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Tuesday, October 20th, 2009
5:31 pm - Realm of the Muse Prompt Set 2009.33 D: Photo Prompts
Prompt D9. If I were a bird, I would look like this.

Pale, beautiful, and on the ground most of the time these days!Collapse )

Muse: The Archangel Gabriel
Fandom: The Bible/Mythology

current mood: cheerful

(Spread your wings)

Tuesday, October 6th, 2009
7:44 pm - Realm of the Muse Prompt Set 2009.31 C8: Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?
“Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?”

The band had finished playing their first set and were having a well-earned break at the small club where they had their gig that night. Vain as it might seem to make such an extravagant claim, even if he only thought it to himself, Gabriel had to admit that his guitar playing was even more sensational than usual. The whole band was on fire – but he sounded the best, especially when he used the slide. Others seemed to think so too, judging by the amount of compliments he was getting and the offers to buy him drinks.

But amongst the exclamations of “wow”, “awesome, dude”, and requests for favorite songs, there was one question, spoken in rather seductive tones, that stood out and made the clamor around him fade to silence.

“Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?”

A pretty ironic thing to ask, given the circumstances.

If anyone else had asked that question it could have been too painful for Gabe to answer. But when it was an attractive man like this one doing the asking, a man who reminded Gabe of more than one angel or demon he’d known in the past… that was different.

“Yeah, it kinda did,” Gabe purred, smiling. “But it’s not too bad down here on Earth, considering present company…”

Words: 225
Muse: The Archangel Gabriel
Fandom: The Bible/Mythology

current mood: content

(Spread your wings)

Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009
7:48 pm - Realm of the Muse Prompt Set 2009.29: A8: Gator
A 16 year old girl shot and killed a 10 foot long alligator with a crossbow, after the reptile entered her back yard.

Gators. You see ‘em around lots of places, and some people think it’s a mighty fine idea to kill ‘em or bother ‘em some other way. Me, I’ve got no quarrel with no alligator. Do I look like the hunting type, for one thing? And another thing – they’re God’s creatures and all. Why kill them if there’s no need to? Unless it’s a dire need of some kind like food or self-defense, I don’t see why going and killing an animal’s any kind of a good idea.

I always though alligators were mighty interesting sorts of beasts. Reptiles are some of the earliest critters the Lord ever made and they’re pretty tough. Real survivors. So many other species didn’t make it and yet here they are, still here. Wouldn’t be surprised if they could outlast the human race, if they don’t get hunted into extinction, that is.

Scary sort of critters, but I kind of like ‘em.

Words: 158
Muse: The Archangel Gabriel
Fandom: The Bible/Mythology

current mood: okay

(Spread your wings)

Thursday, August 27th, 2009
6:33 pm - Realm of the Muse Prompt Set 2009.28: C3: Heartsick
Heartsick is a good way to describe how I’ve been feeling lately. I suppose I’ve even been feeling a little homesick as well.

Don’t get me wrong – I like it here on Earth and now know some mighty fine people. Some of the best friends I’ve got now are human. But I can’t help but miss Heaven. And the company of my fellow angels. Perhaps only another angel can understand how an angel feels… humans, as good and as smart as they may be, just wouldn’t entirely get it.

Yeah, there’s times when I wonder if I ever do want to go back upstairs at all. Sometimes I just wanna tell our Lord and Father to shove it. But then it all hits me – missing the other angels is enough to bring on the misery and I just wish I could get my wings back and fly home.

But picking up the guitar, strumming and humming, working out a nice little blues song in my head and slowly but surely bringing it to life, is a good way to start cheering up a little. Songs are a wonderful way to start the process of making sorrows smaller, lessening them a little bit.

I’ve written a lot of songs since I got sent down here, I can tell you.

Words: 220
Muse: The Archangel Gabriel
Fandom: The Bible/Mythology

current mood: depressed

(Spread your wings)

Thursday, July 23rd, 2009
5:46 pm - Realm of the Muse Prompt Set 2009.25: Photo Prompt: Red Flowers
When Gabe closed his eyes, all he could see was a carpet of red flowers.

