As Merlin circled around, casting and recasting, reinforcing and interweaving, Michael stood immovably, his eyes locked on the lion's.
Little brother. Stay. Stop running.
He wanted to say I will protect you, but he didn't know if it was true, and the last thing Gabriel needed at this moment was a lie. Instead he opened his Grace, not pushing it forward but allowing it to expand into the air around and just in front of him, so that Gabriel could see and smell and sense but not drown in it.
He let his concern bleed through, his love, but most of all memories of their Master. He was sick with worry that this would not be enough, but this was where he had to start.
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Little brother. Stay. Stop running.
He wanted to say I will protect you, but he didn't know if it was true, and the last thing Gabriel needed at this moment was a lie. Instead he opened his Grace, not pushing it forward but allowing it to expand into the air around and just in front of him, so that Gabriel could see and smell and sense but not drown in it.
He let his concern bleed through, his love, but most of all memories of their Master. He was sick with worry that this would not be enough, but this was where he had to start.