Fell Like Stars [Judeo-Christian, Raphael + Gabriel, PG]
Title: Fell Like Stars
Fandom: Judeo-Christian
Characters: Raphael + Gabriel
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for the prompt I must warn you: there will be no happy ending at comment_fic. As far as timelines go (...I have written a fic about angels and am talking about timelines) this is after Lucifer fell and just before the Grigori/Watchers were punished.
Summary: I must warn you: there will be no happy ending.
I must warn you: there will be no happy ending.
(How can there be, when the angels keep rebelling and falling like stars? How can there be, when brother turns against brother and sister claws out the eyes of sister?)
Gabriel finds me coiled into a miserable ball. Presses a suddenly formed hand against my back with such tenderness that I almost want to sob.
“Raphael-“
…Want to sob, for who knows when even that shining hand of a sister-brother will grow claws and swipe at my very being? (It happened with Lucifer, it’ll happen again.)
“I thought that our brother would be the last one to fall,” I whisper, in a miserable tone soaked with tears despite myself, “I thought-“
…I thought wrong, as Gabriel heaves a sigh in a voice that has serenaded our father so sweetly and presses a sword into my hand with fingers that have ripped so bluntly.
There will be no happy ending.
Fandom: Judeo-Christian
Characters: Raphael + Gabriel
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for the prompt I must warn you: there will be no happy ending at comment_fic. As far as timelines go (...I have written a fic about angels and am talking about timelines) this is after Lucifer fell and just before the Grigori/Watchers were punished.
Summary: I must warn you: there will be no happy ending.
I must warn you: there will be no happy ending.
(How can there be, when the angels keep rebelling and falling like stars? How can there be, when brother turns against brother and sister claws out the eyes of sister?)
Gabriel finds me coiled into a miserable ball. Presses a suddenly formed hand against my back with such tenderness that I almost want to sob.
“Raphael-“
…Want to sob, for who knows when even that shining hand of a sister-brother will grow claws and swipe at my very being? (It happened with Lucifer, it’ll happen again.)
“I thought that our brother would be the last one to fall,” I whisper, in a miserable tone soaked with tears despite myself, “I thought-“
…I thought wrong, as Gabriel heaves a sigh in a voice that has serenaded our father so sweetly and presses a sword into my hand with fingers that have ripped so bluntly.
There will be no happy ending.