Were they from a dream, or a vision? They were not Heavenly flowers, but flowers of Earth that knew the touch of sun, wind and rain. Such a vivid scarlet they were; they reminded Gabe of love and blood, and legends of strange battles where the bones of the dead lay buried deep in mud, hidden under rows and rows of bright poppies.

He wondered why he kept seeing the flowers in his mind’s eye. Were they a memory of the past that he had trouble recalling? Or was he seeing something to do with the future?

At any rate, they spurred the creative urge within him.

Sitting upright on his bed, Gabe reached for the guitar. It was his greatest comfort in exile. He began to strum a few chords, humming along with them and trying to find lyrics to fit.

Gabe might see red behind his eyelids, but he was going to sing the blues.

Words: 172
Muse: The Archangel Gabriel
Fandom: The Bible/Mythology

current mood: creative

(Spread your wings)

Tuesday, June 30th, 2009
5:23 pm - Realm of the Muse Prompt Set 2009.23 1C: You started this war
“You started this war.” That’s what I believe that Him Upstairs would delight in saying to Lucifer if they were to meet up again soon. The conflict between Heaven, Hell and Earth, I mean…

In the past, I’d have been likely to blame everything that’s gone down since the Fall on the Fallen Ones, too. And Lucifer in particular. But I’ve come to see that in the past I was a very naïve little angel indeed.

Things aren’t so cut and dried, so black and white, no matter if it’s in the celestial realms or down here on Earth. Or even in the depths of Hell.

I think God would like to believe everything is that simple – that there’s good and evil and that’s it, and never the twain shall meet.

These days – I’m not so sure about that. I’ve seen some pretty un-angelic behavior from angels. And some not so devilish things that demons are capable of doing.

It’s not so clear anymore who started it. I’m inclined to believe it was God Himself.

Words: 176
Muse: The Archangel Gabriel
Fandom: The Bible/Mythology

current mood: annoyed

(Spread your wings)

Saturday, May 30th, 2009
2:12 pm - For sixwordstories
Having albinism. Not such a bad thing.

current mood: okay

(Spread your wings)

Friday, May 22nd, 2009
11:50 pm - Realm of the Muse Prompt Set 2009.20 A9: Not so clever
You're not nearly as clever as you think you are.

Guess sometimes I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer, though I think I am most of the time. Even though I’ve got the wisdom of the ages on my side, sometimes I do things that are a little… not so clever.

Sure wasn’t the smartest thing in the world, opening my big mouth one time too often and getting myself an involuntary hiatus from Heaven. Talking back to the Almighty the way I did wasn’t the best choice I’ve ever made, but now I’m stuck on Earth for a hundred years, so I have to make the best of it.

It’s not so bad down here. I’ve made friends, found love, and I’m enjoying playing music. I’m pretty much having a non-stop party a lot of the time! I’m having the best time, drinking and playing and loving… humans sure know how to enjoy themselves. Almost as good as heaven, sometimes.

But yeah – if I could do it over, maybe it would have been a good idea to keep my mouth shut for a bit on that fateful day.

Words: 180
Muse: The Archangel Gabriel
Fandom: The Bible/Mythology

current mood: contemplative

(Spread your wings)

Friday, May 15th, 2009
7:52 pm - For sixwordstories
What's sweeter than a good drink?

current mood: drunk

(Spread your wings)

Friday, May 1st, 2009
6:54 pm - For Sixwordstories
Some angels need to calm down!

current mood: pffft

(Spread your wings)

Friday, April 10th, 2009
10:34 pm - Realm of the Muse Prompt Set 2009.15 A4: Respected Adversary
Talk about someone who is/was an adversary or enemy that you respect and/or admire.

I still don’t agree with a lot of the things he said or did, or says or does. He’s trouble, all right – and he’s raised more Hell than anyone in history. He’s a liar and a cheat, though he’s a pretty charismatic one, I will admit.

