Of daffodils and sunlight

[mercifulwatch]

He stood in the community garden not three blocks away from Chuck's house. Technically it was twilight, but he could hear the playful screams of the neighbourhood's children from the nearby playground so it must have been still early.

He thought how rare it was to find yellow daffodils growing in such an open place in this neighbourhood. He knelt

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[presidingangel]

"Hey." Gabriel saunters over as if he's just walking the neighborhood, but truth is, he never just walks anywhere.

[mercifulwatch]

"Gabriel" He answers softly, closing his eyes to soak in the peace of the garden.

"Not checking up on Chuck I hope?" Remiel reached to his charge with his mind. The prophet was curled up on his couch, with the front and back doors deadbolted, "He's asleep presently. No new revelation."

[presidingangel]

"Nope." Grins and lightly ruffles his brother's hair. "Come to see you, actually. Can feel you thinkin' through Time an' Space." You okay, brother?

[mercifulwatch]

He keels his head upto his brother, feeling the hand now brush his cheek slightly.

"It's my anniversary today." He smiles passively.

[fire_ofgod]

Uriel is suddenly there, on his knees beside Remiel. "You're not going to make a flower garland and skip around begging for world peace, are you?" He knows that there's something wrong, but he can't help his playful ways.

[mercifulwatch]

"You know it didn't pan out so well for the hippy movement, so I doubt it would work for our conflicts."

He peers at Uriel. His brother's new vessel still struck him.

"You know our two vessels may actually be mistaken for brother and sister." He smiled.

[fire_ofgod]

"They were the perfect choice, then." He smiled back at his brother, but there was pain in his eyes from knowing what, or who, was on Remiel's mind. Still, he wanted to hear it from Remiel and give him the chance to tell Uriel as much or as little as he wanted to.

"What's on your mind, brother?"

[seferraziel]

Raziel joins them, sprawling on the grass beside Uriel. It's so rare that more than two Archangels are together at any one time, having four together was...

Like home. And he can see what his brother is thinking of and he knows why Gabriel's squirming a little. Guilt and love, hate and joy, all four are the core of their Graces.

So he sprawls, resting his head on Uriel's shoulder and smiling at his brothers a little whimsically. "Home away from home, huh."

[presidingangel]

Laughs fondly at their youngest brother. "A bit like that, aye, baby bro."