07-19-2018, 01:09 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]He was still putting off his own initiation, dreading whatever would await him once he drank that poison (it was the only thing he could call it, at this point, given recollections of others.) It seemed like he'd be one of the last ones from the most recent of newcomers to do it, and he briefly considered asking if he could go with someone else to not have to deal with his demons alone.
But that was pathetic, and most importantly useless. He had dealt with his demons time and time again without company, alone with the shadows of the night and a cigarette clamped tightly in his jaws. This wouldn't be any harder and didn't require any special kind of attention.
All he needed was a little bit more time to prepare mentally.
So for now, he was there to greet whoever came back from that accursed island. This time it was Marcellus, someone that Gabriel still knew nothing about other than a name and the fact that, apparently, he was not that good at hunting. Neither told him much, and so his entire view on the man was as neutral as it could possibly be, and his concern ended up being genuine as he made his way over to where Marcellus seemed finished, chucking the bottle into the sea.
"Hey," his voice was barely above a murmur, hopefully calming as he was putting genuine effort into keeping it that way rather than his usual rough way of speaking. "Do you need anything?" There was no use asking if he was okay. No one came out of that island okay except one in a hundred who happened to hallucinate about some grand dreams that they had. He was willing to bet that Marcellus was the same, even though he strongly hoped he was wrong.
But that was pathetic, and most importantly useless. He had dealt with his demons time and time again without company, alone with the shadows of the night and a cigarette clamped tightly in his jaws. This wouldn't be any harder and didn't require any special kind of attention.
All he needed was a little bit more time to prepare mentally.
So for now, he was there to greet whoever came back from that accursed island. This time it was Marcellus, someone that Gabriel still knew nothing about other than a name and the fact that, apparently, he was not that good at hunting. Neither told him much, and so his entire view on the man was as neutral as it could possibly be, and his concern ended up being genuine as he made his way over to where Marcellus seemed finished, chucking the bottle into the sea.
"Hey," his voice was barely above a murmur, hopefully calming as he was putting genuine effort into keeping it that way rather than his usual rough way of speaking. "Do you need anything?" There was no use asking if he was okay. No one came out of that island okay except one in a hundred who happened to hallucinate about some grand dreams that they had. He was willing to bet that Marcellus was the same, even though he strongly hoped he was wrong.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden