed involved in his duties either, but it was God's Will, and after he had performed his duties he could return to Heaven and find absolution in His love. Uriel had been deprived of that. Gabriel's first instinct was to defend His love and try to make Uriel remember it, but he knew now that Uriel would not react well, and he did not want them to come to blows.
"I understand. And I am sorry," he finally said, coming up behind Uriel; he longed to reach out to his brother, but Uriel had been awkward enough about being touched before and Gabriel did not know how he would react now. He hesitated for a moment, unsure if his next words were the right thing to say. "You still have my love."
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Gabriel had to believe in His love. He would allow himself no other choice.
Stepping a little closer, Gabriel finally reached out and placed his hand on Uriel's shoulder, suppressing a wince at the sensation of his brother's aura. "I wanted to always be there for you, and I may have failed but that sentiment has not changed. Should you ever desire my company or need someone to talk to, Uriel, I will come."
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"You are not the one who failed me. You are my brother and I will always welcome you."
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Why would their Father do this to Uriel? What in the Plan could necessitate - no, he could not question that.
"Thank you. I still feel as though I should have done more, somehow."
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¹ Well, other than the ache in his arse that kept Belial always on his mind.
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He couldn't agree with Uriel's idea of freedom, though. Then again, even Gabriel could admit that he was not exactly free either, even if he would not choose freedom - least of all Uriel's freedom.
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Sensing a sudden change in the room, his anguished speech came to an abrupt halt.
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Mindful of his audience, he did not let any of his disappointment show as he stepped up to Uriel's side, gently brushing the angel's wings as he slid a possessive arm around his shoulders and pulled him in close to the warmth of his body. "Is everything alright, Uriel? You sounded upset." His tone was soothing, everything about his posture both comforting and protective.
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His instinct was to go to them and pull Uriel away, but his very touch hurt Uriel now, and his brother had chosen Lucifer, who seemed to be as loving as Uriel had said. As Gabriel remembered.
"Lucifer," he said stiffly, inclining his head in greeting.
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"Gabriel, it has been far too long. I have missed you."
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"I missed you, too."
He should leave. Uriel was clearly happier here and nothing Gabriel could say would change that, and Gabriel himself was uncomfortable in Lucifer's presence.
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"What safe subject could we talk about, Lucifer? As you said, it has been far too long."
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For his part, Lucifer only raised an eyebrow. "I don't know, Gabriel. Books? Cats? The airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?" he replied with just the right amount of both sarcasm and levity.
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Well, that had been... unexpected, to say the least. Although the sight of Uriel so pliant in Lucifer's arms was still disconcerting, not least because of the memories it brought back of Gabriel himself relaxing as Lucifer groomed his wings.
Gabriel would just have to remember their last conversation, and remind himself that Lucifer had his own agenda.
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He reached out to clasp Uriel's hand before pulling his own back, remembering that it would hurt him. "I will stay, but briefly."
He moved towards the chairs, seating himself in the one nearest the door.
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He eyed them for a moment, but Lucifer's chairs were not as susceptible as Belial's sheets had been to his whims and they remained sturdy, high-backed chairs no matter how hard he wished for a comfortable couch to recline on. Sighing to himself, he let his wings and aura fade. After a moment of concentration, a hanger in Belial's wardrobe was left rocking gently and Uriel was once again wrapped in the Crown's short, blue robe.
Though he wanted to be close to Gabriel, he still did not know what to make of his brother pulling away. What was more, Lucifer had been the one to ask him to stay. After a moment's indecision, Uriel took the far chair and carefully seated himself, leaving the chair between them for Lucifer.
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