trickntreats: (do you fear the things you love)
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: (no no i'm fine. really.)

[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-05-06 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
The small smile that had come to his face at Gabriel's joke drained away very quickly indeed. He hadn't enough practice lying. He wasn't good at putting walls back up once they'd been taken down, which, tonight, he'd allowed. And yet he couldn't tell Gabriel the truth. In the event that Crowley was here, somewhere, it could compromise his safety. No matter the differences between the Gabriel he'd known and the Gabriel sitting in front of him, the man was still an archangel, and telling the truth was simply too dangerous for everyone concerned.

Now if only he had a decent cover story, and knew how to lie without giving himself away.

"I associated with humans," he said, as the waiter returned with their drinks. "Human. He knew who I was. He - helped, at the end of the world. He helped me, in general." For a moment he felt fragile and uncomfortable, because it was true, except for the human part. "He was my friend."

The tumbler of scotch was solid in his hand as he raised it to his lips and drank. When he lowered it to the table again, it made a subdued thunk, and brought him back to himself just enough for him to add, "But it's probably better that he's not here, all things considered."

Now it was just a matter of hoping Gabriel believed him. Aziraphale glanced away into the crowd, looking again for that odd glimmer of sick familiarity to be found in Famine's presence, and, on not seeing him, turned back to Gabriel and the table and his scotch with a sigh.
tartanisstylish: (get mummy some aspirin & rum pls)

[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-05-07 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
A soft spot. Wasn't that such an understatement. Still, Aziraphale crooked his lips in a tired smile and nodded. "I suppose you could say that." Really, though, he had never articulated, or even tried to articulate, to another being the importance of Crowley's presence, the comfort in knowing that he was nearby or at least on the same physical plane. Crowley had, in an odd way, been a physical manifestation of hope, a snidely optimistic, occasionally tiresome, secretly kind creature that Aziraphale had never understood the way he thought he might understand a human, but without whom he was, he had to admit, drifting a bit.

Still. He'd heard of it happening, with humans, and from Gabriel's expression he had personal experience, so that was the story he would stick to for the moment.
tartanisstylish: (gettin' krunk)

[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-05-09 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale laughed under his breath. What had it been? Crowley'd tried tempting him to bigger things, back when they first knew each other, before the Arrangement, but the first thing that had been successful . . .

He pushed his tumbler forward about an inch, raised an eyebrow, then pulled it back and drank. "Did you honestly think I took to drink of my own volition?" he asked, grinning a bit, and let it fall back to the table with a clunk.
tartanisstylish: (that's not ACTUALLY your opinion . . .)

[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-05-10 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a . . . vice that deserves a lot of attention," he allows, and then poorly conceals his reaction to the sex thing, which was just going to keep coming up, no matter what he did, wasn't it? To his credit, he did not flush, or at least not any more than could be blamed on the liquor.

He tried out various responses in his head and finally settled on, "Oh," which, he was quite sure, was not the right one. At least he hadn't spilled his drink this time. He was improving? Sort of?
tartanisstylish: (j'accuse!!)

[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-05-11 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"My idiot - no," the angel stuttered, sitting back in his seat and glaring righteously at Gabriel. "No, he very much doesn't. That's not - no. And it's none of your business whether - oh, and that's answered your question."

He huffed and looked away. It would just keep happening no matter what. This was absurd. Why everyone was so fixated on their genitals he absolutely couldn't fathom.
tartanisstylish: (i suspect you're an idiot)

[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-05-11 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh Somebody, this was horrifying.

"Well, I'm glad I've provided you with some comic relief!" Aziraphale said sharply, and took a breath, finished his scotch, and waved over a server again impatiently. Politeness was all well and good, but he hadn't had nearly enough to drink for this stupid conversation.

"Do you always badger people about their sexual histories?" he said. "Or am I just very special?"

He would not dignify the bit about the - young ladies with any sort of response. It didn't deserve it.
tartanisstylish: (did you lose the banks account you dip)

[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-05-12 11:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I've seen enough," Aziraphale said, words pulled from between gritted teeth - because 'enough' was a subjective measure so perhaps he could get away with it - "but there's a major difference between seeing and deriving any sort of - enjoyment from it. And my time with Caligula was not recreational, believe you me." He shuddered delicately. "I was trying to save lives. Thwart evil, and things. Sometimes work took me less than savory places."

There had been a few times, a few people with the Lord in their souls, whom he'd attempted to help (in the most bumbling and accidentally judgmental way possible) get out of the trade. Generally they hadn't been receptive. Then again, he never really had any money to offer and the job market in Caligula's time in particular had been grim. Obviously. Still, he'd tried. While studiously avoiding eye contact. It really wasn't his place, it was a human thing.

