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Day 3 - 278 words - Prompt: Falling
he's not afraid of falling.
Sure there is the worry he might, but that's never been in the for front of him thoughts. He's assured in his belief that under all their bureaucracy, there is an actual plan. It's just.. It's ineffable. That’s all h can say on the matter. nearly form the beginning of his existence, he has not understood the why of what he'd asked to do, but none the less he as done so. because there must *be* a plan, surly?
so no, he's never been afraid of falling. and even when he was pretty sure he was going to fall, he wasn't afraid then.
no, what the other angels, and even Crowley to an extent don't understand is that the thing he feared the most was being alone. he was afraid that he would be shunned, written off as no longer worth the energy to deal with.
Ignored.
and it very nearly happened, long before he could put into words to his fears. he's not sure what exactly was his misstep, but he noticed, pone by one the other angels being recalled back to heaven for rest. shifts of angels rotated out, and he feared the answer on why he was never asked to come home.
it was a relief, when Gabriel would call upon him in for a report, or even a reprimand, because that meant they hadn't forgotten about him.
even if he noticed as the centuries rolled on that Gabriel would come to him more often than calling him home for an update.
with increasing isolation creeping around him; was it little wonder that he clunged to any friendly face.
even if it was the bright face of a demon?
Sure there is the worry he might, but that's never been in the for front of him thoughts. He's assured in his belief that under all their bureaucracy, there is an actual plan. It's just.. It's ineffable. That’s all h can say on the matter. nearly form the beginning of his existence, he has not understood the why of what he'd asked to do, but none the less he as done so. because there must *be* a plan, surly?
so no, he's never been afraid of falling. and even when he was pretty sure he was going to fall, he wasn't afraid then.
no, what the other angels, and even Crowley to an extent don't understand is that the thing he feared the most was being alone. he was afraid that he would be shunned, written off as no longer worth the energy to deal with.
Ignored.
and it very nearly happened, long before he could put into words to his fears. he's not sure what exactly was his misstep, but he noticed, pone by one the other angels being recalled back to heaven for rest. shifts of angels rotated out, and he feared the answer on why he was never asked to come home.
it was a relief, when Gabriel would call upon him in for a report, or even a reprimand, because that meant they hadn't forgotten about him.
even if he noticed as the centuries rolled on that Gabriel would come to him more often than calling him home for an update.
with increasing isolation creeping around him; was it little wonder that he clunged to any friendly face.
even if it was the bright face of a demon?