When Pigeons Migrate

"What is the meaning of this?"

"I told you already, I was going to transfer him, and I did." 

Irritated and almost fuming was he, Michael was just about ready to curse out the messenger angel but he instead was keeping himself composed in the most failing way possible, how he flocked around his younger brother in an attempt to almost catch his attention and leaning in just to get in his face- but it didn't deter Gabriel. Gabriel only turned his head the other way or looked down at his scroll; a list of chores he had to do by the next season that was coiled in a tight bind- a good majority of his tasks were crossed out, but even more awaited him. Wandering the garden, the hub of angels had almost divided in the archangels' path as the two made way, their quieted bickering catching some attention and side-eyes- but it didn't silence the casualties altogether. Easily, though, the atmosphere was thick with tension. 

"I'm tired of seeing him held up in the observatory all year round," breathed the one with greying hairs, him looking off to the side as he took another sharp turn, a light "excuse me" is pronounced in a whistle as he sneaked his way past a small gathering of angels and its respected cherub- to whom he gave a brief nod to in greeting. "Ever since his execution, he hasn't been the same." "So long as he attends to his duties he is fine. How he is is not a concern that should be considered." "You really don't hear the crazy in that, huh." There was a twinge of disappointment that dissipated like seafoam, present for just a moment but gone within the next as if the messenger was used to this as if he were wanting to fight back against Michael's nonsense- but instead retreated into a tiresome state.

"I got Eden's approval, so just back off and trust me. He's my brother but he's also yours too, be a better one- for him." In the knight furrowing his brows, his head wings were curled in a sense of secrecy, as if he didn't want anyone to hear of the bickering in an almost ashamed way of this even happening. It's one thing for someone to act out of line but it's even harder when you can't get through to someone so stubborn or- or careless. It's ironic, really. "Raphael was doing just fine." "No, he wasn't." The two spoke as if they were whispering through brick walls, gritted teeth that were clenched and most certainly grinding. It was like witnessing two volcanoes that were just about to erupt; dormant but you can just start to see the smoke billowing in threat. "He was doing what he was assigned to do, can you not do the same?" In a sharp inhale, Gabriel paused. "Mike-" "Michael." "Mike." If it were possible to see through the warrior's blindfold, he'd have been rolling his eyes. The scroll wielding angel went on to tuck the wound up sheet to his belt, just so he could place a hand on his brother's shoulder as if he were about to say something well rounded and serious, as if he were going to flesh out a lecture Esq. monologue that would make the other think.

"Shut up." Giving a pat, Gabriel straightened his posture and went his merry way. 

"That was terribly anticlimatic and childish!"

"I'm not listening to you." Gabriel brought his two hands up to cover his ears, his headwings waving up as Michael went after him, an exasperated gasp that reeked of 'why I never.'

"Gabriel get back here right this instant-!"