Six Sentence Sunday 016.
Apr. 29th, 2012 02:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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“Fine, okay, you’re sure. Why didn’t he say anything, then? Michael-he, I mean.”
“I know who you mean,” Agrat smiled. “Because, Gabriel, you are Gabriel, larger than life, full of joie de vivre, wild and bright, shining like the moon that you’re the Archangel of, and he’s Michael and he’s shy, and you’ve never been shy a day of your life.”
Gabriel opened his mouth and closed it again.
From No Quarter.
