[ Gabriel sinks onto the bed just behind Greg, legs folding under himself and his expression unusually serious. You have to concentrate when it comes to wings. Really concentrate. He's glad that Greg is slightly distracted too although as soon as Gabriel reaches out for the man's outstretched wing, there's another spark between said feathers and his fingers.
Thank Dad he wasn't immediately reaching for the injured part of Greg's wing because that would have hurt like... well, Hell.
He murmurs something placating, something calming, as he begins to ease Greg's feather's apart, knowing how very strange it feels- like someone brushing your hair backwards. Still, once the feathers are gently manoeuvred out the way, Gabriel can see the cuts. Jagged, no doubt caused by the thorns and branches of the hedge, but clean by the look of it.
He takes a moment longer to focus himself, and as carefully as he can touches a finger to the first of the cuts. Blue-white light flares along the wound, and then skin begins to knot back together. The second little cut is nothing by comparison, he doesn't even have to touch it for the flesh to heal, just hovering over it seems to do the trick. And then he relaxes, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Greg's wings before combing the feathers back into the right place.]
Can you ask them for a full pardon for me when you're there? Joke, joke.
[He can't be serious when Greg talks about going up there. Yes it won't be long, yes he'll be back, probably with delicious goodies if Gabriel knows him at all but even so, it fills him with a horrible leaden weight, a cold dread that spreads through him. It's better to make a joke of it than seriously deal with it.]
Everyone's guilty of something. I bet you she's more involved than you'd think. But if you really want a lead, I can probably tell you where those missing demons ended up.
[He shifts, moving closer and wrapping his arms around Greg from behind, one hand resting on the scar lower down on his torso, gently tracing the web of tougher skin. Greg has so many interesting little marks, okay this one isn't so small, like the one high on his shoulder. But in comparison to Gabriel's unmarked skin, it's fascinating. Greg wears his life on his body.
He hopes Greg isn't expecting a serious lead, because this is Gabriel after all. ]
Ever eaten in the Hive? I bet some of those Casseroles had demon in them.
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Thank Dad he wasn't immediately reaching for the injured part of Greg's wing because that would have hurt like... well, Hell.
He murmurs something placating, something calming, as he begins to ease Greg's feather's apart, knowing how very strange it feels- like someone brushing your hair backwards. Still, once the feathers are gently manoeuvred out the way, Gabriel can see the cuts. Jagged, no doubt caused by the thorns and branches of the hedge, but clean by the look of it.
He takes a moment longer to focus himself, and as carefully as he can touches a finger to the first of the cuts. Blue-white light flares along the wound, and then skin begins to knot back together. The second little cut is nothing by comparison, he doesn't even have to touch it for the flesh to heal, just hovering over it seems to do the trick. And then he relaxes, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Greg's wings before combing the feathers back into the right place.]
Can you ask them for a full pardon for me when you're there? Joke, joke.
[He can't be serious when Greg talks about going up there. Yes it won't be long, yes he'll be back, probably with delicious goodies if Gabriel knows him at all but even so, it fills him with a horrible leaden weight, a cold dread that spreads through him. It's better to make a joke of it than seriously deal with it.]
Everyone's guilty of something. I bet you she's more involved than you'd think. But if you really want a lead, I can probably tell you where those missing demons ended up.
[He shifts, moving closer and wrapping his arms around Greg from behind, one hand resting on the scar lower down on his torso, gently tracing the web of tougher skin. Greg has so many interesting little marks, okay this one isn't so small, like the one high on his shoulder. But in comparison to Gabriel's unmarked skin, it's fascinating. Greg wears his life on his body.
He hopes Greg isn't expecting a serious lead, because this is Gabriel after all. ]
Ever eaten in the Hive? I bet some of those Casseroles had demon in them.