[closed/complete]
Characters: Gabriel [divine_strength] & Metatron [usiah]
Date/Time: Today afternoon.
Location: Igraine and Gabriel's home.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: Metatron comes check on Gabriel, he's not pleased... but Lamby makes everything better.
Gabriel sat up the best he could against his pillows as his brother entered. Other than Uriel and Michael stopping by when they could, he hadn't had any visitors. He assured his sister that he was awake enough to see Metatron after she tucked in a warmer quilt over his legs and making sure he was alright. His chest was sore but he was feeling more rested, enough to give the other angel a soft smile as he entered. Lamby looked up as well from where he was sitting with his legs tucked in near Gabriel's feet, ears perked up with curiosity.
"Brother, it is good to see you once more," Gabriel said honestly as he settled back against the pillows once more, comfortable.
Metatron was a lean man, who at times was more unkempt (giving him a slightly homeless-person apperance) but right now, he had bothered to tidy himself a bit. It was not because his looks mattered, or because he remotely cared about the opinion of Gabriel's mortal sister- far from it- he did it because he felt it appropriate. For Gabriel's peace of mind.
He had greeted Lamby with a small piece of apple before turning his full attention to Gabriel. "Are you being taken care of properly?"
Gabriel smiled softly as he watched as Lamby ate up the apple happily before looking back at his brother, gesturing for him to sit in a nearby chair.
"I have, my sister has made sure of that very well," he reassured him. "Michael and Uriel have also been looking after me when they are able to as well."
Metatron didn't speak for a few moments, it was no big secret that he disapproved of the closeness between angels and non-angels, but he made no comment on the matter. As long as Gabriel was being looked after, he could leave some things alone. As long as He did not command otherwise. "I prefer to stand." Sometimes, he spent far too much time sitting, and he liked being where he was, he could survey Gabriel's injuries without needing to lean too close.
It was perhaps silly, but he worried that if he got too close to Gabriel, his brother may break. The voice of God usually voiced only His thoughts, never his own, and this was an ongoing habit, even now.
"And Berith?"
Gabriel looked thoughtful at that. "I never have spoken to the demon, he hasn't sought me out either that I know of," he said after a moment. He didn't remember seeing Berith when Na'amah had him but he also knew at points he had passed in and out of consciousness so it was hard to be certain. "Uriel said that he and Michael are watching him though so they hopefully will know if he tries anything again."
Metatron reached over, fingers brushing Gabriel's shoulder. Calm, he had to remain calm because His voice should not give into rage (yet this was righteous anger, that was not a sin). Peace of mind was the most important thing for his brother, so regardless, Metatron tucked away his anger for later. "Did he say anything in particular?"
Yes, he figured Michael and Uriel had already asked this, but Metatron wanted to hear things himself. Perhaps, if he heard things from Gabriel directly, He would be more inclined to answer.
"I wasn't there when Berith spoken to Uriel and Michael and I haven't been able to see what is happening on the community recently," he admitted. He knew he was out of the loop but he knew it was for the best while he recovered, he trusted his brothers without needing to know the details from them. "Michael and Uriel would know more, I'm sorry," he confessed.
Perhaps he should speak to Berith himself, though Metatron disliked (and by dislike he meant that he had psychotic hatred for demons; best keep them away) the thought of conversing with Berith. "You do not need to apologize." Finally, the Voice sat down on the chair, leg crossed over the other as he surveyed Gabriel. While his stare could make people uncomfortable, this was not intentional. "I am glad you are safe and recovering." There was affection in his tone, present but subtle.
Metatron had his issues, both because of being what he was and having lived as a mortal. Yet he was not emotionally stunted as say... a certain Grail knight, just reserved, "Is there something you need?"
Gabriel smile a little more when Metatron sat own. He caught the subtle affection in his brother's voice and it made him happy. He was used to the other angels not being as expressive as he was, and it was not something he minded. "Thank you, Metatron. It's been slow but every day getting a little better."
"It helps that you are here, that is all I can ask," he said kindly, meaning every word. "but how have you been, brother?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Well enough." Neither the truth nor a lie, "Please do not concern yourself with me, just focus on getting better." His ongoing issues, and troubles were not a burden to be shared with Gabriel while he was so fragile (and admittedly, Metatron felt - much like with Samael- that he was responsible for these two especially). "Lamby is getting big." It had been a while since he'd last seen the ball of fluff.
"He is growing fast, I haven't been able to pick him up for a month now since he's too heavy for me to lift," he admitted with a smile, looking at where Lamby now lay across his feet watching the two angels intently. "He's still very playful, I got him a soccer ball that he loves to run around with and butt with his head," he said with a soft laugh.
Even Metatron looked amused at the mental image, "I'm glad he's keeping you company." He could understand the appeal of Lamby, cute- fuzzy, loving. He wasn't sure he could ever have a pet of his own, but Metatron had Samyaza... he counted as something. Not sure what.
"Do you want me to fetch you some tea, brother? Please don't hesitate to tell me when you require rest."
"He is always good company and a joy, I am thankful to have him," Gabriel admitted. He shook his head, shifting a little against his pillows. "It's alright, I sleep on and off during the day so it's nice to be awake and sitting up for a bit," he said with a reassuring smile. He was tired but he also wasn't ready to try to sleep just yet. "Tea would be nice though, that is very kind of you, brother."
For the first time, Metatron gave a small smile. "Then I'll make us both some tea." He didn't say anything further but got up to do as said. When your voice is never your own, what do you say? It was easier to speak His words; the line between His words and Metatron's own thoughts had been blurred a long time ago. Now, when he thought, he hesitated. Every step he waited for His voice to be able to speak.
