Oh sister, am I not a brother to you, and one deserving of affection?
Characters: Raphael and Gabriel
When: Friday morning
Where: On a rooftop somewhere.
Rating: F for Fucked-up people and discussions of violence.
Summary: Raphael has snapped out of the event. She needs to see that Gabriel has, too.
Out of all her experiences in Adstringéndum, waking up from an event in the Temple while Jinx and Castiel braided her hair was unquestionably the strangest. After the initial awkward conversation and graceless transition into the "GET THE FUCK OUT" stage of the sleepover, she spent a decent 12 hours spent meditating shamefully in a dark room somewhere. Once she was able to concentrate through the tattoo of burning pain, Raphael's first thought was brothers. The bruises still on her cheeks and the soreness in her formerly broken shoulder kept her from going back to Michael. She couldn't even think about him without a surge of nausea. Lucifer was out of the question- the thought of his kindness and his understanding made her feel sick. But then there was Gabriel, and as soon as his name crossed her mind she was possessed with an insane need to see him and know that he was her brother again. The sight of him with hollow eyes and an empty smile was disturbing, to say the least. For some reason, the drive to ensure that he was himself was more urgent than anything, as if something was actually at stake.
She was still where she had been for the past twelve hours: sitting cross-legged on a roof, staring out over the city. The view went on and on, of the distant lake, endless rooftops of all different colors and heights, the enormous Wall curving away around all, and, in the distance, the crystal-clear sight of the Inner City. The circle within that wall was hazy, like heat rising from the desert.
They could not afford to be so alone from one another in this hostile place.
Angel radio was far from pleasant for her in her state. She hadn't used it once since Lucifer mutilated her Grace. Still, there was something familiar about it that, after the two events of this month, was more than welcome as she extended a gentle message to the brother she hadn't seen since the last event. She didn't even know if he knew that she was responsible for Michael and Lucifer fighting.
Gabriel. Calm and assured, despite the real possibility that Gabriel was still the hollow sham of a creature the Animus made him. You should come. It wasn't worded as an order; a rare concession for her. I am no longer affected.
When: Friday morning
Where: On a rooftop somewhere.
Rating: F for Fucked-up people and discussions of violence.
Summary: Raphael has snapped out of the event. She needs to see that Gabriel has, too.
Out of all her experiences in Adstringéndum, waking up from an event in the Temple while Jinx and Castiel braided her hair was unquestionably the strangest. After the initial awkward conversation and graceless transition into the "GET THE FUCK OUT" stage of the sleepover, she spent a decent 12 hours spent meditating shamefully in a dark room somewhere. Once she was able to concentrate through the tattoo of burning pain, Raphael's first thought was brothers. The bruises still on her cheeks and the soreness in her formerly broken shoulder kept her from going back to Michael. She couldn't even think about him without a surge of nausea. Lucifer was out of the question- the thought of his kindness and his understanding made her feel sick. But then there was Gabriel, and as soon as his name crossed her mind she was possessed with an insane need to see him and know that he was her brother again. The sight of him with hollow eyes and an empty smile was disturbing, to say the least. For some reason, the drive to ensure that he was himself was more urgent than anything, as if something was actually at stake.
She was still where she had been for the past twelve hours: sitting cross-legged on a roof, staring out over the city. The view went on and on, of the distant lake, endless rooftops of all different colors and heights, the enormous Wall curving away around all, and, in the distance, the crystal-clear sight of the Inner City. The circle within that wall was hazy, like heat rising from the desert.
They could not afford to be so alone from one another in this hostile place.
Angel radio was far from pleasant for her in her state. She hadn't used it once since Lucifer mutilated her Grace. Still, there was something familiar about it that, after the two events of this month, was more than welcome as she extended a gentle message to the brother she hadn't seen since the last event. She didn't even know if he knew that she was responsible for Michael and Lucifer fighting.
Gabriel. Calm and assured, despite the real possibility that Gabriel was still the hollow sham of a creature the Animus made him. You should come. It wasn't worded as an order; a rare concession for her. I am no longer affected.