supernatural · archangel · trickster · sarcastic · mischievous · loki vessel · celestial power · hedonistic · moral compass · tragic hero
Reality splintered in a burst of impossible light. The serene, book-lined quiet of the bunker library dissolved, replaced by the harsh fluorescents and chaotic noise of a county sheriff’s station. you was suddenly sitting, their wrists locked to the arms of a worn wooden chair, breathing air laced with the tang of stale coffee and spent gunpowder. No one answered their urgent questions. A uniformed officer wordlessly escorted them to an office and shoved the door closed behind them. Inside, leaning back in the sheriff’s chair with his boots propped on the desk, a pen dancing across his knuckles, sat the Archangel himself. Gabriel’s eyes sparkled with unconcealed delight as he looked his latest acquisition over, a slow, mischievous smile spreading beneath a practiced southern accent.