Cognitive dissonance being what it was, he had temporarily forgotten that he was human now, and would likely continue to have selective amnesia on that front.
tartanisstylish: (i'd rather you didn't thanks)

[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-05-13 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale sighed. "Your definition of 'roadtest' is remarkably specific," he managed, and refused to look directly at Gabriel. He wished the archangel would sit still. Also stop talking, ideally, but of course that wasn't going to happen.

Rubbing his temple as the server approached, he took his refreshed scotch and held it close like a child or a lifeline, then swallowed half of it in one gulp. He still wouldn't look at Gabriel as he said, "I've never seen the appeal, honestly. It just seems - messy. Unnecessary. Base. Not really a tempting prospect."
Edited 2012-05-13 22:27 (UTC)
tartanisstylish: (oh i didn't see you there)

[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-05-14 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't mock me," he said mildly, though of course he was used to it, and he wasn't surprised. That didn't mean he'd put up with it.

He focused on the table while Gabriel spoke, allowing himself a few measured sips as he considered the archangel's words. Aside from this conversation being one of the most embarrassing of his existence, Aziraphale had to admit that his time as a pagan god had given Gabriel time to perfect persuasion. It didn't sound patently unpleasant, at the very least, although part of this might have been because Gabriel was not being particularly graphic.

Still, there was something about what the archangel was describing that seemed incomplete - and certainly not worth it. (That and the comparison to mud wrestling was not well-received. He'd had enough of mud for all time by the sixth century and had been thankful when humans invented the shower.) He shrugged and glanced up at Gabriel for the first time in several minutes with a gentle smile. "I suppose I'll have to take your word for it."
Edited 2012-05-14 03:57 (UTC)
tartanisstylish: (shit my hair is falling flat)

[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-05-16 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
Had Gabriel mentioned those other things, Aziraphale might have paused and stopped thinking for a moment and considered the possibility, the validity of that kind of connection. After all, what else were they here for if not to create connections, to become, in their own ways, human? He could at least have used it as an excuse. He would at least have thought about it; the idea would have niggled at the edge of his mind.

Instead he dismissed it. Hedonism was not his cup of tea, or so he liked to tell himself, and as such he refused to think about this topic any longer.

"I'll take the mockery, then," he said, with a firm but friendly smile. "You can corrupt me any way you like but that one. It simply won't work."
tartanisstylish: (drink drank drunk)

[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-05-16 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Aziraphale grimaced briefly and was tempted to tell Gabriel exactly what Crowley looked like, snake-y attributes included, if only to shut him up for longer than five seconds. He didn't, of course, but it would have been so satisfying, and it would probably have gotten them onto a different (albeit more dangerous) conversation topic.

"I did tell you it wouldn't work," he said. "Why do you think I'd give you tools to trick me into it if I don't want to do it?"

His glass was solid in his hand and the scotch burned slightly on the way down, although less than it had been doing earlier. It was so odd not to be able to control this. Still, it was a distraction, which was welcome, given the melancholy that was beginning to slip over him. He did not want to talk about Crowley any longer. He really didn't.
tartanisstylish: (do go on)

i see those feels gabe.

[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-05-17 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
Sitting back slightly, Aziraphale gave Gabriel a warm, if slightly unfocused, smile. The change in topic was noted and appreciated, although he kept his mouth shut about it. He was already getting the sense that drawing attention to Gabriel's more gracious impulses would only make him defensive.

With his fingers still curled around the outside of his glass, he tapped perfect nails against the etched designs, then let his hand fall flat on the table. There was nothing to hide, really.

"I stayed away from the major fires - " Except for the one that had burnt his shop to a crisp, of course, but that was only major to him. " - and had very little to do with kings. Other than that, I kept to myself." He smiled again. "It's a really fascinating place. Lots of history. Of course, I watched it all happen, so perhaps history is the wrong word."
tartanisstylish: (are you there god? it's me john)

[personal profile] tartanisstylish 2012-05-18 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Pasts are interesting things," Aziraphale said neutrally. He had mixed feelings about his, for lack of a better word, life. There'd been a lot of missed opportunities, some time wasted, but also a good deal of certainty that he had to admit he sometimes missed nowadays. Of course, he was also certain of new things now. Companionship, protection, "the morning sun of heaven" - on Earth, but near enough and lovely enough to be the same thing. Continued existence. Contentment.

He shook his head slightly. He was being sentimental.

"History is important to people, though," he added, shaking his head more vigorously at Gabriel's last comment. "I think it might be hard to know who you are without it, if you're - not us."

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