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[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel awoke by the fact that there was suddely a claw stuck in his nose. His eyes opened and he stared up at a purring Cat. She moved her paw at gazed down at him expectantly. The former archangel replied by flinging her aside and sitting up, letting out a hiss in her direction, which made her disappear under one of the pews. If she wanted food, sticking a claw up his nose was not the way to express it.

He yawned and stretched and reached for the donut box. It was empty.

[The church is open]

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[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He didn't know what compulsion had brought him here.

He didn't have the right equipment for religion, he'd always thought. He'd ask the wrong questions, couldn't look at the words or the stories the right way to see the radiant contentment that others seemed to find in their beliefs. Some filter was missing. It wasn't anything he'd been raised to, to start with, and then nothing he'd learned had really stuck after that.

All said and done, though, he'd spent his beginning years in a mauntery, so church did give a sense of stability and peace even if the religion it was for did nothing to help him.

He slipped into one of the pews in the back.

He had some thinking to do.

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel turned his head and watched the boy with cold, unmoving eyes that looked more like a birds than a humans. "You brought donuts?" he asked.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

It was actually somewhat comforting. He was more familiar with animal (or perhaps Animal) companionship than he was with humans. There'd been the monkeys and the bees and the Crows at the keep... Killjoy for some years, of course.

"No donuts," he said. He thought.

"I do have some of this, though," and he pulled up a small bag that smelled of some manner of sweet fruit crossed with roses.

"It's not very helpful if you're hungry."

People demanding things of him at all hours... just like home. Which was why he didn't remark on it.

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

Reaching out his hand Gabriel clearly expected the boy to throw whatever it was to him. "Something to eat that's not making you less hungry? That's like seeking help in a church." He made an odd sound that vaguely resembled a laugh. "What brings you here, Liir?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He tossed it. Thankfully, the bag was mostly closed. Inside, cubes of something like turkish delight, only a little thicker, was done up in powdered sugar. He'd used rosewater (since he could buy it and he didn't want to search around for the usual flowers) and some of Professor Ambrose's papay fruit to flavor it.

"I don't know," he admitted.

Then.

"How did you know my name?"

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel shrugged. "I know a lot of things." His attention was now on the contents on the bag however, and he put one in his mouth. After a while he nodded. "Not bad."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Do you know anything else about me?"

If he did, he probably knew more than Liir himself.

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel looked amused, which wasn't a comforting sight. "Should I?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"I don't," he said. "Someone should."

Because if no one knew than was there anything to know?

That was a disturbing thought.

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

"Why?" Gabriel might know his name, but he certainly couldn't read his mind. Even if he could he might not bother.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Because if no one knows, is there anything else?"

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel ate another one of those sweet things. "You seem to think you're of importance."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He shook his head.

"Anything but."

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

"Huh." Gabriel didn's seem convinced. He put another sweet in his mouth. Of course, he always thought monkeys too themselves too seriously.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He shrugged and settled down in his seat and didn't say anything else.

[withoutverona]

On his lunch break, Romeo noticed the church seemed open and stopped in to light some candles for his dead.

he wasn't sure what exactly it *did,* but he appreciated the ritual.

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

The Cat jumped up on the pew next to Liir and miaowed. The human should be aware that she needed to be offered food too.

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

The Cat walked up to the human in front of the candles and miaowed. He was intruding on her territory. She wanted food.

[withoutverona]

A meow was enough to break Romeo out of his silent prayer, and he glanced down and smiled. He rather liked cats, as long as they were not named Tybalt.

Kneeling, he reached to scratch the cat between the ears.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He considered that for a moment before digging into his bag and finding a bit of sandwich meat he'd been bringing for Altra.

He could pick up more, after all.

He offered it with one hand.

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

She could put up with scratching if there was food being offered later, but restlessness could be discerned by someone used to dealing with cats.

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

The Cat snatched the meat out of his hand and positioned herself at the other end of the pew. Now she had food she had no use for him. She might return later when there was no more food.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He didn't mind.

He settled with his chin against the next pew and his hands clasped over his head, almost in prayer.

[no-archangel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel was still chewing on the sweets. "You think God will listen?" he asked, assuming Liir was praying.

[withoutverona]

Romeo wasn't particularly used to cats, but he could spot restlessness. He gave one final stroke and rose to standing.

He wasn't carrying any food, anyhow.