But since I’ve been through all the things that have happened to me recently, I’ve gained a new respect for him. At least he had the courage to stand up and do what he believed he had to do. It’s a brave act, to be able to stand up to the Creator of All Life and tell him, “No way”. I fought against him at the beginning of the troubles in Heaven, and for a long time I too condemned him and those who followed him. However, now being booted out of Heaven myself, I understand him a bit better. I don’t think I’ll ever be completely like him, but there are times I’d sure like to see him again and talk things over.

I’m speaking of Lucifer, of course.

Words: 176
Muse: The Archangel Gabriel
Fandom: The Bible/Mythology

current mood: thoughtful

(Spread your wings)

Thursday, March 19th, 2009
7:34 pm - Realm of the Muse Prompt Set 2009.11 C2: I broke my back...
I broke my back, kissing your ass. Now I'm done.

Sometimes, having lived among humans for as long as he has now, Gabriel understands why some of them have turned their backs on God. He once felt sad at their anger, their hurt and cynicism. But it’s becoming real for him now, too.

For so long, Gabe had been one of the most loyal angels. Adoring his Creator and Lord above all else, being His Holy Messenger. Everything was for the Heavenly Father. Once upon a time, Gabe could not get enough of singing God’s praises.

Now, banished to Earth for a century, Gabe feels like he is done with sucking up to the Lord.

God is supposed to be perfect, Gabe tells himself. The essence of divine love who gave His angels the ability to radiate that perfect, pure love as well. Then why didn’t He allow them to offer that very loving ecstasy to those who could use it most, the Fallen?

Gabe prefers the company of mortals now. Flawed though they are, he thinks, they know how to find joy in the simple things. Like good music and a comforting embrace.

He doesn’t know if he really wants to go back to Heaven.

Words: 196
Muse: The Archangel Gabriel
Fandom: The Bible/Mythology

current mood: cynical

(Spread your wings)

Saturday, February 28th, 2009
10:24 am - Realm of the Muse Prompt Set 2009.8 A6: Can money buy happiness?
Was money capable of buying happiness? Gabe Angell was of the firm opinion that no, sir, it most definitely was not. He’d seen and experienced enough, both as an angel and now as a human being, to have come to that conclusion utterly and surely.

He had seen, time and time again, the wealthy building themselves fortresses to protect their many possessions. Living in fear of those who had far less than they did. High walls, cameras and guard dogs to safeguard their mansions from both the greedy and the needy alike. There was no happiness evident in such paranoia, none at all.

And yet he’d come across individuals who owned little more than the clothes on their backs, who always had a smile for a friend. They certainly would have liked to have some money, if only to buy themselves a meal and a bed for the night, and Gabe helped them out whenever he had the means to do so. They certainly seemed more alive than the ones who hid in their grand houses, smothered in privilege and unable to connect with the real world.

Rich or poor, many seemed to appreciate Gabe playing his guitar for them, however. Maybe money couldn’t bring anybody happiness, but music certainly could.

Words: 211
Muse: The Archangel Gabriel
Fandom: The Bible/Mythology

current mood: thoughtful

(Spread your wings)

Friday, February 20th, 2009
5:30 pm - For sixwordstories
Good men are hard to find.

current mood: wistful

(Spread your wings)

Thursday, January 15th, 2009
9:16 pm - Realm of the Muse Prompt: Incense
At the small apartment which is Gabe’s home while he’s banished to Earth, he likes to burn incense. Aromas of vanilla, rose, violet – beautiful, relaxing and strangely reminding him of the heavenly realm he will not inhabit again for a whole century.

He lights the sticks and watches them first blaze and then glow, inhaling the glorious fragrance and smiling.

Visitors ask him if it’s for meditation, and he says, with a small grin, “Sort of. Now, do you wanna hear me play something or what?”

The scents and his music, they go well together. Poignant sounds of blues guitar and the drifting smoke from the slow-burning sticks puts Gabe in a mellow mood every time.

