As the one with the least amount of context, Gabriel remained quiet as he trailed in just ahead of Tanith, pausing by Fletcher and Valkyrie to smile and squeeze their hands in a more proper 'hello'. The Archangel took a seat beside Ghastly with a sigh, slouching back into the pillows. Wonderful, wonderful furniture.
Listening to the conversation, Gabe nodded to himself. That would explain the suspicion Gabriel had felt in Skul's soul. "Usually people are framed by their enemies," he murmured. "If Scarab was on Mevolant's side, it stands to reason he was framed by yours. Who was leading the war-effort at the time?"
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It was fortunate Solomon had already finished his coffee. If he'd been taking a drink at that time, he would have choked. He almost did anyway. The part about being a fellow refugee was understandable enough, and the part about the Teleporter did say something about the kind of power Saint Gabriel had been displaying to others. It would certainly follow, if people knew the Archangel had been the one to bring Pleasant back, if not exactly who he was.
The part about the pair being romantically involved? Solomon couldn't help it. He gaped.
Despite prudence, his mind tried to tick over to figure that out and simply refused. Romantically involved? With an angel? An Archangel? Certainly, angels were known as beings for love, but Solomon was positive it didn't count that kind of love. It just didn't work. Saint Gabriel's form--it just wouldn't work. Physical, sexual love? Surely not.
But metaphysical ... Solomon's mouth snapped shut and his mind was brought sharply back to the way Saint Gabriel's presence had washed against Skulduggery Pleasant's soul. Was that a usual thing? If Valkyrie had been close enough, would Solomon have seen something similar? Or was it because of the bond the pair must share, given the Archangel had rescued Pleasant from Hell?
For a very long moment indeed Solomon stared. As amusing as China was finding Guild's assumption, Solomon wasn't. At all. They were talking about Saint Gabriel, and Solomon would much rather not be smote. Even though the Archangel had seemed affable enough, respect where respect was due. And one did not disrespect an Archangel.
The Necromancer wasn't one for pity, but for just a moment he felt pity. Pity for Guild, for China Sorrows. For himself.
"Well," he said finally. "I can only hope I'm a fly on the wall if the grand Mage ever discovers just who he's making such assumptions about." Solomon rose smoothly and inclined his head. "Thank you for your time, China. This visit has been most ... illuminating."
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Listening to the conversation, Gabe nodded to himself. That would explain the suspicion Gabriel had felt in Skul's soul. "Usually people are framed by their enemies," he murmured. "If Scarab was on Mevolant's side, it stands to reason he was framed by yours. Who was leading the war-effort at the time?"
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It was fortunate Solomon had already finished his coffee. If he'd been taking a drink at that time, he would have choked. He almost did anyway. The part about being a fellow refugee was understandable enough, and the part about the Teleporter did say something about the kind of power Saint Gabriel had been displaying to others. It would certainly follow, if people knew the Archangel had been the one to bring Pleasant back, if not exactly who he was.
The part about the pair being romantically involved? Solomon couldn't help it. He gaped.
Despite prudence, his mind tried to tick over to figure that out and simply refused. Romantically involved? With an angel? An Archangel? Certainly, angels were known as beings for love, but Solomon was positive it didn't count that kind of love. It just didn't work. Saint Gabriel's form--it just wouldn't work. Physical, sexual love? Surely not.
But metaphysical ... Solomon's mouth snapped shut and his mind was brought sharply back to the way Saint Gabriel's presence had washed against Skulduggery Pleasant's soul. Was that a usual thing? If Valkyrie had been close enough, would Solomon have seen something similar? Or was it because of the bond the pair must share, given the Archangel had rescued Pleasant from Hell?
For a very long moment indeed Solomon stared. As amusing as China was finding Guild's assumption, Solomon wasn't. At all. They were talking about Saint Gabriel, and Solomon would much rather not be smote. Even though the Archangel had seemed affable enough, respect where respect was due. And one did not disrespect an Archangel.
The Necromancer wasn't one for pity, but for just a moment he felt pity. Pity for Guild, for China Sorrows. For himself.
"Well," he said finally. "I can only hope I'm a fly on the wall if the grand Mage ever discovers just who he's making such assumptions about." Solomon rose smoothly and inclined his head. "Thank you for your time, China. This visit has been most ... illuminating."