This whole situation was a lot more like what Skulduggery imagined meeting an Archangel would be like. A higher knowledge, a higher being on a higher plane, looking down on him from an understanding Skulduggery didn't have. It was pretty much the level of confusion he'd expected; the exact knowing, calm, and gentle smile from Gabriel, the life-changing revelations that were leaving him dizzy. Dizzy. Dizzy without ears or the physical capacity to become lightheaded, let alone dizzy.
He just hadn't expected it to be because of a confession. A confession of love. On Gabriel's part.
On another note he barely allowed himself to contemplate, he also hadn't expected to find the smile so endearing.
Gabriel's answer to Skulduggery's question gave him endless amounts of relief, which would normally have felt heavenly after the last few minutes. (... heavenly.) But the instant the relief ran its course, it appeared to have washed away all the last scraps of his sanity and left him with nothing but more fear, more uncertainty, and more confusion.
"Changes." For the first time in his death, Skulduggery could no longer stay still. He stood up and walked over to the nearby armchair, stopped right in front of it, and leaned up against an arm without sitting down. His arms were folded, eyeless gaze still on Gabe. "What changes would there be? How does something like this - "
The air against his shoulder blade shifted, and Skulduggery was abruptly aware that there'd been a break in the air currents for a while, and he just... hadn't noticed. His head snapped to the corner, where he shouldn't have been particularly surprised to find Anton Shudder sitting behind the door.
He was actually grateful for it. The shock and the surprise crowded out everything else. He couldn't quite think, but at least he didn't feel so much like he was stuck in the middle of a maelstrom.
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He just hadn't expected it to be because of a confession. A confession of love. On Gabriel's part.
On another note he barely allowed himself to contemplate, he also hadn't expected to find the smile so endearing.
Gabriel's answer to Skulduggery's question gave him endless amounts of relief, which would normally have felt heavenly after the last few minutes. (... heavenly.) But the instant the relief ran its course, it appeared to have washed away all the last scraps of his sanity and left him with nothing but more fear, more uncertainty, and more confusion.
"Changes." For the first time in his death, Skulduggery could no longer stay still. He stood up and walked over to the nearby armchair, stopped right in front of it, and leaned up against an arm without sitting down. His arms were folded, eyeless gaze still on Gabe. "What changes would there be? How does something like this - "
The air against his shoulder blade shifted, and Skulduggery was abruptly aware that there'd been a break in the air currents for a while, and he just... hadn't noticed. His head snapped to the corner, where he shouldn't have been particularly surprised to find Anton Shudder sitting behind the door.
He was actually grateful for it. The shock and the surprise crowded out everything else. He couldn't quite think, but at least he didn't feel so much like he was stuck in the middle of a maelstrom.