FFM1: Drift
Gabriel was surprised. He kicked his feet, uncertain and less than sure-footed in a pair of borrowed boots. It had taken awhile, but he had begun to get used to a less than angelic lifestyle of a semi-regular transient. Perhaps this is what his god had meant when he'd threatened lessons to be learned. Gabriel shook his head, and slouched against the bruising brick wall of the bakery.
The Baker's youngest girl could be heard through the open window, making the occasional swooshing noise as she forced a tiny pterodactyl figurine to fly through the air. There was some complaints about how the figurine didn't have feathers, and "Papa, all birds have feathers. Isn't this a bird too?" but Gabriel didn't hear the baker's response.
Instead, he was far more concerned with the figures slipping around the corner. Lou, as darling as she was, was deep in conversation with the man by her side. The same man with his arm around her waist. And she was laughing. Gabriel looked away.
Her routine was always the same, and Gabriel couldn't help but wish it wasn't. The way she was with Lucifer, so comfortable and... and... happy. The way Lucifer would walk her to and from work, and linger around Gabriel's formally betrothed while she cut flowers and packaged them for stressed lovers and small children. It made his heart sink, for more reasons than Gabriel could actually name.
"You shouldn't obsess." Reyna was looking down at him, frowning. He didn't miss the steaming coffee cups in her hands, and expected someone to come up behind the Djinn. Perhaps Deceit, or Spade. It was rare for the girl to be alone for long.
"What else is there to do?" He looked back towards the couple across the street. Lucifer was headed back the way he came, while his beloved was chatting with her first client. She looked so carefree.
"You're the archangel. You tell me."
"I'm not an archangel anymore." Reyna raised an eyebrow, as if she didn't believe him.
"So now's a great time to start acting like one." She shoved the extra coffee into his hand. "There's a shelter down the street. It takes in victims of the unrest, and displaced homeless."
"Yea?" Gabriel bowed his head and thanks, and sipped the hot beverage like it was his first meal within the Surface Worlds. In all reality, it was the first in awhile.
"They're a little short handed, from what I'm told. Free meals to everyone that helps with the relief efforts. Safe places to sleep." She nudged him with her foot. "It's in that direction, about a block or so down. A man named Sabian runs the place, and he'll tell you where they could use some new hands."
"Why help me?"
"Why not?" She nudged him again, and Gabriel stood. "Isn't that what you're supposed to do to someone who's lost?"
"I'm not lost." He informed her. Reyna didn't look convinced.
"You sure have a funny way of showing it."
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