Home is Where the Heart is || closed RP
Being alone in the universe was a depressing state of being. Luckily, Michael was not one to self pity. He had become used to solitude, basking in his own company. No matter how weak he was, the archangel could not care less. There were more important things than happiness. Namely, doing his job. Which persisted clearly in his mind despite centuries without affirmation. After all, since his true family was gone it was all he had left. That was, before he noticed it. A faint buzz that rang out in his find. Familiar, weak and distance. It piqued his curiosity, wishing he could stretch out his scorched wings and follow the source. Sadly, things were not so simple. He had to walk. The process was slow, only getting near enough to make out what it was after a month. It was an angel crying out for help. But not any angel. A very familiar angel. One of his brothers. Raphael was dead, so it could not be him. Doubt grew in his mind as he approached it, wondering if he may find his fallen brother at the source. As he entered the building, angel blade in hand, he was surprised to find it guarded by his own brethren. Not that he had time to question them. A flash of light, and they were out of the way. Stalking through the building, he found the source not after long. An angel, trapped in a circle of holy fire. Like any other that had fallen from heaven, his wings were tattered and ragged. But what was not scorched remained the beautiful golden the archangel knew so well. ❝Gabriel?❞ The sound was gasped from him, stumbling towards his brother. So long. It had been so long. ❝You’re alive.❞ Relief flooded him at that statement. Because after millennia searching, he had lost hope. Yet there the youngest was before him. Brows raising, he almost reached out- to hold himself back. ❝You let yourself be captured?❞ A tone of disapproval underlined his words, already back to being his regular self.
