Title: Tongues of Men and Angels
Rating: TA for implied?romance.
Summary: Glimpses of grace: the story of one brother and two sisters. Through the grace of God, all things are made new.A series of drabbles. Ish. Gabriel/OC. Ish.
Disclaimer: *obligatory insert*
Chapter VIII: Casualty
And Jephthah came to Mizpeh unto his house, and, behold, his daughter came out to meet him with timbrels and with dances: and she was his only child; beside her he had neither son nor daughter.
Judges 11:34
"What happened to the child?" he asked sharply. "She has been hurt." He couldn't remember the scarred sister's name, and suddenly—for the second time—he wished he'd paid attention to the scarred woman's introductions. Remembering the child's haunted face, the way she'd jumped and a certain particularity of her flinch, his expression turned thunderous. "Was she raped?" The word he couldn't bring himself to use before the child had come easily in front of her sister, and his voice was unrelenting, unforgiving.
The penny-eyed woman looked up slowly. Her face was more guarded than he had seen it in their time together. "What makes you ask?" she said slowly.
He inclined his head, eyes dark with lightning and fire. "I have seen similar reactions among the survivors of these human atrocities." He paused. "There is…something about the eyes," he conceded at last, and he sounded as close to helpless as he'd ever heard himself.
"Well," she answered at last, and her voice was surprisingly shuttered and cold, unlike the tone he had grown to expect from her. "That is an interesting way to put it. Yes, I suppose you could say that. Something definitely crawled up inside her where it didn't belong."
Word Count: 203
Completed: April 15, 2011
Phew. Back to drabble-length again.
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