[See, she's a valkyrie. She knows him as Loki, even if she's never met him in person. So part of her wonders if he's talking about Odin (even though she knows the real myths differ from Marvel's mythos with Odin actually being Loki's blood brother by all accounts), and the rest of her is just unsure whether she should be talking to Loki at all.]
[Well. That's certainly new, isn't it? And it's enough to drag Gabriel out of a particularly maudlin train of thought. Change of subject is a go.] You're new, aren't you? I knew all of the girls back home.
Gabriel snorts and pours himself another drink. "Screw you, Winchester, I'm allowed to be maudlin now and then." But there's no real heat to his words.
Dean shrugs a bit, pulling the bottle first away from Gabriel, then towards himself, pouring a drink. "I think that's against the Trickster rules, ain't it? You're supposed to be a giggling snarky bastard 24/7 right?"
I don't think He made us with that in mind. He poured it all into the humans. We were made to obey, to serve. Those that He did give free will kinda got shafted with it.
Eh. I don't hate the humans, not like Lu does. They really are better. But it'd be nice to think that He still gave a shit, y'know?
[Gabriel looks up from his drink. He really needs to stop drinking in public. But he's been going strong for a few days now and has finally picked up a good buzz.] Sorry. Just thinking about family and how much it kind of sucked. Still does.
[Well, you know. Bars were pretty much made for the whole drinking in public thing. Normally Clark would try and mind his own business but the guy sounds so down. Hence busybodies-r-us.]
I'm sorry. Is it your dad? Because sometimes it's hard to show family members that you care without looking like a dork.
read your profile. I dig the idea of your character. Brilliant.
[Gabriel looks down glumly at his empty flagon of Asgardian ale. It was the only thing that could really get an archangel hammered and he wasn't nearly drunk enough.] Yup. But feeling entitled to a pity party.
Not seriously enough that I remember it. [His tone impies disinterest. Azim's always avoided the philosophical because it never does him much good in a fight.]
Because He didn't. Doesn't. Whatever. [Little brother is drunk and maudlin tonight, Michael.] He made us to serve, not to love. He gave that to humans.
[If there was one concept his true vessel was familiar with, it was alcohol and the effects of it. So he on some level understood why his brother might be talking that way, it didn't hurt any less to hear though]. That's not how it works Gabriel, you of all of us should know how terrifying being human can be, especially when the divine is involved, you were the messenger.
He loved us very much little brother. They were his creations but we were his sons.
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[See, she's a valkyrie. She knows him as Loki, even if she's never met him in person. So part of her wonders if he's talking about Odin (even though she knows the real myths differ from Marvel's mythos with Odin actually being Loki's blood brother by all accounts), and the rest of her is just unsure whether she should be talking to Loki at all.]
[His interest and attention is a frightening thing. She takes a small step away from him, her eyes raking over him uncertainly.]
[Gabriel looks amused and offers her his arm.]
If you've got it, flaunt it, right?
A shot disappears and he looks thoughtful for a moment. "Although Frank Gorshin was pretty amazing back in the day." Change of subject? Oh yes.
[Gently, Bel places a hand on Gabriel's shoulder, solemn.]
Eh. I don't hate the humans, not like Lu does. They really are better. But it'd be nice to think that He still gave a shit, y'know?
I'm sorry. Is it your dad? Because sometimes it's hard to show family members that you care without looking like a dork.
Edited at 2013-01-13 07:54 pm (UTC)
He didn't love us. Something newer and better came along and.. I think He forgot how to show us much of anything.
You haven't doubted? Not once?
Does love matter that much?
See, that's difference between your dad and mine. Mine loved us - in his own way.
Edited at 2013-01-14 01:53 am (UTC)
He loved us very much little brother. They were his creations but we were his sons.