Ɠ Ʌ Ƀ Ʀ í Ɛ Ŀ (holymailman) wrote in sevendevilslog, @ 2020-06-08 19:37:00 |
|
|||
Gabriel’s cellphone number wasn’t exactly one that was easily found, even on accident — mainly because his phone was actually his horn. As in, the one he needed to sound at the start of the Apocalypse to call forth the Horsemen. (Not exactly something you wanted to misdial on, for sure.) So his surprise when he got a strange smattering of texts from an unknown number, was also met with understandable suspicion.
Still, he gladly agreed to a blind date of sorts. Much out of curiosity and the inkling that he knew the phantom texter.
He had been tapped out of angel radio for a few weeks, keeping his movements low key as per usual. Except with Uriel, she was always the exception to his whereabouts. Then again, she always seemed to be able to find him, any way. As he approached the hunter dive bar, he straightened the suit jacket and ran his hand through his hair. The Archangel couldn’t help but feel a familiar presence growing stronger. It was old, like him, and one he hadn’t felt in a long time.
It actually took him walking into the building to finally realize just who it was.