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we were born into this fight and no one makes it out alive
ind. archangel gabriel from syfy's dominion
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It’s immediate, Gabriel’s impression of the other. Rather odd, actually. And what a shame he can’t  see the grace of this angel, or even know he’s an  angel as well. Gabriel is unaware of the luminous and the divine light. It’s a missing beauty. 

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“Come now, you already know I am not human. Surely someone as quick witted as you would be able to guess.”

A smirk plays on Gabriel’s lips and the angel blade does not deter him. He raises his hand in a friendly gesture, opening himself up to vulnerability as well as a semi symbolic sign of surrender. Though he’d never actually do that; surrendering is never a choice.

He sighs and eyes roll. The archangel doesn’t give the other any time to respond, but at the same time his answer is vague and barely answers Balthazar’s question.

“I’m an archangel.”

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“You should see yourself. It’s a rather strange symbiosis that you have going on  there. Like colors that don’t exactly fit together. Or a Grace put in the blender with a soul. It’s…”

He lowers his blade, not because he trusts, but because the threat isn’t immediate, not right now. He’s not feeling better about it, however.

An archangel.

Right.

That actually makes sense. He can feel the power, his Grace actually warned him, but there’s still this problem right before his nose: this isn’t a vessel. That’s what puts him in such a confusion.

This is not normal.

Nor natural.

“I have lots of brothers, brother, none of them being quite like you. I’d like to say you’re more handsome, but that’s not exactly what I mean.”

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He glances at the blade in the other’s hand and finds amusement in the fact it’s being lowered. Gabriel’s lips twitch in a half smile, wondering if there’s some kind of solidarity in the comfort of finding someone who’s similar to you. In this case, somehow they’re not both human.

“If this helps any at all...I’m the better brother.”

Gabriel attempts a flirtatious eyebrow wiggle, as is it’s in his nature. After all, the vessel standing before him has appealing...features.

“If that doesn’t ring a bell...My name is Gabriel.”

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“Not so much avoiding as….well yeah okay, avoiding. But don’t feel bad, I’m avoiding Michael too if it makes you feel any better.”

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“Hm. I suppose it does help. I thought you two fixed whatever emotional thing that was going on between the both of you.”

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Maybe I'm trying to fool myself.

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We all have been fooled and are fooling ourselves.Such a blissful thing, I would observe. If only we could continue to lie and live in this playing pretend.We both want everything to return to what it once was, butthat can never happen. We mustn’t dream too long for realitymay become blurred into our wishful thinking and perhapsin that, we lose ourselves more than we already have.And then we could never be found again.

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His eyes stopped on a rather strange phenomenon. It was an angel, or so the familiarity his Grace felt told him it was, but it also wasn’t because he wasn’t met with any Grace he knew or any form of Grace he was used to feel.

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It didn’t take him long to get his angel blade out of his sleeve.

“My, my, would you look at that. It’s an ape, but not an ape, but an ape.”

He tilted his head.

“What exactly are you?”

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It’s immediate, Gabriel’s impression of the other. Rather odd, actually. And what a shame he can’t  see the grace of this angel, or even know he’s an  angel as well. Gabriel is unaware of the luminous and the divine light. It’s a missing beauty. 

Image

“Come now, you already know I am not human. Surely someone as quick witted as you would be able to guess.”

A smirk plays on Gabriel’s lips and the angel blade does not deter him. He raises his hand in a friendly gesture, opening himself up to vulnerability as well as a semi symbolic sign of surrender. Though he’d never actually do that; surrendering is never a choice.

He sighs and eyes roll. The archangel doesn’t give the other any time to respond, but at the same time his answer is vague and barely answers Balthazar’s question.

“I’m an archangel.”

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