hey guess what Gabriel dancing with Sam putting his hand up as far as it can go and looking at him with love so beautiful some would call it broken (he calls it /forged) (he calls it /chosen) and Sam laughs because he does not hear the storm that wages in Gabriel’s heart every time he looks at a soul so small it might as well not exist but whose words have changed him /him the huge leering, giant thing that looms over the soul its spindly fingers resting on the ground as it looks at its host at its /chosen one with 6 sets of eyes there is room for curiosity fear rage love need and a space for what is to come and although the Gabriel in this plane has to stand on his toes and brandish their joined hands together his self looks down at the little soul that reaches up to him and /twirls and Gabriel who Gabriel is curls down to meet him two twitching digits spinning and reconfiguring themselves, re/defining themselves touch the soul there is no going back all of history shifts in the space of a touch