08-02-2018, 01:14 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]Another soft chuckle punctuated Gabriel's statement, although his eyes narrowed in concern at the pain that seemed to radiate off of the man's form. It was more than just intuition, as his demonic senses were useful in picking shit like that up, and perhaps he was imagining it to be far worse than it actually was. That didn't stop him from fretting, despite the fact that he smoothly brushed it off under the constant lighthearted guise he wore. "Yeah, but then I'd have to ask you to drag yourself out as well to save me even more trouble. Better for both of us if we save the rejuvenating salt bath for later, yeah? Promise I'll take you around sight seeing once you're feeling better and then I'll be up to dragging you wherever you need to be dragged to and out of," damn, there he went again with words that could very well draw out another laugh from the injured man, but trying to get him to stop was like trying to nail jello to a tree. Impossible.
If the humor was gone, there was nothing else left. It guarded everything he had, and had become second nature to him ages ago.
As for his accommodating nature? It was a mix of everything, really. One of the reasons was the fact that he had never been inclined to watch people just die beneath his paws (at least not after leaving his former life behind, although he tried to forget about the time he used to enjoy being the one to tear at people's throats), the other was simply an instinct to try and repent for whatever he had done in any way possible. Most of all, though, it was because he really didn't give two shits about the alliances and rivalries that existed. Everything and everyone was analyzed on a personal basis, not as an organization, another helpful trait he had inherited from Lirim.
The thought that he didn't belong here had crossed his mind a lot, but his guilt stopped him from seeking out better. His place was among the scoundrels and murderers, not those who actively sought good. He hadn't earned his place there, so here he would stay, helping whatever lonely soul happened to wander across the border.
"You're still plenty interesting, I'm sure," he mused in response to Gabriel's next statement, then watched with something akin to amusement as he started to pluck at the feathers on his body. There was no interpretation to be had, however, and he simply continued to gaze patiently until the hybrid's attention was back on him and proceeded to smile at him once again once he knew he had it.
"Gabe," he tasted the name, found it was simple enough for him to like, then chuckled at the inquiry of his own name. Right. He had almost forgotten about that. It was hard to remember when the thing you went by wasn't really a name to begin with. "Just Des works, then. Also nothing fancy," perhaps he was getting snarky without realizing it, not sharing the alias he had used for ages now, but it was a playful kind of snark that picked at Gabe's own choice of a shortened name rather than anything volatile. Once again he gave the hybrid his time and space to analyze the scene around him, watching his gaze fall towards Vandal and Lucifer (who had proceeded to leave soon after claiming to go get a medic), but he couldn't help but butt in at the man's next words.
"What's stoppin' you? Digestive system or lack of supplies, 'cause if you need the latter then the shack I just mentioned also has a handy stash of alcohol that-" he sent an faux glare towards Vandal before continuing "I'd hate to have someone steal. Shouldn't have said anything, fuck," still, the lightness in his voice didn't drop, and if anything the grin on his maw only widened as his dual colored stare returned to Gabriel.
"Whichever it is, if you'd be so inclined to follow me, I'll get that wing set for you... and I solemnly swear I won't give you a reason to kick me," a soft scoff was sent towards the direction that Lucifer had gone off to, and with another charming smile thrown Gabe's way, he made no attempts to hide his next 'whisper.'
"Between you and me, it might take anyone else a bit to get here to see if you're gonna live until tomorrow, and I'd hate to have our conversation cut short because you decided to die," like there was really any decision behind it, but he still hoped that it would provide some pathetic excuse for mirth... although he realized soon after that he should probably cut out saying anything funny or snarky for the next few hours so the hybrid didn't pass out from the pain laughing caused him.
"Come on," the statement was more of an offer than it was a command, but Des still stood up and turned around to walk off, not looking back to see if Gabe trusted him enough to follow. Hell, he probably wouldn't trust anyone here if he was in his place... but maybe that was just his survival instinct talking. It took a lot for him to let his guard down, maybe Gabe was different.
Plus, Des' offer was genuine, despite the shady nature of most of the people here he was starting to hesitantly call 'companions.'
// heck, u want a private thread? *eyes emoji*
If the humor was gone, there was nothing else left. It guarded everything he had, and had become second nature to him ages ago.
As for his accommodating nature? It was a mix of everything, really. One of the reasons was the fact that he had never been inclined to watch people just die beneath his paws (at least not after leaving his former life behind, although he tried to forget about the time he used to enjoy being the one to tear at people's throats), the other was simply an instinct to try and repent for whatever he had done in any way possible. Most of all, though, it was because he really didn't give two shits about the alliances and rivalries that existed. Everything and everyone was analyzed on a personal basis, not as an organization, another helpful trait he had inherited from Lirim.
The thought that he didn't belong here had crossed his mind a lot, but his guilt stopped him from seeking out better. His place was among the scoundrels and murderers, not those who actively sought good. He hadn't earned his place there, so here he would stay, helping whatever lonely soul happened to wander across the border.
"You're still plenty interesting, I'm sure," he mused in response to Gabriel's next statement, then watched with something akin to amusement as he started to pluck at the feathers on his body. There was no interpretation to be had, however, and he simply continued to gaze patiently until the hybrid's attention was back on him and proceeded to smile at him once again once he knew he had it.
"Gabe," he tasted the name, found it was simple enough for him to like, then chuckled at the inquiry of his own name. Right. He had almost forgotten about that. It was hard to remember when the thing you went by wasn't really a name to begin with. "Just Des works, then. Also nothing fancy," perhaps he was getting snarky without realizing it, not sharing the alias he had used for ages now, but it was a playful kind of snark that picked at Gabe's own choice of a shortened name rather than anything volatile. Once again he gave the hybrid his time and space to analyze the scene around him, watching his gaze fall towards Vandal and Lucifer (who had proceeded to leave soon after claiming to go get a medic), but he couldn't help but butt in at the man's next words.
"What's stoppin' you? Digestive system or lack of supplies, 'cause if you need the latter then the shack I just mentioned also has a handy stash of alcohol that-" he sent an faux glare towards Vandal before continuing "I'd hate to have someone steal. Shouldn't have said anything, fuck," still, the lightness in his voice didn't drop, and if anything the grin on his maw only widened as his dual colored stare returned to Gabriel.
"Whichever it is, if you'd be so inclined to follow me, I'll get that wing set for you... and I solemnly swear I won't give you a reason to kick me," a soft scoff was sent towards the direction that Lucifer had gone off to, and with another charming smile thrown Gabe's way, he made no attempts to hide his next 'whisper.'
"Between you and me, it might take anyone else a bit to get here to see if you're gonna live until tomorrow, and I'd hate to have our conversation cut short because you decided to die," like there was really any decision behind it, but he still hoped that it would provide some pathetic excuse for mirth... although he realized soon after that he should probably cut out saying anything funny or snarky for the next few hours so the hybrid didn't pass out from the pain laughing caused him.
"Come on," the statement was more of an offer than it was a command, but Des still stood up and turned around to walk off, not looking back to see if Gabe trusted him enough to follow. Hell, he probably wouldn't trust anyone here if he was in his place... but maybe that was just his survival instinct talking. It took a lot for him to let his guard down, maybe Gabe was different.
Plus, Des' offer was genuine, despite the shady nature of most of the people here he was starting to hesitantly call 'companions.'
// heck, u want a private thread? *eyes emoji*
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