At least with actions he could still look after his brothers.
Date/Time: Today afternoon.
Location: Igraine and Gabriel's home.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Summary: Metatron comes check on Gabriel, he's not pleased... but Lamby makes everything better.
Gabriel sat up the best he could against his pillows as his brother entered. Other than Uriel and Michael stopping by when they could, he hadn't had any visitors. He assured his sister that he was awake enough to see Metatron after she tucked in a warmer quilt over his legs and making sure he was alright. His chest was sore but he was feeling more rested, enough to give the other angel a soft smile as he entered. Lamby looked up as well from where he was sitting with his legs tucked in near Gabriel's feet, ears perked up with curiosity.
"Brother, it is good to see you once more," Gabriel said honestly as he settled back against the pillows once more, comfortable.
Metatron was a lean man, who at times was more unkempt (giving him a slightly homeless-person apperance) but right now, he had bothered to tidy himself a bit. It was not because his looks mattered, or because he remotely cared about the opinion of Gabriel's mortal sister- far from it- he did it because he felt it appropriate. For Gabriel's peace of mind.
He had greeted Lamby with a small piece of apple before turning his full attention to Gabriel. "Are you being taken care of properly?"
Gabriel smiled softly as he watched as Lamby ate up the apple happily before looking back at his brother, gesturing for him to sit in a nearby chair.
"I have, my sister has made sure of that very well," he reassured him. "Michael and Uriel have also been looking after me when they are able to as well."
Metatron didn't speak for a few moments, it was no big secret that he disapproved of the closeness between angels and non-angels, but he made no comment on the matter. As long as Gabriel was being looked after, he could leave some things alone. As long as He did not command otherwise. "I prefer to stand." Sometimes, he spent far too much time sitting, and he liked being where he was, he could survey Gabriel's injuries without needing to lean too close.
It was perhaps silly, but he worried that if he got too close to Gabriel, his brother may break. The voice of God usually voiced only His thoughts, never his own, and this was an ongoing habit, even now.
"And Berith?"
Gabriel looked thoughtful at that. "I never have spoken to the demon, he hasn't sought me out either that I know of," he said after a moment. He didn't remember seeing Berith when Na'amah had him but he also knew at points he had passed in and out of consciousness so it was hard to be certain. "Uriel said that he and Michael are watching him though so they hopefully will know if he tries anything again."
Metatron reached over, fingers brushing Gabriel's shoulder. Calm, he had to remain calm because His voice should not give into rage (yet this was righteous anger, that was not a sin). Peace of mind was the most important thing for his brother, so regardless, Metatron tucked away his anger for later. "Did he say anything in particular?"
Yes, he figured Michael and Uriel had already asked this, but Metatron wanted to hear things himself. Perhaps, if he heard things from Gabriel directly, He would be more inclined to answer.
"I wasn't there when Berith spoken to Uriel and Michael and I haven't been able to see what is happening on the community recently," he admitted. He knew he was out of the loop but he knew it was for the best while he recovered, he trusted his brothers without needing to know the details from them. "Michael and Uriel would know more, I'm sorry," he confessed.
Perhaps he should speak to Berith himself, though Metatron disliked (and by dislike he meant that he had psychotic hatred for demons; best keep them away) the thought of conversing with Berith. "You do not need to apologize." Finally, the Voice sat down on the chair, leg crossed over the other as he surveyed Gabriel. While his stare could make people uncomfortable, this was not intentional. "I am glad you are safe and recovering." There was affection in his tone, present but subtle.
Metatron had his issues, both because of being what he was and having lived as a mortal. Yet he was not emotionally stunted as say... a certain Grail knight, just reserved, "Is there something you need?"
Gabriel smile a little more when Metatron sat own. He caught the subtle affection in his brother's voice and it made him happy. He was used to the other angels not being as expressive as he was, and it was not something he minded. "Thank you, Metatron. It's been slow but every day getting a little better."
"It helps that you are here, that is all I can ask," he said kindly, meaning every word. "but how have you been, brother?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Well enough." Neither the truth nor a lie, "Please do not concern yourself with me, just focus on getting better." His ongoing issues, and troubles were not a burden to be shared with Gabriel while he was so fragile (and admittedly, Metatron felt - much like with Samael- that he was responsible for these two especially). "Lamby is getting big." It had been a while since he'd last seen the ball of fluff.
"He is growing fast, I haven't been able to pick him up for a month now since he's too heavy for me to lift," he admitted with a smile, looking at where Lamby now lay across his feet watching the two angels intently. "He's still very playful, I got him a soccer ball that he loves to run around with and butt with his head," he said with a soft laugh.
Even Metatron looked amused at the mental image, "I'm glad he's keeping you company." He could understand the appeal of Lamby, cute- fuzzy, loving. He wasn't sure he could ever have a pet of his own, but Metatron had Samyaza... he counted as something. Not sure what.
"Do you want me to fetch you some tea, brother? Please don't hesitate to tell me when you require rest."
"He is always good company and a joy, I am thankful to have him," Gabriel admitted. He shook his head, shifting a little against his pillows. "It's alright, I sleep on and off during the day so it's nice to be awake and sitting up for a bit," he said with a reassuring smile. He was tired but he also wasn't ready to try to sleep just yet. "Tea would be nice though, that is very kind of you, brother."
For the first time, Metatron gave a small smile. "Then I'll make us both some tea." He didn't say anything further but got up to do as said. When your voice is never your own, what do you say? It was easier to speak His words; the line between His words and Metatron's own thoughts had been blurred a long time ago. Now, when he thought, he hesitated. Every step he waited for His voice to be able to speak.
At least with actions he could still look after his brothers.