Lounging about in the Nexus (Open to Friends List-ed people)
The sun is high up in the sky - funny how it always is - the grass smells just like grass and the breeze is warm and comforting and the straw between his teeth tastes like the earth.
Such a beautiful place, this Nexus of worlds and time lines and universes. Gabriel sighs, content, and clasps his hands behind his head as he lies down on the grass. He crosses his ankles, like he is wont to do.
Even angels are allowed some downtime every other decade. He'll make the best of it.
Such a beautiful place, this Nexus of worlds and time lines and universes. Gabriel sighs, content, and clasps his hands behind his head as he lies down on the grass. He crosses his ankles, like he is wont to do.
Even angels are allowed some downtime every other decade. He'll make the best of it.