[He's relieved when she dismisses him. It's hard to tear himself away from something that familiar, simply because Gabriel doesn't often find things that are. He's been on Earth for a long time, but angels are still much more familiar than anything on his Father's last masterpiece. Or are they? He's been away so long, maybe they're becoming more foreign. Perhaps talking to Amitiel again had just been an attack of nostalgia.
Still, that headache worries him. So instead of simply leaving Amitiel to what life she'd have before the Apocalypse, he stays in the area. He's not surprised to learn that she's a journalist, and even less surprised that her knack for the truth has ruffled some feathers. (Pun fully intended, and he feels proud of it as it comes to mind.) He even snoops on where she lives — he tells himself it's just so that he can come find her in the coming End of Days, as it were — and encounters that very human of things, the boyfriend.
And okay, he's not that bad-looking, props to her, but he's also making out with another girl when Gabriel stumbles invisibly across him. That doesn't earn him any points whatsoever. In fact, he regularly makes a show out of people like this. But he doesn't act, and simply logs that information away for another time. When, he's not sure. He knows he should leave.
But he doesn't.
Gabriel watches "Amelia" leave the apartment, and debates following for a very long moment. But it's just a show for himself, because he follows her with a ruffle of wings that her boyfriend — engrossed in Call of Duty — doesn't hear. Good thing, too, because he senses the demons as he spreads his wings, and his Archangel Blade is in his hand in short order.
There aren't too many options. One can't smite demons on the downlow. And he can't leave her to them, as they're advancing quickly. Father only knows what they'd do to an angel without her Grace. Science experiments that would make scientists shudder, probably. So Gabriel lands behind them, his three sets of wings visible in the shadows, a cold smile on his face.]
Evening, fellas.
[They turn, exasperated. One of them even has a "Listen, buddy," on the tip of his tongue. It never becomes anything else, because Gabriel puts his blade between the first demon's ribs and the second demon turns the color of spoiled milk as he recognizes what Gabriel must be.]
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Still, that headache worries him. So instead of simply leaving Amitiel to what life she'd have before the Apocalypse, he stays in the area. He's not surprised to learn that she's a journalist, and even less surprised that her knack for the truth has ruffled some feathers. (Pun fully intended, and he feels proud of it as it comes to mind.) He even snoops on where she lives — he tells himself it's just so that he can come find her in the coming End of Days, as it were — and encounters that very human of things, the boyfriend.
And okay, he's not that bad-looking, props to her, but he's also making out with another girl when Gabriel stumbles invisibly across him. That doesn't earn him any points whatsoever. In fact, he regularly makes a show out of people like this. But he doesn't act, and simply logs that information away for another time. When, he's not sure. He knows he should leave.
But he doesn't.
Gabriel watches "Amelia" leave the apartment, and debates following for a very long moment. But it's just a show for himself, because he follows her with a ruffle of wings that her boyfriend — engrossed in Call of Duty — doesn't hear. Good thing, too, because he senses the demons as he spreads his wings, and his Archangel Blade is in his hand in short order.
There aren't too many options. One can't smite demons on the downlow. And he can't leave her to them, as they're advancing quickly. Father only knows what they'd do to an angel without her Grace. Science experiments that would make scientists shudder, probably. So Gabriel lands behind them, his three sets of wings visible in the shadows, a cold smile on his face.]
Evening, fellas.
[They turn, exasperated. One of them even has a "Listen, buddy," on the tip of his tongue. It never becomes anything else, because Gabriel puts his blade between the first demon's ribs and the second demon turns the color of spoiled milk as he recognizes what Gabriel must be.]