It makes him feel good when he’s hurting, too. When he’s trying to forget how much he misses angelic grace, how much he craves to hear the music made by heaven’s hosts instead of by his own temporarily human hands.

Words: 156
Muse: The Archangel Gabriel AKA Gabe Angell
Fandom: The Bible/Mythology

current mood: relaxed

(Spread your wings)

Thursday, January 8th, 2009
1:45 pm - Realm of the Muse Prompt: Don't ask, don't tell
Almost every night it’s the same. Music, drinks, happiness. Lots of whisky and wine and absinthe and people dancing and kissing. And giving Gabe plenty of money for what’s needed to keep body and – dare he say soul – together.

It’s not Heaven, but maybe being banished isn’t as bad as it seems.

People love the music Gabe plays. They love his guitar. They adore his voice. They say his face, his hair, his body – they’re so unique. The lovely paleness is a rare beauty to mortals. Obviously they’ve never experienced the rapture that is Heavenly bliss, as there’s plenty of white-haired and white-winged angels in Paradise.

He just smiles and plays the songs they request. He can play anything! Anything at all, no matter how obscure. He’s fast getting a reputation around these parts, and with it, plenty of respect.

Gabe will do anything for the audience. Except tell them where he’s truly from, and luckily for him they don’t ask.

Most wouldn’t believe that he used to be an angel.

Words: 171
Muse: The Archangel Gabriel
Fandom: The Bible/Mythology

current mood: busy

(Spread your wings)

1:35 pm - For sixwordstories
*sings* Rock n' roll, hoochie koo!

current mood: drunk

(Spread your wings)

Saturday, January 3rd, 2009
12:33 pm - For Sixwordstories
Got a slide. And I'm dangerous!

current mood: Bluuuuuuuues!

(Spread your wings)

Sunday, December 14th, 2008
11:08 pm - True Writers Prompt Set 27 C7: Cope
Sometimes he thinks he can’t cope, but he has to.

Wingless, no powers beyond that of an ordinary human, cast out of Heaven and so far from the other angels he loves so much, not to mention far from the grace of the Lord.

Gabriel has been through this before, but this time it is harder.

He is so glad that he still possesses the gift of a beautiful voice. And he is doubly grateful for his skills with a guitar. The music he plays, so sad and sweet, the heartfelt blues that are so appealing in their agony, ensures that he won’t starve in this all too fragile human body.

Gabe has made a few friends on Earth, and it’s through them that he’s found a place to stay, and places where he can earn a few dollars with his music. He’s busked on the street before and he’s fine with it, but he prefers a club where people can sit in comfort and watch him play as they sip their drinks, and truly appreciate what he does.

As long as Gabe has the music, he’ll cope just fine.

Words: 190
Muse: The Archangel Gabriel
Fandom: The Bible/Mythology

current mood: determined

(Spread your wings)

Monday, November 17th, 2008
8:07 pm - True Writers Prompt Set 22: You're fired. Out. Pink slipped.
It had happened before, and Gabe sort of knew it would happen again. He loved the Lord, truly, and did his best to obey Him in everything, but there were times when certain things had to be said, because they were truths and God was all about the Truth. The Lord may not like some things, but even He had to admit that there was no hiding from what was fact.

Belief, faith… those things were sacred to mortals and no less so to angels. Gabe too had his beliefs – about his fallen brethren now dwelling with Lucifer in Hell. Damned for eternity, now regarded as demons… but Gabe held fast to the belief that not all of them were irredeemable. That was his faith, that love could save some of them just as it could redeem sinful humans.

It was one thing to hold a belief, however, and quite another to speak it in front of the Big Guy at the wrong time.

Gabe had been banished from Heaven before, but he’d been admitted back and restored to his position as Divine Messenger right after that. When this hundred-year banishment to Earth was over and done with, though, would he get his old job back this time? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he was lucky not to have been consigned to the fate of the Fallen Ones.

Words: 231
Muse: The Archangel Gabriel
Fandom: The Bible/Mythology

current mood: sad

(Spread your wings)

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