09-08-2018, 07:50 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Something felt off. Well, more than usual, and what pissed him off was how fine everything else had gone. He had important information from the The Typhoon, his wing had nearly healed, he had his ticket to freedom- fine, right? Maybe. He still had to worry about what kind of reception he'd get. Would it be the, "I missed you, you bastard," reunion or, "Get the hell out of here," kind? Gabe wouldn't blame them for that. He was gone for a while, possibly long enough for the shits to forget about him, and a part of the hybrid was...concerned for how things might have changed in his absence. Surely they had. He didn't expect The Ascendants to be sunshine and rainbows, or for them all to sit down with tea and cakes.
More than that, though, was the very faint, nearly imperceptible degree of feeling off-kilter. Like when staring at a portrait on a wall and thinking it had to be oblique, except everyone else saw no issue with it. He hated it, and it made walking back from The Typhoon more of an annoyance, every step spent scratching at an invisible itch. Maybe it was some disguised guilt over leaving after Des had just showed his face, because he was a good kid, better than he thought he was, and Gabe hadn't managed to remain unattached.
Or maybe he needed to get laid. Equally possible, that.
Either way, he was here, staring down a familiar expanse of grass. Had Laz returned, or did he stay back in the desert Gabe'd visited him in? He wanted to see him again. He wanted to see so many people again: Moon, Suiteheart, her impossibly nice wife Margaery, Versailles, Peri- hell, even Bast, despite knowing maybe a teaspoon about the guy. Without his permission -as per fucking usual- they'd become important to him. Though he wouldn't be surprised if Moon gave him the longest cold shoulder in this history of cold shoulders. Ice Age length cold shoulder.
He'd deserve it.
Resisting the urge to tear his fur out -bird-brain- Gabe rolled his shoulders, adjusting his good wing. "Where's my red carpet? I called ahead and everything."
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More than that, though, was the very faint, nearly imperceptible degree of feeling off-kilter. Like when staring at a portrait on a wall and thinking it had to be oblique, except everyone else saw no issue with it. He hated it, and it made walking back from The Typhoon more of an annoyance, every step spent scratching at an invisible itch. Maybe it was some disguised guilt over leaving after Des had just showed his face, because he was a good kid, better than he thought he was, and Gabe hadn't managed to remain unattached.
Or maybe he needed to get laid. Equally possible, that.
Either way, he was here, staring down a familiar expanse of grass. Had Laz returned, or did he stay back in the desert Gabe'd visited him in? He wanted to see him again. He wanted to see so many people again: Moon, Suiteheart, her impossibly nice wife Margaery, Versailles, Peri- hell, even Bast, despite knowing maybe a teaspoon about the guy. Without his permission -as per fucking usual- they'd become important to him. Though he wouldn't be surprised if Moon gave him the longest cold shoulder in this history of cold shoulders. Ice Age length cold shoulder.
He'd deserve it.
Resisting the urge to tear his fur out -bird-brain- Gabe rolled his shoulders, adjusting his good wing. "Where's my red carpet? I called ahead and everything."
[align=right][i]——INFO
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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