[ Welcome to Gabriel's weird little pocket reality Dad. It's the place where he hid his wing while he was Paganing, and although it's really no larger than your average living room, it seems bigger. Probably because it isn't anything- just a white space. No discernable shape, no ceiling. There's only the hint of a corner because Gabriel is huddled in it, wings pulled around himself knees tucked into his chest.
There's feathers on the floor. He picked out some of the loose ones. Then kept going. It didn't hurt as much as everything else, and the sharp tugs gave him something else to focus on, pulling out a feather and letting it drop to the floor before working on the next, working it loose.
The fact Dad is here now doesn't have much of an impact. His wings shift slightly, a twitch at the sound of his name, but no more than that. He isn't Michael who would snap to attention at Dad's call, or Lucifer who would probably be throwing things at this point. Gabriel loves very easily, too easily, for an archangel. That's why this hurts too much for him to be able to really process. ]
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Date: 2016-12-07 10:08 pm (UTC)There's feathers on the floor. He picked out some of the loose ones. Then kept going. It didn't hurt as much as everything else, and the sharp tugs gave him something else to focus on, pulling out a feather and letting it drop to the floor before working on the next, working it loose.
The fact Dad is here now doesn't have much of an impact. His wings shift slightly, a twitch at the sound of his name, but no more than that. He isn't Michael who would snap to attention at Dad's call, or Lucifer who would probably be throwing things at this point. Gabriel loves very easily, too easily, for an archangel. That's why this hurts too much for him to be able to really process. ]