#gabrielthemessanger

                                          SABRIEL + ARCHMOOSE  / @gabrielthemessanger

          “come on...!” she cried out, at the owls, at no one, at anyone. “gimme a city. a tiny one! a small town? a village?! humans! humanoid creatures kind enough not to want to murder my ass! humanoid creatures kind enough not to want to murder my ass who have houses and beds! food i can steal!”

                                                           again, she has stumbled upon the expansive lore collection her mother had gathered throughout the years. she was always so terribly curious, sometimes too much so for her own good. one subject she was thoroughly curious about, was herself. having found a book on angels, fingertips delicately flip through the pages as cobalt hues skim over images of these all-powerful beings smiting monsters. these images, they looked to be old paintings put into a book. it was all too incredibly baffling. was she, too, capable of such fury? in reality, she was capable of much more than what any book, website, or entity could tell her. biting her bottom lip, her hand laid flat upon the picture she had last observed; it was a glorious rendering of the archangel named michael; yielding a rather impressively-sized sword. shaking her head, she still could not believe she was not only related to this creature; but he was her uncle. she quickly diverted her attention from it, allowing it to then go to her father. she would hope that he would not be angry with her for doing as she was. she offered him an apologetic smile. aurora then gradually shut the book before standing to her feet,  “   -- hey, daddy... “     

                                                                    though she is the one responsible for the chaos, loudness, destruction, she cannot help but to jump as the sounds of things breaking filled the air. a few tears trickle down her cheeks, for she was visibly upset. hands find their way to chestnut locks, holding her head in her confusion. her attention then diverts to her beloved father as he walked into the room, the confusion and consternation visible in those bright blue eyes she had inherited from him. she had no clue what to think, what to say. finally, when things died down and all the noise ceased, she allowed herself to be temporarily swallowed by the silence. the silence, however, does not last long, for a few heart wrenching sobs leave her much to her reluctance.   “  -- daddy?  “  she spoke in a questioning manner, walking up to him.  “ ... i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to do it, i swear! “

        ❛    ...    Y’gotta stop doin’ that  ---  all of that.    ❜

       “ You don’t even look as high and mighty as I thought an angel would be. It’s kind of a letdown. ” The words were mumbled feeling a slight guilt at degrading the archangel; however, her honesty tended to slip out every now and then, never good at holding her tongue not even towards the man who was her savior or at least, her savior for now. He was an angel, they were supposed to be good, protectors of humanity for God love humanity so the angels did as well. Her newly formed faith would be in him until he strayed from the titles of trustworthy and savior.

so  this  was  the  brother.   the  other  angel  castiel  had  told  him  about.  warned  him  about.   he  still  didn’t  know  why  but  he  figured  he  would  find  out  pretty  quickly.   ‘ so  castiel,  he  says  you’re  the  easy - going  one ?   i  didn’t  want  to  make  assumptions  but  i  didn’t  know  angels  could  be  anything  but  easy - going... ’