08-06-2018, 09:47 PM
[size=9pt]Moon's not a complete idiot; he knows Gabriel isn't here to save him. Despite the Archangel name, he's not some swooping flurry of holy wrath, powerful enough to rain down on the Typhoon's mass of members and drag Moon off to safety. But it's fine. He doesn't expect him to. In fact, in that moment, Moon can't find it in himself to care about escaping. He'd never been one particularly fond of life and all it's blessings; perhaps this is the early end younger Moon had always asked for. Perhaps he was being overdramatic.
He coughs a laugh. "Yeah, 'taking care of'? Fuck off, Feathers. That's my job. 'Bet you've already adopted half of this shithole's messed up kids, anyway." He'd planned on saying, 'I'm not another one of your charity case sons,' but, in the moment, his speech was slow and slurred enough for him to genuinely think, if only slightly, about what he had to say. And he had no interest in reminding Gabriel of Lazarus and whatever the fuck went down between them. He knows a complicated situation when he sees one. Hell, he's a fucking walking complicated situation, himself. [b]"But, yeah, whatever, dodge the question if you want. I don't give a shit. Keep your secrets. Allies and enemies and sworn loyalties. It's all a load of bullshit."[/b]
Gathering all of his strength, he pushes himself from the wall and tugs the basket over to him. The sight of the water makes his tongue feel as dry as Gabriel's wit, and he realizes just how long it'd been since he'd last had a drink. Back in the Ascendant's, he'd been having a busy day when he was knocked out by that Grandma Wolf bitch, but even if he hadn't-- Moon had never been one to take care of himself, anyway. He bends and laps at the water for a moment, and it hits him, then, just how exposed he feels. It's incredibly uncomfortable, the whole situation. The fact that he'd end up with Gabriel, out of everyone, visiting him when he was such a ragged mess was definitely karma paying him a visit. He lifts his head, gaze remaining on the ground, and collapses back against the wall. "You come here often, Tweety? Wallowing in someone else's indignity seems to be right up your alley. Or am I just special?"
He coughs a laugh. "Yeah, 'taking care of'? Fuck off, Feathers. That's my job. 'Bet you've already adopted half of this shithole's messed up kids, anyway." He'd planned on saying, 'I'm not another one of your charity case sons,' but, in the moment, his speech was slow and slurred enough for him to genuinely think, if only slightly, about what he had to say. And he had no interest in reminding Gabriel of Lazarus and whatever the fuck went down between them. He knows a complicated situation when he sees one. Hell, he's a fucking walking complicated situation, himself. [b]"But, yeah, whatever, dodge the question if you want. I don't give a shit. Keep your secrets. Allies and enemies and sworn loyalties. It's all a load of bullshit."[/b]
Gathering all of his strength, he pushes himself from the wall and tugs the basket over to him. The sight of the water makes his tongue feel as dry as Gabriel's wit, and he realizes just how long it'd been since he'd last had a drink. Back in the Ascendant's, he'd been having a busy day when he was knocked out by that Grandma Wolf bitch, but even if he hadn't-- Moon had never been one to take care of himself, anyway. He bends and laps at the water for a moment, and it hits him, then, just how exposed he feels. It's incredibly uncomfortable, the whole situation. The fact that he'd end up with Gabriel, out of everyone, visiting him when he was such a ragged mess was definitely karma paying him a visit. He lifts his head, gaze remaining on the ground, and collapses back against the wall. "You come here often, Tweety? Wallowing in someone else's indignity seems to be right up your alley. Or am I just special?"
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]