impudentsongbird: (that he brings)
Gabriel ([personal profile] impudentsongbird) wrote 2012-11-01 02:36 pm (UTC)

The silence was golden, and beautiful, and comfortable, and painless. Gabriel revelled in it with a beatific smile, his eyes closed, listening to the reverberations of his own words whispering. Then sounded Skulduggery's voice, deadpan and teasing and relaxed in that way that said he was trying hard not to be as impressed as he was.

Gabriel opened his eyes and laughed, a soft, delighted laugh which sounded almost like delicate chimes. The recitation had given him the time to think over his guess. "That's 'cos Peter Morgan was talkin' about metaphoric waters, not sweaters."

~~~

Dad laughed out loud and rose again to His feet, His movements far too graceful for a man looking like he was in his 60s. "Aw, all over the place," He said with a shrug and a tip of His hat at the Grand Mage. "Just came from Cali, though. Been a while since I've been in these parts, but My son came over not long ago and I figured, why not?"

The Creator was, currently, wearing salt-stiffened clothes, the kind that was loose enough to be comfortable but not get caught in ship-lines. A shirt, trousers, sandals. And a cowboy hat. Between the casual dress and the accent, there were certain similarities to be noticed.

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