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Gabriel ([personal profile] trickntreats) wrote in [community profile] caveofsapphires2012-04-10 06:45 pm

suddenly my eyes are open [open]

WHO: Gabriel (Sylvester Wilton) and [OPEN]
WHAT: Gabriel got taken in for a memory-modification. Now he's a little bit weirded out.
WHERE: Sleeping quarters, Bakery, Bar, Temple, streets in-between.
WHEN: Tuesday 10 to Saturday 21 April 2012.

This was one Hell of an elaborate prank. Except that Gabriel was starting to doubt that it was a prank, exactly. Dad wouldn't have thrown him into a place where the inhabitants drilled into his skull. Or experimented on him. Or ... did something Gabriel wasn't quite aware of but which must have happened, because going off to the clinic and then waking up in his quarters without knowing the in-between kind of indicated something happened in the in-between. All at once he remembered the 'dancing alien' prank he'd pulled and wondered if this was in any way similar. Maybe Lucifer had done it, except that Gabriel was fairly sure even Lucifer had no idea where archangels went after they died or how to capture them before they went there.

Maybe this was some kind of archangel's afterlife. If so, Gabriel's only hope was that Luci's turned out worse in the end.

With a groan Gabriel rubbed his temples, trying to wish away the ... it wasn't a throb, exactly. More like a hollow ache. He'd tried to snap it away, naturally, but that had only made the headache worse, so he'd stopped.

"Note to self," he told his reflection in the mirror. "This ain't a game anymore, and pushing the line results in ... in ... something. Just because you've already died apparently doesn't mean it can't happen again. I mean, look at the Winchesters."

With that pep-talk, he staggered to his feet and out the door.

The next five days were, in a word, weird. He still had no idea how to bake, but when he walked into the bakery on Tuesday he found himself automatically pulling out the ingredients for icing and had finished making a multi-tier wedding cake before he realised what he was doing. (Of course, then he had get rid of the excess icing. The cake wasn't actually saleable either, but Gabriel figured he deserved a reward for actually doing some baking and not having it completely burn.)

Tuesday night and Wednesday morning he discovered that powerless archangels in human bodies could, indeed, get sick from eating too much sugar. He made it to work--for a little while--he just didn't get much work done. (Instead he spent most of it looking green and slumped on a chair near the cash-register, with neither the appetite for sweets nor the energy to bake.)

On Thursday after work he went to the bar. If he could get sick, maybe he could get drunk too, and then he could get rid of this niggling uneasiness (fear) that Something Was Wrong. He succeeded in getting drunk quite well, and for a happily oblivious night completely forgot what the hell he was meant to be uneasy about, if anything.

He just didn't make it to work on Friday and spent the day in bed, groaning over the hangover, yelling at anyone who made too much noise and then going back to bed to groan some more.

On Saturday he found the Temple, a tiny little hole in the wall whose only two seats were cut into stone and whose altar sported a couple of thick candles. There was another worshipper, but he left when Gabriel told him to skedaddle, and then the archangel had a very unproductive one-sided conversation with the candles. Anyone passing by might have heard the final rather frustrated and faintly echoing refrain of, "Dad, if you can hear me, get me out of here!"

By Sunday morning something had settled in his mind and he finally became aware that he, in fact, had an extra memory that had been hiding by pretending it belonged there. A memory of baking a multi-tier wedding cake, colour-coordinated with the wedding party, with the mother-in-law hovering over his shoulder. The realisation it was there made him shiver.

He imagined it lurking and giggling, and named it Marie.
tartanisstylish: (drink drank drunk)

[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-04-25 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale, for his part, was entertaining thoughts in entirely the opposite direction of Gabriel's. While he was not convinced that their Father intended to play with him - things still being, on the whole, ineffable - he was also entirely certain that God was not here. Perhaps this was because of the nagging sense of absence that he'd been feeling since un-Armageddon, a feeling that had only intensified upon his arrival here. Had he known better, he would have termed it instinct, but angels were not meant to have instincts, only certainty. It wasn't like they'd evolved, officially, although in Aziraphale's case the case could be made.

He raised one eyebrow just so when he saw Gabriel staring off into space, then the other as well when his tight focus returned. Oh, masks. He was a bit tired of them. "That would be rude," was all he said, sliding the beer across the table and sitting with his wine.

