I'm gonna punch you until I'm hard okay go

[jermastrat]

Something had to distract him. Thoughts of home, how much time he had left, how much damage had been done, what he had done- Gabriel was no coward, but this was all too much for him to bear. He didn't want to, surely he could put it aside for now, just for a little while. The fact that he could even come to that decision on his own prompted a bit of a thrill, he couldn't deny...

Was it cheating to join the wrestling match, being as he was? Well he certainly didn't think so. Someone here had to be good enough to make him struggle, right? ... Well, probably not, as far as he was concerned, but the effort would be commendable at least. And he's a terribly sore winner too, as multiple opponents would soon find. The angel certainly seemed proud of himself, over proud really, rolling his shoulders before hefting the mallet he'd been offered up again, wings and halo blazing as the next opponent would be shot a smug smile.

"Come. I'll be happy to put you in your place." In stark contrast to the wild look in the angel's eyes, that voice was alarmingly soothing.

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[temperedguardian]

Cassiel gasps at Gabriel's nails on their spine, burying their face in the other angel's neck as they hold onto him. They let themselves sink into those sensations, the way both their bodies meet and the way it feels, the way Gabriel clutches onto them.

It's intoxicating, really, to see Gabriel like this, a facet he's never seen before. It's something fascinating, something new, something brilliant and beautiful. He'll savor it while it lasts.

The crying, too, is new, though it isn't as pleasurable. They're not sure if it's release or upset or something else; it's not something they can quite understand the impulse to do. Gabriel is passionate, and they are not. While that distance isn't as insurmountable as they once believed it was (and how easy it is, for that perception to change so quickly), they're certainly not the same.

Unsure of what else to do, they simply run their fingers through his hair again, somewhat dazed from their experience. Their breathing is ragged as they fight to catch their breath, still recovering from that blazing, blissful height.

[jermastrat]

It was an embrace that was as hungry for them as it was protective. An apology, a promise, a plea all in one. For one glorious moment nothing mattered, they were simply one, and he felt so whole. Bathed in such intense love that he'd never once even come close to, not even the affection of The Father could compare to it.

Gabriel fought to catch his breath for a moment, forcing himself to breathe slowly inwards and out once more as he cradled Cassiel to him. Their touch was soothing, and though the tears he shed were far from misery, he still sought their hand out all the same, leaning his head into their hand as he calmed himself.

It was tragic, how as the glow faded, and his senses returned to him, that he remembered things. Like where they were, for instance, tangled post coitus in the middle of a wrestling ring with an audience. Among so, so many other things, all suddenly starting to fire off in his head at the same time. What had happened. What had he done? It wasn't as if he didn't remember, he knew, he made a choice-

"O-oh..." Oh he didn't want to pull away, but the feeling of Cassiel against him, the bliss he'd felt- Had he dragged them with him? Oh- He shifted, regretting. Regretting pulling them into this, regretting pushing them away. Having not refused, having asked this of them, having made demands that-

"I... I'm sorry I need- I need some time to think." About what, well... He wasn't sure yet. There was a lot. This had been a lot. The telltale glow of an oncoming teleportation was already gathering around him, unable to even bring himself to meet their gaze. What did he do to them?

And just like that, he was gone. Nothing but motes of light where the archangel had once been.

[temperedguardian]

It's peaceful, for at least a moment. They hold onto that, even as Gabriel shakes himself into awareness, into...

They simply let out a breath they weren't quite aware they were holding when he moves, dropping their hand to make it easier for him. As for themselves, as the glow fades they realize how much effort they'd put into all of this, and that pleasant feeling betrays a deep exhaustion as it fades.

They blink erratically as they get up, picking up discarded clothes (they do have to stifle an exhausted laugh at the fact Gabriel didn't even take his clothes with him; they'll have to return them later). Unlike Gabriel, they're not so concerned for themselves, but they are very much concerned with his feelings....they're too tired to follow up on it now, however.