INTRODUCING GABRIEL AS THE FEATHERED PILLOW

dream-your-own-stories:

Balthazar, a bottle of
champagne and a flute in his hands, was casually walking through the
dark house.
Since you had forbidden hooks up while you were
exploiting their welcome, the angel turned to his second favourite
way to spend some time: indulging in some good hedonism. Aka spending
the night in the Jacuzzi with one bottle of champagne.
Yet, while
walking past the game room, something in the corner of his eye made
lured him in.
He still wasn’t used to seeing his brother with his
wings out.
Gabriel was sitting cross-legged in the big couch in
the middle of the room, full involved in his current race in Mario
Kart.
That wasn’t surprising. The youngest archangel had always
been full of energy, never still for long. What was
surprising, instead, was the volume he was keeping the game at. While
it was more than enough for a supernatural being, it was impossible
to hear for a human. Could it be to not disturb those hunters?
Knowing the Trickster, it was more likely the opposite.
And then
another thing struck him as odd. His wings weren’t moving as they
should.
While Gabriel was putting his whole body in the curves of
the game, he was putting a considerate amount of focus on making sure
they stayed rooted to their spot, even going as far as stretching
them to make sure they stayed still.
He took Balthazar only a
couple of steps inside the room to have both his questions
answered.
You were sitting in the couch too. Surely you must have
played too, racing against his brother as usual. Now the joystick
laid abandoned on your lap, as you rested with eyes closed and soft
breaths in your sleep.
And putting all of you weight on one of
Gabriel’s wings, basically using it as a pillow.
Pillow and
blanket, the angel corrected himself, watching amused how said wing
was curving protectively around you body.
He so wanted
to take a picture, but who knows where the Archangel would send him
if he did. The pity.
But apparently Dad wanted to repay him from
this wrong – or He was tired of those two and He was trying to give
them an hint – because as he watched his brother leaned too far on
the side. The couch gave under his movement, and so you followed
until you ended up with your head in his lap.
He froze (sending
his little pilot straight into a pit) while you, true to your nature,
shifted until she was comfortably hugging his legs.
As he watched
his brother slowly rose to a more straight position, Balthazar
couldn’t keep in a snicker. A death glare was immediately shot in his
direction, but wasn’t very effecting with how still he was trying to
be, only his wings occasionally twitching.
The younger angel
raised his hands, bottle and all, in a placating gesture and walked
out of the room smirking. Gabriel would soon grow restless and would
have to either snap or carry you to your room. No doubts on which one
his idiotic brother would pic.
And despite how much Balthazar
would have loved to
see that, it was wiser to remove himself from the Trickster’s
wrath.
And anyway, there was a Jacuzzi waiting for him.