Never in his life had Corrival wished so much that he had pictures to view than at that description. He laughed and it felt good. Amused and glad, something he could still do, something which wasn't bound by the terror of a mass murderer. "You should've taken pictures," he told the younger sorcerer with mock censure. "I'm not impressed, Ravel. I need proof of those kinds of shenanigans."
Skulduggery in love with an Archangel. Corrival had known, because it had been said and left undenied. But Erskine had seen it, and Corrival could only wish he had as well.
That information about Raphael was interesting, though. Corrival had helped break him out of the Gaol, but that was all he knew. Somehow, he wasn't entirely surprised to hear he took that tack, given what he'd seen of Gabe. Having a zest for life seemed to be an angelic trait, even though Gabe's was apparently quieter. Mentally Corrival filled Erskine's name into that unfilled 'someone just a tad more serious' line.
"He'd better have taken your magic for a good cause, then," he grumbled, but it was affectionately exasperated. If Raphael had just arrived, maybe he'd needed the extra boost to heal his brother. It was the most logical reason, and it was just like Erskine to offer his services to people he'd known existed for all of an hour.
The underling returned with a chair. Corrival accepted it with a nod, refused to let him in, and kicked the door shut as he took it back to the desk. When Erskine stirred, just a little, Corrival put his glass down long enough to give him a soft cuff over the head. "None of that now. Go ahead and sleep off the exertion the Archangel put you through, and work on your stamina later."
There wasn't even an answer. There may have been a faint smile on Erskine's lips, though, as Corrival took back his seat, his half-full glass to one side, and returned to the paperwork he didn't want.
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Skulduggery in love with an Archangel. Corrival had known, because it had been said and left undenied. But Erskine had seen it, and Corrival could only wish he had as well.
That information about Raphael was interesting, though. Corrival had helped break him out of the Gaol, but that was all he knew. Somehow, he wasn't entirely surprised to hear he took that tack, given what he'd seen of Gabe. Having a zest for life seemed to be an angelic trait, even though Gabe's was apparently quieter. Mentally Corrival filled Erskine's name into that unfilled 'someone just a tad more serious' line.
"He'd better have taken your magic for a good cause, then," he grumbled, but it was affectionately exasperated. If Raphael had just arrived, maybe he'd needed the extra boost to heal his brother. It was the most logical reason, and it was just like Erskine to offer his services to people he'd known existed for all of an hour.
The underling returned with a chair. Corrival accepted it with a nod, refused to let him in, and kicked the door shut as he took it back to the desk. When Erskine stirred, just a little, Corrival put his glass down long enough to give him a soft cuff over the head. "None of that now. Go ahead and sleep off the exertion the Archangel put you through, and work on your stamina later."
There wasn't even an answer. There may have been a faint smile on Erskine's lips, though, as Corrival took back his seat, his half-full glass to one side, and returned to the paperwork he didn't want.