-reaches out to gently cup her face between his hands. Thumbs delicately over her cheekbones- Hey. C’mon, dove. You’re stronger than ye give yourself credit for and ye aren’t doin’ this alone. I’m here.
-nods, placing her hands over his- I’m the only angelic librarian to ever plan a battle… and I raised the Fallen from Hell… and defeated a nephilim. …I can do this.
I’d like t’see Hell come knockin’ at my door. They can fuck right off.
-still looks nervous, showing shades of the nervous, awkward, mousy angel she used to be-
Dunno, dove. He must trust ye or see somethin’ in ye. I know I do.
…It will put us in danger. Did he tell you that? Hell will want it, if they find out.
-he slowly sinks to sit as well-
That didn’t occur to me when I told him yes. …But ye wouldn’t, would ye?
No, no I would not, but… to give something so powerful to an enemy of Heaven… I have tried to prove my worth to the Host.
They found me wanting.
They allowed Lucifer to rip the Grace from my body, though I saved the Vessels.
…Why would he choose me?
…This some kind of a big deal?
-nods- The Metatron took down His word. All His knowledge. Everything there is to know about Heaven, Hell, Earth.
The equivalent tablet regarding demons is rumored to be able to close the gates of Hell. …It would be logical to assume that the angel tablet could do the same for Heaven.
…I’m Fallen, Patrick.
Met quite a long time ago and he got me out of a sticky spot. We’ll leave it at that. But he’s got me goin’ after some tablet about angels and he wants you to take care of it when I’ve got it.
-Her eyes go wide and she stares at him-
…He wants me… to…. -sits down-
Had tea with an angel named Metatron. He called in a favor from me and it sorta involves you.
The Scribe? …Why do you owe Father’s Scribe a favor… and what use could a librarian be to him?
irishgambler asked: Dovely. Got somethin' t'tell ye.
…Is it something good?
You mean like the current body count that Raphael and Castiel managed to rack up?
Touche. I dare say it would be closer to the one of the War if we were to reunite… plus I assume there would be numerous human lives lost. Perhaps it’s best that we are speaking in the hypothetical.
-looks him over once- That color suits you. The cut is exemplary as well. Would you be offended if I expressed the opinion that this vessel is better suited to your clothing tastes than your true one would be? The psychic is handsome, but far more boyish than this.