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Date: December 14, 1999
Status: Private
Setting: The Garden
Summary: Raphael and Gabriel have a chat



Raphael wandered the garden and eventually came to a bench, sitting for a while. He had never missed his celestial home so much as he had right then. Earth was corrupt and debauched and now, on top of everything else, rather lonely.

The angel hadn't talked to anybody, really, since finding out about Michael and Aziraphale. It felt like being stabbed in the back, finding out that trusted compatriots were willingly violiating a rule he scrupulously followed. For a long time he'd been so upset he'd refused to come out of his room and after resolutely ignored everyone around him.

Things were starting to get lonely, however. He'd only really been comfortable with his fellow angels and now he felt like he couldn't trust even them. Everything was tainted and everyone didnt' seem to realize how serious it was. He didn't want to get in trouble; he didn't want to disobey...

But Raphael wished he had someone to talk to, someone who understood.

He sat on the bench and looked up at the sky.

Home felt very far away.

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"Aziraphale?" He repeated thoughtfully and nodded. "Very well. I suppose I shall have to find him and ask him." He blushed. "Unless... unless you want to tell me. But, I mean, if you think he'd be better I can go and... and ask him nicely..."

His wings drooped slightly and he fidgeted with his robe when thinking of Michael.

"That's right. No rushing. Just... just a talk. That's all. I can handle that."

He looked at his fellow angel and smiled.

"Thank you, Gabriel," he murmured, and brushed the other's cheek lightly with his lips in the manner that one dear, close - if platonic - friend would say thanks to another.

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Gabriel's breath caught in his throat, and he shut his eyes tightly against his whirling thoughts while he was sure the other was not looking. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes once more, letting his gaze stray anywhere but to Raphael's face. His lips parted to ask why, what Raphael thought he knew, but he realized that any question of his experience would likely lead to the issue of Belial. He didn't know what knowledge Raphael already had of his dealings with the demon and in all honesty didn't care to find out.

Instead, he said falteringly, "I - I don't know what I could tell you, really, my dear."

And then the kiss, a brush of lips as light and soft as the downy feathers, which so surrounded him with their scent, so reminded him of Above. Gabriel patted the other's back fondly.

"Of course, Raphael. I'm sure that Michael will be more than willing to forgive a fellow archangel."

Even as he spoke the words, they stung the very depths of his heart, though he would not let himself think on why.

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Raphael smiled at him brightly, happy to feel not quite so alone again. He stood and spread his wings - it wasn't a long distance to the house but he wanted to stretch them.

"Again, many thanks Gabriel. For everything. Blessings upon you and I shall see you later."

With that, he flapped his wings and took to the sky, knowing what he had to do even if he needed him to work himself up to it.