The altar cloth is perfect. Sure, a few sigils are slightly out of whack, but that's not what matters, it's never mattered in the magic that the Sons work in. What matters is the intent behind it, the power raised and what it is being used for. Gabriel's smile softens as he takes it, running his fingers along the thread.
He raises up to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. "It's perfect Sam. Completely perfect."
Taking his hand, Gabriel leads him out into the grove where there are candles and two cups, one with water from the spring and one with sanctified oil for the rite itself. "Just remember to keep your focus on me," he murmurs. "No one else."
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Date: 2015-07-05 08:30 pm (UTC)He raises up to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. "It's perfect Sam. Completely perfect."
Taking his hand, Gabriel leads him out into the grove where there are candles and two cups, one with water from the spring and one with sanctified oil for the rite itself. "Just remember to keep your focus on me," he murmurs. "No one else."