Title: Tongues of Men and Angels
Rating: TA for implied?romance.
Summary: In the desert, she find him broken. Through the grace of God…all things are made new. A series of drabbles. Gabriel/OC.
Disclaimer: *obligatory insert*
Prologue: Holy Blood
When the angel stretched out his hand to destroy Jerusalem, the Lord relented concerning the disaster and said to the angel who was afflicting the people, "Enough! Withdraw your hand."
2 Samuel 24:16
He was panting. The universe was a wreathe of pain—not only physical, but spiritual.
He had been abandoned.
He swallowed down the taste of it, bright and bitter: buried it beneath sinew and isolation. The wound in his side bled freely as he stumbled into a landing. He didn't know where to go. There was only one home—had only ever been one home—and with the gates now closed to him, he didn't know where else to go.
Cut off from his Father's love, he was bereft.
The sun rose in the blink of an eye, it seemed; it set again just as quickly. He couldn't keep track of the days spent staggering through the desert. The tips of his wings dragged in the grit until, in the dry chill of night, he crumbled to his knees, his face plowing through the cold grains of glass.
Holy blood spilled out across the sand, like ink in the moonlight.
Word Count: 160
Completed: April 8, 2011