Gabriel nodded, though he had no intention of rushing as he continued.
He worked by clumps of feathers in order to strike some balance between overwhelming the demon with angelic influence and wasting his efforts tackling one feather at a time. In his awareness, he followed the shaft of each feather to where their quills were buried in the flesh, gently severing each connection until there was nothing left holding the misshapen feathers in place. As they fell in a fluttering cascade, each feather was dissolved deliberately into nothing, so that when Gabriel was finished, there was no sign of even a single black feather left in the room.
Then it took only a moment to deal with the small scratches from broken quills. Even the loss of what few feathers had been left seemed strange; Gabriel had seen demons who chose bat-like wings deliberately, but had never seen wings plucked bare to achieve the look. Seeking not to stress Crowley further, he kept his expression neutral, despite what pang of sympathy he experienced, and looked them over only as long as it took to discern that he had healed all the cuts and scratches he could see.
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Date: 2007-03-07 08:28 am (UTC)He worked by clumps of feathers in order to strike some balance between overwhelming the demon with angelic influence and wasting his efforts tackling one feather at a time. In his awareness, he followed the shaft of each feather to where their quills were buried in the flesh, gently severing each connection until there was nothing left holding the misshapen feathers in place. As they fell in a fluttering cascade, each feather was dissolved deliberately into nothing, so that when Gabriel was finished, there was no sign of even a single black feather left in the room.
Then it took only a moment to deal with the small scratches from broken quills. Even the loss of what few feathers had been left seemed strange; Gabriel had seen demons who chose bat-like wings deliberately, but had never seen wings plucked bare to achieve the look. Seeking not to stress Crowley further, he kept his expression neutral, despite what pang of sympathy he experienced, and looked them over only as long as it took to discern that he had healed all the cuts and scratches he could see.