"She's bigger than any housecat kitten has a right to be," Gabriel pointed out, and then grinned. "Oh, I will. Hey there, Bombalurina!" He scratched her behind the ears again, pointedly, an acknowledgement of her new christening.
He had been happier. Distracted. Until then.
The Archangel's expression faltered. The fact was that he was a talker, which wasn't something he'd ever denied. The problem was that he talked, constantly, as a cover for everything else that he'd rather be doing and couldn't because it was just too painful. Like instead of using words as a ward, using them in a song, or using them in a story. (A story for his little brothers as he made up things that his older brothers had never actually ... well, mostly ... done.)
And the fact was that she was right. He'd lived for a long time. And lot of it had been horrible.
The Archangel forced a smile up. "Sure, whatever. Any preferences, or am I just going to snap one up out of the ether like everything else?"
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He had been happier. Distracted. Until then.
The Archangel's expression faltered. The fact was that he was a talker, which wasn't something he'd ever denied. The problem was that he talked, constantly, as a cover for everything else that he'd rather be doing and couldn't because it was just too painful. Like instead of using words as a ward, using them in a song, or using them in a story. (A story for his little brothers as he made up things that his older brothers had never actually ... well, mostly ... done.)
And the fact was that she was right. He'd lived for a long time. And lot of it had been horrible.
The Archangel forced a smile up. "Sure, whatever. Any preferences, or am I just going to snap one up out of the ether like everything else?"