most of the time, gabril has no proof of the itenty of the last angel to senter the Rom. The brutality of most visites leaves him unsertain as to if it could have been an angel at all. Hec lings to that, does his best not to try and work out the clues. better to play ignorant thatn to reliase that any of his olleges coould be capibbaly of this.
that he's ment to be capabale of this.
non the less, there's something about the mess made to the traitor that sets his nearves on edge. his robe's been remove comepltely, some either showing off, or just wanting to see hwat they've done. and what hey've doone is a beaten azripahle black and blue. his face is battered, but most of the brising is to his torso and thighs. theirs clear heel marks where someone has stomped down on him repeatedly, mostly across his gut and groin, but the worse of it looks liek it has shattered the corperation's hip.
gabriel has to force his mind blank, becuase it wants to fill in the pieces for him. some part of him knows who did this, and Gabriel cannot let the ida form. he's saved from that dilama by something even more horrifing.
when he places a hand on azirpahels gut - he was attmepted to look a te hip - he's horrifed by how... solid.. it is. not that he goes around feleing up chubby angels, but that is not how that area is supposted to feel. even muscle doesn't feel liek that. and azirpahle, face bashed in, eyes barely able to opne, makes a wet wheezing sound at the pressure, tears flowing easily.
Gabriels not sure he's ever seen an angel cry before.
he rushes to micheal, worred - and it turns out rightfully so. internal bleeding liek that will kill the body, renering all this pointless. micheal still refuses to let azirpahle out - but has a few of her more discreet angels deal wit h it. gabriel doesn't mean to spy, but he finds himself unable to let it go. he wastched the minions gather the fluffy filiment that lingers around heaven, by products of creation. the humans convuse them with clouds, and no angel has bothred to correct them. but they are the raw elemnts of eveything,a nd also linger with traces of the Almgihtly herself.
they easy pass intot he Room, and unlike angfels who are trapped within their mortal limitations, the filiment remains as holy as it was utside. they forse it though the flesh to the ruptures under the skin - aziphale scremaing each time. they don't however, let it near his face. they don't let it heal his beaten features, amputated tonge or torn raw throat.
just enough to heal what would be fatal.
just enough to keep the body for dying, but not enough for nay comfort for the one ocuping it.
the only this worse is that micheal lightly chasized him for letting it get that far. at first, gabril doens't realise what she's implying. not until she waves off the complaint with thanking him for owning up to going overbaord and not trying to hide it case it worsesnted.
she thoguht He'd done this. and why wouldn't she? he'd been just as ready to exicute aziphle after the humilation on the airfield. he'd been more than ready to end another angels existance with hellfire. even the Almightly had never unamde an angel - just... kicked them out.
that he's ment to be capabale of this.
non the less, there's something about the mess made to the traitor that sets his nearves on edge. his robe's been remove comepltely, some either showing off, or just wanting to see hwat they've done. and what hey've doone is a beaten azripahle black and blue. his face is battered, but most of the brising is to his torso and thighs. theirs clear heel marks where someone has stomped down on him repeatedly, mostly across his gut and groin, but the worse of it looks liek it has shattered the corperation's hip.
gabriel has to force his mind blank, becuase it wants to fill in the pieces for him. some part of him knows who did this, and Gabriel cannot let the ida form. he's saved from that dilama by something even more horrifing.
when he places a hand on azirpahels gut - he was attmepted to look a te hip - he's horrifed by how... solid.. it is. not that he goes around feleing up chubby angels, but that is not how that area is supposted to feel. even muscle doesn't feel liek that. and azirpahle, face bashed in, eyes barely able to opne, makes a wet wheezing sound at the pressure, tears flowing easily.
Gabriels not sure he's ever seen an angel cry before.
he rushes to micheal, worred - and it turns out rightfully so. internal bleeding liek that will kill the body, renering all this pointless. micheal still refuses to let azirpahle out - but has a few of her more discreet angels deal wit h it. gabriel doesn't mean to spy, but he finds himself unable to let it go. he wastched the minions gather the fluffy filiment that lingers around heaven, by products of creation. the humans convuse them with clouds, and no angel has bothred to correct them. but they are the raw elemnts of eveything,a nd also linger with traces of the Almgihtly herself.
they easy pass intot he Room, and unlike angfels who are trapped within their mortal limitations, the filiment remains as holy as it was utside. they forse it though the flesh to the ruptures under the skin - aziphale scremaing each time. they don't however, let it near his face. they don't let it heal his beaten features, amputated tonge or torn raw throat.
just enough to heal what would be fatal.
just enough to keep the body for dying, but not enough for nay comfort for the one ocuping it.
the only this worse is that micheal lightly chasized him for letting it get that far. at first, gabril doens't realise what she's implying. not until she waves off the complaint with thanking him for owning up to going overbaord and not trying to hide it case it worsesnted.
she thoguht He'd done this. and why wouldn't she? he'd been just as ready to exicute aziphle after the humilation on the airfield. he'd been more than ready to end another angels existance with hellfire. even the Almightly had never unamde an angel - just... kicked them out.