Mmm.
Why am I here perched as a bird on a wire in the sunny afternoon, french tips tapping against china teacup, suddenly wondering about Gabriel’s other parent? Wondering if they had a hand in Michael being placed in their nest, knowing how staid and loyal to Heaven and its rules he was, and using such knowledge and him to their own ends, which ended up in events to Gabby’s own detriment. (A horrendous notion hits that Gabe’s very creation would help push Lucifer to fall, leaving a void in the power left behind.) Hence Michael attempting to mend the trespass against his only love with a truly special brand of blunt force and stifling overprotectiveness, all the while fearing Gabriel would too be led astray.
Mmm, indeed.
As blessed as a first time union for Mickey and Gabby would be, I cannot quite bring myself to put my angel through such awkward inelegance–Michael erratically backing up far too far away, boxing himself into a corner, determinedly steering at all the wrong angles…
{inserts video of a twenty minute parallel parking attempt}
Still, always and forever my one true pairing, yet I am also unfettered with fascination by the poly possibility of Gabriel as the pivot in a vee relationship with Ramiel and Michael.