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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.

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"I am not," Gabriel hastened to say. "I am truly glad that you are happy and at peace, Uriel. I cannot say I agree wholly with your choices and I cannot fully understand them, but I will accept them."

"It hurt Gabriel. You above all should know how much it hurts to be exiled. He never said anything, never let me explain myself, never replied to my questions. How could I possibly accept more war and bloodshed in His name when He wouldn't even speak with me? I-"

Sensing a sudden change in the room, his anguished speech came to an abrupt halt.

Lucifer materialized without fanfare at the tail-end of Uriel's reply and had to suppress a frown. If Uriel refused to fight, then the Seraph might not be as useful as The Morningstar wished.

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.

Gabriel was about to reply, to say that he did understand Uriel's pain and that as much as being wielded as an instrument of bloodshed hurt, being away from Him hurt more, but he stepped back and stiffened in shock as the Lightbringer materialised.

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.

Uriel leaned back into Lucifer's embrace, all traces of tension disappearing from his expression. "Mea Lux," he said softly, full of reverence, "I am fine. Now."

Lucifer smiled as he let his hand trail down between the angel's shoulderblades, genuinely please by the title Uriel had chosen for him. He stroked the base of the fallen angel's wings gently as he bowed his head toward Gabriel.

"Gabriel, it has been far too long. I have missed you."

Gabriel was a little caught off guard by the sheer reverence Uriel was displaying - knowing it and seeing it were entirely different - and by Lucifer's behaviour.

"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.

With his free hand, Lucifer gestured to a rather inviting trio of chairs sitting in a cozy corner, surrounded by books. "You should stay a while, talk. It is always nice to have family here."

Gabriel glanced at the chairs, which did indeed look cosy and inviting, and at the expression on Uriel's face. Then he judged the distance to the door.

"What safe subject could we talk about, Lucifer? As you said, it has been far too long."

Lucifer was seeing to it that Uriel wouldn't be saying much, and the fallen angel only leaned back further into the Morningstar's calming touch as he fixed Gabriel with a hopeful gaze.

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.

Startled, Gabriel laughed despite himself. "What do you mean? An African or European swallow?"

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.

"European. Do not think you can have me tossed off a cliff so easily, my dear." Lucifer motioned to the chairs once again. "Are you sure you won't grace us with your company for a while?"

"Please, Gabriel?" Uriel added as he extended his hand toward his brother. He may not have understood most of the conversation between Lucifer and Gabriel - what did swallows have to do with anything, anyway? - but he knew he wanted his brother to stay, even if only for a short while.

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As nice as Lucifer was being and as much as he normally valued politeness, Gabriel knew he should leave, or at least stay for the briefest time possible and then leave. But Uriel's plea, his expression, meant that leaving instantly was now out of the question. Besides, despite Uriel's assurance to the contrary Gabriel still felt as if he had failed in protecting his brother and making sure he knew he was wanted. He could endure a little discomfort for Uriel's sake.

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.

Uriel looked absolutely heartbroken when Gabriel pulled away. As much as the pain of being touched by his brother's Grace had startled him earlier, he had none the less hoped Gabriel would take his hand. He turned to Lucifer for support, received it in the form of a light hand carding through his feathers before gently pushing him toward the remaining chairs.

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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Lucifer paused for a moment, using Uriel's hesitation to quickly read the note from Belial that had materialized on the bookshelf by his side. Smiling to himself, he tucked it away and followed in Uriel's wake. The fact that the newly-Fallen angel had chosen not to sit next to his brother did not escape him and no doubt Gabriel would be hurt by the gesture.

Looking to smooth figurative ruffled feathers and take advantage of Belial's work, he conjured up a tray of cupcakes* and hot tea and set it on a table between the two angels. "A peace-offering?" He offered, taking the single white-iced cupcake along with a cup of tea for himself.

* yes, those cupcakes

At the sight of Uriel's heartbroken expression Gabriel's own expression mirrored it, especially when Uriel took the furthest chair. It seemed as though he could not do anything right when it came to his brother, no matter how hard he tried.

