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outside_omens2005-08-13 07:51 pm
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Date: August 13, 1999. Early Morning.
Status: Private - Gabriel (Complete)
Setting: Soho, London
Summary: Gabriel visits the ruins of Aziraphale's bookshop.
The ashes smelled of brimstone, and it made him feel vaguely ill.
He’d received the summons while sitting with Michael over tea, and had promptly materialized into the shadows of pre-dawn London. Standing in the charred rubble, he felt a sickening heaviness come over him; he thought that if he were to spread his wings, they would no longer be able to carry him. Nothing was left of the little shop which Aziraphale had held so dear.
He wondered drearily if Belial had had anything to do with this.
He distinctly did not wonder what had happened to the demon Crowley in return.
Michael had said nothing, and yet...
Disgusted by the sight of charred wood and burnt book covers, Gabriel turned from the place, ready to leave. He began to compose his report to Up There just to keep his dizzying thoughts in order.
The fire had barely touched the neighboring buildings, he saw, though he knew no mortal would have been able to put it out. They’d only wanted this shop burned.
Hell had come after Aziraphale. Why?
He felt once more the small but insistent pull that beckoned him back to Tadfield. With a shudder, he realized that he was the one who was going to have to tell Aziraphale.
At the edge of the ashes, the archangel paused. Something as wordlessly subtle as the summoning in the back of his mind drew him back into the remains, where he bent down. Beneath the broken rubble, a book lay hidden beneath some cracked mortar. It was charred, but legible, Gabriel found as he picked it up and flipped gingerly through the pages.
It wasn’t much, he thought, but when he left once again for the Manor, he was clutching the book in his shaking hands.
Status: Private - Gabriel (Complete)
Setting: Soho, London
Summary: Gabriel visits the ruins of Aziraphale's bookshop.
The ashes smelled of brimstone, and it made him feel vaguely ill.
He’d received the summons while sitting with Michael over tea, and had promptly materialized into the shadows of pre-dawn London. Standing in the charred rubble, he felt a sickening heaviness come over him; he thought that if he were to spread his wings, they would no longer be able to carry him. Nothing was left of the little shop which Aziraphale had held so dear.
He wondered drearily if Belial had had anything to do with this.
He distinctly did not wonder what had happened to the demon Crowley in return.
Michael had said nothing, and yet...
Disgusted by the sight of charred wood and burnt book covers, Gabriel turned from the place, ready to leave. He began to compose his report to Up There just to keep his dizzying thoughts in order.
The fire had barely touched the neighboring buildings, he saw, though he knew no mortal would have been able to put it out. They’d only wanted this shop burned.
Hell had come after Aziraphale. Why?
He felt once more the small but insistent pull that beckoned him back to Tadfield. With a shudder, he realized that he was the one who was going to have to tell Aziraphale.
At the edge of the ashes, the archangel paused. Something as wordlessly subtle as the summoning in the back of his mind drew him back into the remains, where he bent down. Beneath the broken rubble, a book lay hidden beneath some cracked mortar. It was charred, but legible, Gabriel found as he picked it up and flipped gingerly through the pages.
It wasn’t much, he thought, but when he left once again for the Manor, he was clutching the book in his shaking hands.