Icarus | Good omens

t h r e e : f a m i l y

"-and after that, raise your hand. No- not like that, level with your shoulders. Good, good. Now focus, focus on what you want to create, and where you want to create it. Size, shape, colour, focus on all of that, and you'll be able to create it. I know it may seem difficult, but you're doing well, Gabriel. Keep going, and you'll get it. Keep going. Keep focusing-.. "

Soon, Gabriel had managed to create something in the sky. Raphael applauded him quietly as he opened his eyes to admire his new creation alongside his brother.

Ahead of them, nested in the abyss which surrounded, sat a swirling mass of sparkling dust. A few seconds passed, in which the two just stared in silence. Greys and blues and purples all twisted elegantly together, reflecting the light of a few surrounding stars. It twinkled under their small spotlights.

Raphael smiled, pride rushing through his body. He often felt pride in his own creations, of course, but the pride which swelled in his chest was much different. To see Gabriel grow and improve was much more of a pleasure than anything he did would ever be.

Gabriel was grinning with pride, too. This was the best of his works so far- even if they hadn't been at all of this creating business for too long. To see something so beautiful that he'd made sitting in the sky was so wonderful to him. He could even swear that tears welled up in his eyes - he quickly blinked. Then, he turned to Raphael.

Between the two, there was more pride swelling in that single mass of space dust than either of them could possibly handle; at least, not for long.
Though, I suppose no angel could handle pride for extended periods of time. But that was alright, because that meant the time they could be proud for was just a little more special.

Raphael nodded before Gabriel could even speak, "I'm proud of you, brother. You did well"

Gabriel did a small, happy jump, and turned to look behind where they had been stood when he heard footsteps and a small round of applause. Michael and Uriel. How much had they seen? He didn't know, but he hoped that they would find as much joy as he did in what the past few moments had brought into existence. He opened his mouth to speak, but his smile faded when Michael just gave a dismissive wave.

"Gabriel, Raphael," they began, "I see your duties are being followed well."
Michael had always been so much more serious than the others. They were strict, while Raphael and Gabriel were much more relaxed and playful- especially around each other. Uriel had always been fairly quiet, but they were there if they were needed nonetheless. Perfect. An angel who would do their duties without question. Raphael was somewhat angry that they had both been so dismissive of Gabriel, but that could wait.

"Of course they are, Michael, when are they not?"

Michael raised an eyebrow, "Do I really need to give examples?"

The redhead angel hesitated before shaking his head. In the end, he knew that he and Gabriel could be childish, and they had slacked off once or twice before - each time bringing large warnings from Uriel and Sandaphlon.

"I thought as much," they gave their brothers a smile, "anyway, I'm here on duty from the Almighty. She has requested that we assist in her creation. A new world, she calls it, one which she plans to call the Earth."

"Oh?" Raphael was cut off from further questions by excited sounding blabbering from Gabriel.

"Really? She wants us to help? Oh my stars! She's entrusting us with that?"

"Yes, Gabriel. She is. That's quite enough of that, now, isn't it?" Uriel placed a hand on the smallest angel's shoulder in an effort to calm him.

Raphael simply gave a nod, though his own excitement was running wild in his body. Behind his golden irises and porcelain skin, something had begun to stir.
What? He wasn't sure of that, but he pushed that thought back.

"If that is to be our duty, then we must do our best. We must prove that she was right to have trusted us."