08-04-2018, 02:53 AM
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also this is probably awful because i should be sleeping instead of writing but when the muse arrives you cant deny it
Personally, Gabe couldn't attest to how much he'd changed, not fully. It wasn't such a noticeable transformation as from brittle to warm -whether or not the latter was forced- because he had never found himself consumed by a vacuum of emotion. Or emotionlessness. It had been the chipping of a stone, or so it felt, because he could remember himself before it all began as full of aspirations, not quite naive but hardly embittered by everything he'd seen. He hadn't gone on a desperate quest to feel anything he could put his hands on, and thus didn't suffer from the intense guilt that coincided with it, but the knowledge that someone always had it worse didn't prevent those nights when he woke up, heart rabbiting in his chest, images of broken bodies he could have saved and failed blazing a canyon in his mind. That steady erosion drove him to take drastic measures that weren't even worth it, but he supposed it was a blessing that he couldn't remember any of that.
Or a curse. He couldn't know yet.
The same way he couldn't know for certain if the friendliness was genuine, or feigned, or even some elaborate combination of the two. For now, it wasn't as though Des could use it against him -not for the time being- so he wouldn't give chase to the trail at the moment, because he wouldn't deny how it eased long-built tension in his shoulders to simply talk with no expectations. Lazarus wasn't much of a conversationalist unless he was giving shit, and Gabe had no qualms with it, but he hadn't spoken much with anyone else on a person-to-person basis. Usually it was in a group, with Moon making smartass comments- or attempting to. Either way, the joviality from Des was appreciated.
Even though he certainly didn't refrain from mouthing off.
"I think I'd be willing to risk it." Not that he would ever go through with it. However much he fucked around in regards to starting trouble, most of it was just humorous bluster. It wasn't that he didn't know how to cause a ruckus, but that it would involve a bit more than stealing a man's collection of alcohol, as hefty as the collection was. He would admit it was a bit tempting, though. Just a bit.
Not for the first time, Gabriel considered the logistics of smacking the wolf upside the head, but that might be more effort than it was worth. "If it's both, promise you won't try upping your game." He didn't even know if such a thing were possible, though it was likely he'd been spending too much time with awkward kids and the less-talkative type. Mainly Lazarus and himself. Maybe this would remedy that- the alcohol would certainly remedy something, and he didn't hesitate to tip the bottle over the glass, shuffling it around to the other to fill it equally. "Laugh at me and you'll wake up missing a few things." The statement referred to the awkward method for drinking the mezcal. His beak was a bird's, but his tongue was definitely feline, so it fit a bit oddly in his mouth and unfurled just as strangely, considering "cat tongue" wasn't what most people expected when seeing a beak.
He lapped at it, taking a moment to admire the smokiness before it was time to take care of the scrapes. Alcohol wasn't his go-to disinfectant. It could work as a last resort, but when it wasn't his only option, he preferred to take something that wouldn't deaden his nerves. He already had enough of that with the damn ghosting his body liked to do. "But you have more than vodka, thankfully. Otherwise I might hit you over the head with it."
There was a short silence between Gabe working with the alcohol and Des rummaging, until he asked his question; the lack of immediate reply drew his gaze to the canine, whose muscles had drawn taut, generally strained until he strode back over looking perfectly fine. So Gabe had found a nerve unwittingly. He took a walk around his question, taking account of various angles. Des could be bothered that he underestimated his preparedness, or he was uncomfortable with remarks on his possessions in general, except he'd been receptive about the booze. Something else then. The quantity comment?
He didn't have much of a chance to explore that, or to dissect Des' answer, because it was time to take care of the useless wing on his back. He rolled his shoulders and gave his neck a pop. "And if you lied, I'd call you out on your shit. It's not my first time, so just do what you need to do."
[align=right][i]——INFO
also this is probably awful because i should be sleeping instead of writing but when the muse arrives you cant deny it
Personally, Gabe couldn't attest to how much he'd changed, not fully. It wasn't such a noticeable transformation as from brittle to warm -whether or not the latter was forced- because he had never found himself consumed by a vacuum of emotion. Or emotionlessness. It had been the chipping of a stone, or so it felt, because he could remember himself before it all began as full of aspirations, not quite naive but hardly embittered by everything he'd seen. He hadn't gone on a desperate quest to feel anything he could put his hands on, and thus didn't suffer from the intense guilt that coincided with it, but the knowledge that someone always had it worse didn't prevent those nights when he woke up, heart rabbiting in his chest, images of broken bodies he could have saved and failed blazing a canyon in his mind. That steady erosion drove him to take drastic measures that weren't even worth it, but he supposed it was a blessing that he couldn't remember any of that.
Or a curse. He couldn't know yet.
The same way he couldn't know for certain if the friendliness was genuine, or feigned, or even some elaborate combination of the two. For now, it wasn't as though Des could use it against him -not for the time being- so he wouldn't give chase to the trail at the moment, because he wouldn't deny how it eased long-built tension in his shoulders to simply talk with no expectations. Lazarus wasn't much of a conversationalist unless he was giving shit, and Gabe had no qualms with it, but he hadn't spoken much with anyone else on a person-to-person basis. Usually it was in a group, with Moon making smartass comments- or attempting to. Either way, the joviality from Des was appreciated.
Even though he certainly didn't refrain from mouthing off.
"I think I'd be willing to risk it." Not that he would ever go through with it. However much he fucked around in regards to starting trouble, most of it was just humorous bluster. It wasn't that he didn't know how to cause a ruckus, but that it would involve a bit more than stealing a man's collection of alcohol, as hefty as the collection was. He would admit it was a bit tempting, though. Just a bit.
Not for the first time, Gabriel considered the logistics of smacking the wolf upside the head, but that might be more effort than it was worth. "If it's both, promise you won't try upping your game." He didn't even know if such a thing were possible, though it was likely he'd been spending too much time with awkward kids and the less-talkative type. Mainly Lazarus and himself. Maybe this would remedy that- the alcohol would certainly remedy something, and he didn't hesitate to tip the bottle over the glass, shuffling it around to the other to fill it equally. "Laugh at me and you'll wake up missing a few things." The statement referred to the awkward method for drinking the mezcal. His beak was a bird's, but his tongue was definitely feline, so it fit a bit oddly in his mouth and unfurled just as strangely, considering "cat tongue" wasn't what most people expected when seeing a beak.
He lapped at it, taking a moment to admire the smokiness before it was time to take care of the scrapes. Alcohol wasn't his go-to disinfectant. It could work as a last resort, but when it wasn't his only option, he preferred to take something that wouldn't deaden his nerves. He already had enough of that with the damn ghosting his body liked to do. "But you have more than vodka, thankfully. Otherwise I might hit you over the head with it."
There was a short silence between Gabe working with the alcohol and Des rummaging, until he asked his question; the lack of immediate reply drew his gaze to the canine, whose muscles had drawn taut, generally strained until he strode back over looking perfectly fine. So Gabe had found a nerve unwittingly. He took a walk around his question, taking account of various angles. Des could be bothered that he underestimated his preparedness, or he was uncomfortable with remarks on his possessions in general, except he'd been receptive about the booze. Something else then. The quantity comment?
He didn't have much of a chance to explore that, or to dissect Des' answer, because it was time to take care of the useless wing on his back. He rolled his shoulders and gave his neck a pop. "And if you lied, I'd call you out on your shit. It's not my first time, so just do what you need to do."
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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