[ Michael has never been good at dealing with grief. He's never been one to reach out to his brothers, even in the worst of times he was ever the soldier, and restoring order to the chaos had been his way of coping with it. If he was an unshakable pillar of faith and purpose, the other angels would fall in behind him. That's how it worked.
That's how it was.
But not with Gabriel. He had always been more like Lucifer, to Michael's eyes, so much so sometimes that it was hard to hide how painful that reminder was.
He doesn't speak. It's just an open channel, reaching out through the space that separates them. There's only an uncharacteristically quiet feeling that echoes through it.
voice (sort of)
That's how it was.
But not with Gabriel. He had always been more like Lucifer, to Michael's eyes, so much so sometimes that it was hard to hide how painful that reminder was.
He doesn't speak. It's just an open channel, reaching out through the space that separates them. There's only an uncharacteristically quiet feeling that echoes through it.
You are not alone, Brother.
Not in this place, not in the sorrow. ]