The contact gets a pleased hum along his Grace in reply. So few of his brothers or sisters wanted anything to do with the angel who was responsible - however indirectly - for the fall of Eden. His wings push up against Balthazar's, eager for the slightest comfort after so many years alone, cut off from the Host.
Gadreel considers as the worn, faded feathers of his wings flutter restlessly. "Is it made of stone?" He hasn't been on Earth in so long, he has wondered more than once how much things have changed.
"Hannah," he murmurs, nodding towards the slender figure standing on her own. "She is.. dissatisfied with the course that the Host has taken. If anyone would speak to you without violence, it is her."
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Date: 2015-01-18 09:25 pm (UTC)Gadreel considers as the worn, faded feathers of his wings flutter restlessly. "Is it made of stone?" He hasn't been on Earth in so long, he has wondered more than once how much things have changed.
"Hannah," he murmurs, nodding towards the slender figure standing on her own. "She is.. dissatisfied with the course that the Host has taken. If anyone would speak to you without violence, it is her."