Fic: A New Creation by Lara, G, Gabriel/Castiel, Prompt #7
Title: A New Creation
Author: Lara
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Gabriel/Castiel
Prompt: #7, Gabriel/Castiel--As this darkness turns to dawn.
Spoilers: So far in the past...
Word count: 375
Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm just playing with them.
Warnings: absolutely nothing, so G it's not funny
Summary: The Heavenly Host has been alone since creation but now something new is born and it stirs something in two specific angels.
A/N: This is just odd, but it's the idea I got when I saw the prompt.
They stand there as one--the Heavenly Host--watching as something new emerges. The Silver City is silent, waiting the moment, and all eyes are turned to the black void. Here there is light, but out there is nothing but emptiness. Since their creation, it has been so, but now their Father speaks of his next creation, and they are eager to see it.
In the far distance, a light blinks on. And a second and a third and then a multitude. Little lights in white, gold, red, blue fill the void, terminate the darkness, and as they fill in from the outer edges of the universe to just outside the City itself, they grow in size and definition, until there is one, sitting right below the heart of the City, that is a magnificent yellow and red ball of flame.
They watch as small flares burst from it and fire races over its surface. It is not a perfect sphere.
It is beautiful.
And warm.
There is no heat, no cold, in Heaven, but those nearest the center of the City can feel the warmth leak up from the ball of flame.
And it touches not only what physicality they have, but their essence, their souls, and it warms them as well.
New things happen all at once. The stars light the sky, bringing with them the first dawn, and the angels begin to feel a stirring as the warmth spreads. Heaven fills with their song of joy at the wonder their Father has created, and, for some, at a different, but equally wonderful joy in their very beings.
Two of the Host standing over the newborn sun turn towards each other--an archangel and a warrior angel. A messenger with no messages and a warrior with no wars. They have their designation but no purpose. They have waited patiently for untold time for something they have never missed. They will still wait but the stirring in their souls, the warmth that is new and unusual and intriguing, those they will explore while they do so.
As everything, it is a gift from their Father, and they would never think of refusing. Minds and souls entwine, grace flares, wings spread, and the archangel and the warrior fly, dancing together in the solar flares of the first morning.
End
Author: Lara
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Gabriel/Castiel
Prompt: #7, Gabriel/Castiel--As this darkness turns to dawn.
Spoilers: So far in the past...
Word count: 375
Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm just playing with them.
Warnings: absolutely nothing, so G it's not funny
Summary: The Heavenly Host has been alone since creation but now something new is born and it stirs something in two specific angels.
A/N: This is just odd, but it's the idea I got when I saw the prompt.
They stand there as one--the Heavenly Host--watching as something new emerges. The Silver City is silent, waiting the moment, and all eyes are turned to the black void. Here there is light, but out there is nothing but emptiness. Since their creation, it has been so, but now their Father speaks of his next creation, and they are eager to see it.
In the far distance, a light blinks on. And a second and a third and then a multitude. Little lights in white, gold, red, blue fill the void, terminate the darkness, and as they fill in from the outer edges of the universe to just outside the City itself, they grow in size and definition, until there is one, sitting right below the heart of the City, that is a magnificent yellow and red ball of flame.
They watch as small flares burst from it and fire races over its surface. It is not a perfect sphere.
It is beautiful.
And warm.
There is no heat, no cold, in Heaven, but those nearest the center of the City can feel the warmth leak up from the ball of flame.
And it touches not only what physicality they have, but their essence, their souls, and it warms them as well.
New things happen all at once. The stars light the sky, bringing with them the first dawn, and the angels begin to feel a stirring as the warmth spreads. Heaven fills with their song of joy at the wonder their Father has created, and, for some, at a different, but equally wonderful joy in their very beings.
Two of the Host standing over the newborn sun turn towards each other--an archangel and a warrior angel. A messenger with no messages and a warrior with no wars. They have their designation but no purpose. They have waited patiently for untold time for something they have never missed. They will still wait but the stirring in their souls, the warmth that is new and unusual and intriguing, those they will explore while they do so.
As everything, it is a gift from their Father, and they would never think of refusing. Minds and souls entwine, grace flares, wings spread, and the archangel and the warrior fly, dancing together in the solar flares of the first morning.
End