Avoiding Gabriel's eyes for a moment, he looked into the depths of his wineglass. Well. "Human, then," he said under his breath, and toasted nothing in particular, then swallowed too much wine in one go. It might have been a challenge, if he'd been someone else.
tartanisstylish: (just out of frame is a kitten)

[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-04-25 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Break out of the mold in what way?" Aziraphale's lips twitched. "I daresay that if I conformed entirely to your standards you'd be bored. Correct me if I'm wrong." But he was fairly sure he wasn't. He hadn't watched humanity for this long only to have absorbed nothing. Gabriel had sauntered, as it were, sideways and down, and Aziraphale anticipated a certain level both of wickedness and of distractibility.

Sighing, Aziraphale took a slightly more sedate sip of wine and shook his head, just barely. "Nothing shoved me off any cliff. Please give me some credit. I didn't die, I simply . . . arrived here."
tartanisstylish: (that's BOX wine my dear)

[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-04-25 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Laughing under his breath, Aziraphale shrugged. "Well, I can't precisely say it's creative if it's not planned. Believe it or not, my first priority is not to impress you. Though I suppose I'll just have to continue spontaneously surprising you."

With a sigh, he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Oh. That." Squinting up at Gabriel through his fingers, he let his hand fall softly to the table. "As I've said, I didn't Fall. I . . . " Changed? Shifted? "Adjusted?" he said hesitantly. "Over a period of time. I never rebelled. Or questioned."

No, wait, that was a lie. His mouth twisted into odd shapes for a moment, and then "Mostly" spilled out and he let his eyes fall shut. Wine. He drank, and felt better.
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[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-04-26 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale made a face. "So . . . in order to break out of the mold I ought to . . . steer people into cement trucks instead of being courteous?" That was logical, he didn't think. The look he gave Gabriel was extremely stern and entirely serious. One does not steer people into cement trucks. One just doesn't.

Shrugging, he tried to articulate what he meant without explaining the situation entirely, and ended up just stuttering. It was too complicated. He looked towards the ceiling helplessly, then back at Gabriel.

He was tired of this. He was used to being able to do and say more or less what he wanted under Adam's protection. Tapping the bowl of his wineglass with a fingernail irritably, he frowned and said, "Well, I didn't question until everything started falling down around my ears, you know. Not really. Not big questions. But I didn't want the world to end." He paused and added perfunctorily, "It was a very good dream."
tartanisstylish: (sorry but your arse is distracting me)

[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-04-27 11:08 am (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale stared into his wineglass again. This was where it all got complicated. Questioning was so different for everyone. Falling was so different for everyone. It wasn't a matter of here is the line, toe it or you'll Fall; it was a matter of opaquely-defined "right thinking", a certain level of blind obedience, and a complete lack of creativity.

Crowley, for example, had not asked to Fall. He hadn't particularly wanted to Fall. He had, as it were, hung out with the wrong crowd. Crowley wasn't much of a demon at all. And then you had the Metatron, who was cruel while at the same time being entirely boring, and he was the height of holiness. Somewhere on this same spectrum was Aziraphale, who had uncharitable thoughts, who had doubted, who had (though he was loath to admit it) sinned, who was now human - being punished or rewarded or simply having fallen off the radar by accident, he had no way of knowing - and he was an angel, more or less.

What was fair about that?

"They are a tremendously stupid bunch, overall," he said, frowning and not really listening to himself. "They never paid attention. I understand Hell is quite the same. Just a clutch of the Fallen with the same single-minded dedication to . . . the end of everything." He glanced up at Gabriel then, and his expression of polite puzzlement was simultaneously the most and least angelic ever found on a human body. "The world is lovely, though, I don't know why they don't see it."
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[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-04-28 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
While Aziraphale was not particularly fond of television, pizza, pudding, or sex, he took Gabriel's point, although his lips did turn down at the corners slightly at the mention of pudding - really, there were so many better things you could put in your mouth - and sex, simply because he didn't see the appeal. Books, he amended, and tea, and good dinners, and no hosannas, and conversations, real conversations. He didn't say any of this aloud because he was certain Gabriel would make fun of him.

