There was naught but confusion when it happened. There was no provocation, no warning, no surge of power to indicate what was to come. There was only a brief tingling of borrowed Earthly flesh, a tug of Grace and a subtle push, and then he was falling - cast out alongside his brethren and plummeting toward the mortal plane of Earth. (general fic, no pairings/OCs)
Rated: K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Humor - Chapters: 3 - Words: 9,577 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 7/2/2013 - Published: 6/26/2013 - Missouri M., Inias