08-01-2018, 01:07 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]/i was trying to ignore the feelings and of course you beat me with them thanks Rev
For Gabriel, it evoked an entirely different reaction in his mind to have Laz's wild eyes trained on him, to feel even just a portion of the viciousness others had fallen to. When Gabe had returned to those streets in search of a younger Lazarus, he could've left him there after killing those in charge, as he had with the others of that group he didn't end; however, those people were destined to be small fish. Lazarus, however- well. If Gabe had left him there, Laz would've become very big fish, would have walked the path of no return, and where the former bosses had led by manipulation and cunning, Lazarus' reign over the streets would have been purely brutality based, his fierceness cultivating fear in every single one of those in his orbit. He would've become the type of person Gabe would spend weeks gathering intel on before killing, and after so much death had hounded his heels, he couldn't allow the child to twist into something unrecognizable, something hateful.
He saw a glimpse of that alternate future in the bared fangs and heated breath; in the next moment, the insight vanished, chased away by the guilt haunting Lazarus' expression. It was the only real warning Gabe had before a stinging comment -he reminded himself this was for a reason- preceeded a searing hot blast erupting in his wing as bones gave way to great force. Under normal circumstances, Gabriel would have been eerily quiet for such an injury; enduring pain had become a part of his life years ago, but people were less surprised by a shout of pain than by a silent shudder, and so he allowed a gasp. In its wake, he found himself lifted, as planned, by jaws around his throat, hurtling him across the border as though he were little more than a ragdoll. He certainly hit the ground like one, sprawling limply.
Gabe lifted his head to see Laz's snarl, his command receiving a sneer. "You want this place to yourself? Fine. Hated the grass anyway." He dragged himself to stand, wing hanging at an awkward angle at his side, and without another word, the hybrid turned, limping away from the border, away from a home, away from his son.
Sometimes, you had to break a bone to mend it.
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For Gabriel, it evoked an entirely different reaction in his mind to have Laz's wild eyes trained on him, to feel even just a portion of the viciousness others had fallen to. When Gabe had returned to those streets in search of a younger Lazarus, he could've left him there after killing those in charge, as he had with the others of that group he didn't end; however, those people were destined to be small fish. Lazarus, however- well. If Gabe had left him there, Laz would've become very big fish, would have walked the path of no return, and where the former bosses had led by manipulation and cunning, Lazarus' reign over the streets would have been purely brutality based, his fierceness cultivating fear in every single one of those in his orbit. He would've become the type of person Gabe would spend weeks gathering intel on before killing, and after so much death had hounded his heels, he couldn't allow the child to twist into something unrecognizable, something hateful.
He saw a glimpse of that alternate future in the bared fangs and heated breath; in the next moment, the insight vanished, chased away by the guilt haunting Lazarus' expression. It was the only real warning Gabe had before a stinging comment -he reminded himself this was for a reason- preceeded a searing hot blast erupting in his wing as bones gave way to great force. Under normal circumstances, Gabriel would have been eerily quiet for such an injury; enduring pain had become a part of his life years ago, but people were less surprised by a shout of pain than by a silent shudder, and so he allowed a gasp. In its wake, he found himself lifted, as planned, by jaws around his throat, hurtling him across the border as though he were little more than a ragdoll. He certainly hit the ground like one, sprawling limply.
Gabe lifted his head to see Laz's snarl, his command receiving a sneer. "You want this place to yourself? Fine. Hated the grass anyway." He dragged himself to stand, wing hanging at an awkward angle at his side, and without another word, the hybrid turned, limping away from the border, away from a home, away from his son.
Sometimes, you had to break a bone to mend it.
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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