"Well, in that case, I don't feel nearly as guilty boring you with my stories." The angel smiled mischievously, braid an unfamiliar weight against his neck as he leaned forward to the ice cream, dipping a spoon in as well.
"Let's see. About, oh, two months ago now, Raphael and Crowley were in the greenhouse, arguing. Michael arrived at some point, and Ellie, the dear, was there. Raphael informed Michael that Crowley had attacked him - untrue, I'm told by all parties - and Michael... lost his temper." He thought of that nice man with all the scars coming to get him, coming to tell him, and of Crowley all out of sorts. "I saw him- I found out about this afterwards, and was, perhaps understandably, angry." He examined Belial for his reaction as he took another scoop. "Well, what if you had been me and Gabriel was the one hurt? For a lie?"
The angel sighed. "No use for it then. Michael Fell and it didn't seem to be much worth anything to argue over past hurts. However, a few weeks later, I ran into Raphael again. Or rather, he ran into me. I'd begun that morning at the secratarial duties, and I was greeting some new guests - Israfel, notably - when he arrived. And he began to... I suppose he strongly dislikes Israfel, and he wasn't having the best of days. But you know how I feel about poor manners and humiliating a newcomer. Israfel even brought me books for a new collection as a sign of goodwill.
"I'm afraid we got a tad argumentative, my defending Israfel and Raphael determined to ruin him before he'd even settled. Israfel said nothing, seeming to grow more embarrassed by the second, and Uriel tried his best to make Raphael calm down. There was nothing for it, however. Mr. Wednesday came to have a look, keeping an eye in case something went wrong." He took another scoop of ice cream.
"And then... Raphael said some nasty things, and Israfel lost it. He shouted, and the roof caved, as it's wont to do when he shouts. I'd forgotten about that trick of his. Uriel pulled Raphael, who hadn't noticed, away just in time, but I was not so fortunate. Crowley and John heard me shriek, they say, but I was already discorporated by the time they arrived."
Aziraphale shook his head. He still remembered his return, coming across Crowley in such a state.
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Date: 2006-05-01 07:18 am (UTC)"Let's see. About, oh, two months ago now, Raphael and Crowley were in the greenhouse, arguing. Michael arrived at some point, and Ellie, the dear, was there. Raphael informed Michael that Crowley had attacked him - untrue, I'm told by all parties - and Michael... lost his temper." He thought of that nice man with all the scars coming to get him, coming to tell him, and of Crowley all out of sorts. "I saw him- I found out about this afterwards, and was, perhaps understandably, angry." He examined Belial for his reaction as he took another scoop. "Well, what if you had been me and Gabriel was the one hurt? For a lie?"
The angel sighed. "No use for it then. Michael Fell and it didn't seem to be much worth anything to argue over past hurts. However, a few weeks later, I ran into Raphael again. Or rather, he ran into me. I'd begun that morning at the secratarial duties, and I was greeting some new guests - Israfel, notably - when he arrived. And he began to... I suppose he strongly dislikes Israfel, and he wasn't having the best of days. But you know how I feel about poor manners and humiliating a newcomer. Israfel even brought me books for a new collection as a sign of goodwill.
"I'm afraid we got a tad argumentative, my defending Israfel and Raphael determined to ruin him before he'd even settled. Israfel said nothing, seeming to grow more embarrassed by the second, and Uriel tried his best to make Raphael calm down. There was nothing for it, however. Mr. Wednesday came to have a look, keeping an eye in case something went wrong." He took another scoop of ice cream.
"And then... Raphael said some nasty things, and Israfel lost it. He shouted, and the roof caved, as it's wont to do when he shouts. I'd forgotten about that trick of his. Uriel pulled Raphael, who hadn't noticed, away just in time, but I was not so fortunate. Crowley and John heard me shriek, they say, but I was already discorporated by the time they arrived."
Aziraphale shook his head. He still remembered his return, coming across Crowley in such a state.