Skulduggery and Ghastly were instantly on either side of Gabriel, offering their support. Neither of them had said a word; it was like they operated on an instinctual level none of the others could even get near without having fought in some kind of war. The way Ghastly just accepted all of this without much of a fight was downright creepy, too. Not to mention that once you did accept all this, watching Skulduggery and Gabriel talk like they were old friends was... well. Unnerving, at the very least.
Tanith tried to imagine the man with wings and a halo. It was harder than it looked. How big were an Archangel's wings, anyway? What would they look like? Big and white and feathery, like an over-sized swan's, or...?
Okay. Tanith had given herself more than enough time to get over her shock and eventual apprehension. Ghastly clearly didn't have a problem with this - or if he did, he was hiding it really well - and even Valkyrie was at least talking. It wasn't much different, Tanith imagined, than discovering that magic was real for the first time. She'd never had to go through that, of course, but if Valkyrie could do it twice, then so could she.
Skulduggery was going to need to focus on his disguise, even with the short walk to the van, so Tanith stepped over. "Let me," she told him, and received a grateful nod in return. The detective grabbed the skull still sitting on the pew; a sight that sent an irrational shiver down Tanith's spine. He spun it in his hand so that it was facing him, and strode on ahead to the large doors at the front, Valkyrie following quickly behind. Fletcher brought up the rear, a dazed expression still on his face.
Tanith obviously didn't know anything about angels getting injured, but the basic principle was the same, wasn't it? Try and take their mind off of the pain? "So..." She hesitated, and then said the first thing that came to mind. "Archangels, huh?"
This was, without a doubt, the most awkward conversation Tanith was ever going to have.
"How did you meet Skulduggery?" Ghastly asked after giving Tanith a Look. She returned it with more sheepish chagrin, and decided to let him do most of the talking.
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Tanith tried to imagine the man with wings and a halo. It was harder than it looked. How big were an Archangel's wings, anyway? What would they look like? Big and white and feathery, like an over-sized swan's, or...?
Okay. Tanith had given herself more than enough time to get over her shock and eventual apprehension. Ghastly clearly didn't have a problem with this - or if he did, he was hiding it really well - and even Valkyrie was at least talking. It wasn't much different, Tanith imagined, than discovering that magic was real for the first time. She'd never had to go through that, of course, but if Valkyrie could do it twice, then so could she.
Skulduggery was going to need to focus on his disguise, even with the short walk to the van, so Tanith stepped over. "Let me," she told him, and received a grateful nod in return. The detective grabbed the skull still sitting on the pew; a sight that sent an irrational shiver down Tanith's spine. He spun it in his hand so that it was facing him, and strode on ahead to the large doors at the front, Valkyrie following quickly behind. Fletcher brought up the rear, a dazed expression still on his face.
Tanith obviously didn't know anything about angels getting injured, but the basic principle was the same, wasn't it? Try and take their mind off of the pain? "So..." She hesitated, and then said the first thing that came to mind. "Archangels, huh?"
This was, without a doubt, the most awkward conversation Tanith was ever going to have.
"How did you meet Skulduggery?" Ghastly asked after giving Tanith a Look. She returned it with more sheepish chagrin, and decided to let him do most of the talking.