Still, he leaned forward, steepling his fingers. A serious expression settled on his face. "My main confusion," he said, carefully leaving out the part where he had not come to it independently - the idea had been Crowley's, the idea was always Crowley's - "is in the concept that, even if a creation far surpasses its intentions, Plans can't be changed. As if they're set in stone - well, I suppose they are literally set in stone somewhere - but the point is - "

He struggled to find a point. "The point is," he managed at last, "it's not worth it. All the light at the expense of being able to - to learn."
tartanisstylish: (trying to get it but all i hear is stupi)

[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-04-28 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale considered this and took another sip, letting his hand cup the bowl of his wineglass reverently. "It certainly couldn't have hurt," he mused. "I found that my time on Earth provided . . . " He let out a puff of air. "Perspective."

With a quick look at Gabriel - an ancient, cynical look that might have surprised those who'd known him before - he added, "But it would never work. There's pride at stake, after all." Just because pride was a sin did not preclude the Host from feeling its influence. Quite the opposite, in his experience. In fact, the version of Gabriel he was familiar with had been quite prideful indeed (although in that respect he was not yet convinced that this other Gabriel was much different).
tartanisstylish: (drink drank drunk)

[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-04-29 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mm, I don't know about that . . . " Aziraphale brightened slightly, interested in the idea even though, yes, it was impossible, and that really wasn't them anymore. Still. "There's so much of life after childhood. And even if your childhood is wonderful, being an adult can be very unpleasant. It's all a game of chance, really, and a matter of experiencing everything that humans experience."

In other words: taking the good with the bad. Which would be the ultimate stumbling block, of course, because angels were not good at taking the good with the bad. Aziraphale sighed and finished his wine. They were all so . . . stubborn.
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[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-05-01 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"It is a bit." Aziraphale made a sour face, tapping the stem of the glass. As if angels were the superior creation. He wondered what He really thought of them all, sometimes. After all, he had allowed the Apocalypse to be averted - or at least not made a fuss about it, and when God made a fuss, well, it was quite a big fuss. Someone would have noticed. Aziraphale would have noticed.

Glancing up at Gabriel, he studied him for a moment before adding, "Which actually makes me wonder . . . what are the odds of you being here, as opposed to someone more . . . " He waved a hand vaguely. "Traditional. It's strange."
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[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-05-04 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale looked at Gabriel levelly. No, that was not what he thought. "Believe me," he said, raising his eyebrows. "I would not accuse you of that. I'm sure you've been - well. I believe you. I simply meant . . . " He spread his hands in a shrug. "Of all the angels in all of Heaven - Heavens, apparently - the odds would be in favor of choosing two far more put off by the idea of humanity than we are."
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[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-05-04 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't - " Aziraphale frowned. "I don't know that He would do such a thing for no reason."

That was the whole point, of course; he didn't know. He'd been all right - more than all right - with that once, but lately it had been more and more difficult to reconcile with what he felt was right. He certainly didn't see God as a creator capable of toying with his creations for sport, but, well. If not that, then what? And if it was an accident, would it be rectified? That was fine for him, but what about Gabriel?

He rubbed his temple and waved someone over. "Another, please," he muttered, and watched distantly as another glass of the same was fetched. He couldn't think about this sober for much longer.
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[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-05-05 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Frown deepening, Aziraphale leaned forward on his elbows, his gaze intent and focused. This was not a conversation he'd been able to have with anyone before, not even Crowley, because that have been terribly insensitive. Now that he had the opportunity, he was not going to let it go. "Why," he asked, "does being a good son mean not asking questions? And, and staying distant from Creation. And never having ideas. That's barely existence."

As he said it, he realized, in a more concrete way than he ever had before, and, remarkably, without any urge to tamp the realization down, that he had disobeyed in spirit long before Armageddon, before the Arrangement. It had begun with Eden and the gift of fire, but it had evolved over millennia into an engagement with humanity and history and Earth that he hadn't even been conscious of.

Barreling forward recklessly, he spread one hand wide, knuckles of the other going white on the edge of the table. "And stupidly black-and-white thinking, and no interest in anything, and being dull. Why do we have free will if not to use it?"

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