[Alone, a sudden voice is enough to startle him, but at the sight of an angel sitting out of the way in the low-lit halls... His heart slams into his ribcage, and with a stumble, he barely comes to a stop before toppling down the stairs. Here is precisely why he should know better than to leave the safety of those sigils. He can't go anywhere without meeting one of them.
He hasn't crossed paths with just any angel, either. He's one Adam knows intimately well down to his soul; Gabriel's hand prints are all over it in a way not even Michael can claim, and he's an immense part of his earliest memories from after the pit. Adam recalls enough to know that he probably wouldn't be here if not for this angel, but that isn't necessarily a good thing, as they all know.
It is a sign of power, something an angel has in spades.
Swallowing hard, Adam comes to a stop, eyes locked on Gabriel. Then he seems to remember himself and drops his gaze quickly, like Gabriel is too bright to look at. He might be a productive of suffering, but he doesn't crave it.]
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He hasn't crossed paths with just any angel, either. He's one Adam knows intimately well down to his soul; Gabriel's hand prints are all over it in a way not even Michael can claim, and he's an immense part of his earliest memories from after the pit. Adam recalls enough to know that he probably wouldn't be here if not for this angel, but that isn't necessarily a good thing, as they all know.
It is a sign of power, something an angel has in spades.
Swallowing hard, Adam comes to a stop, eyes locked on Gabriel. Then he seems to remember himself and drops his gaze quickly, like Gabriel is too bright to look at. He might be a productive of suffering, but he doesn't crave it.]