He was momentarily relieved when Uriel clothed himself - he had been trying extremely hard to not notice his brother's nudity or think of ~~whom~~ what Uriel had likely been doing - but then he actually saw the robe and really, it was no better. Averting his eyes, he folded his wings away and dimmed his Grace a little, hoping that it would cause less pain for Uriel this way but unwilling to hide it completely, and very briefly entertained the idea of chopping Belial's head off.

Clearly, agreeing to stay for a while had been a mistake. Still, he shifted awkwardly in his chair and took a cupcake that had blue sprinkles on its frosting, picking a couple off for lack of something to do with his hands and nibbling on them. For some reason he was reminded of the myth of Persephone and the literary tradition of a taboo against eating food in other realms, but dismissed it. Lucifer was no Hades, and eating something in other realms had never had an effect on him before. He was a little surprised, though; if forced to think of something the ruler of Hell would offer his guests to eat, cupcakes would not have been his first thought. "Thank you, Lucifer."

He cast about for something to say, and finally settled on, "How have you been?"

Uriel considered the cupcakes, remembering those he had found outside his room before he had... When he... He glanced over at Gabriel and was glad to see his brother's attention was focused on the cupcake rather than on himself.

Looking back at the past few days, he did not regret acquiescing to Belial's demands, but in retrospect it seemed an odd thing to do. Nor had Belial ever been quite so direct with him before, though the Crown had admitted to desiring him for quite some time. Had the cupcakes had something to do with it? Would Lucifer know?

He hesitated for a moment before taking one, but both Lucifer and Gabriel had taken one and neither showed any adverse effects. Trusting in Lucifer to keep him safe, Uriel reached for a bright yellow cupcake, hoping it would lighten his mood. He could always broach the subject of his Fall with Lucifer later, when Gabriel was no longer around.

If Lucifer had a choice, he would have served a proper English tea, but there was precious little time to act on the opportunity he had been given and he wasn't about to tamper with the cupcakes and risk damaging whatever magic they contained.

"Well enough, given the circumstances. Reigning in Hell does have a way of keeping one busy. And you?" Lucifer watched Gabriel closely as he spoke, waiting to see if the blue-sprinkled cupcake would have a similar effect on him as Belial had theorized it had on Uriel.

Gabriel bit into the cupcake, pleasantly surprised by how good it was; the frosting was rich and creamy and not too sweet, and the cake was moist and delicious. He thought he could even taste blueberry liqueur.

Chewing and swallowing, he turned to reply to Lucifer. "Well enough. I had my usual duties in Heaven, but recently I spent some time at Tadfield Manor as their librarian." He glanced at Uriel as he spoke, wondering if inviting his brother had even been the right thing to do; he had missed Uriel and could not regret the time spent with him at the Manor, but if he had not invited Uriel there the other angel might not have met Belial. Might not have Fallen.

Uriel looked up from the cupcake he had been picking apart. "Oh. I- Um, how do I put this? There might be some books- okay, a few... or maybe a lot of books. In my room. That I should have returned..." he trailed off sheepishly.

Gabriel could not help but smile at his brother's sheepishness. "I will return them for you." His smile turned a little sad. "Will you be bringing your plants here?"

Remembering the meal he had made for Belial and the vegetables he had already harvested, Uriel answered promptly, "I already have." It wasn't what he had quite intended to say - he had wanted to ask if coming back to the manor was out of the question - but the truth spilled out before he could even think twice about it.

Gabriel's expression was now entirely sad, but he only nodded and sat back, taking another bite of cupcake. He didn't know what he could say to Uriel now, or what he could say at all.

Lucifer glanced sharply at Uriel; that was far more bluntness than he had expected from the relatively guileless angel. Perhaps he should have taken more care with the selection of cupcakes.

Well, what was done was done and could not be undone. He was relatively certain he knew the effects of the cupcake Uriel had chosen and would be cautious with any conversation directed at the angel.

Once again turning his attention to Gabriel, he put forth his kindest, most conciliatory demeanor. "Is something wrong, Gabriel?"

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