09-11-2018, 09:36 AM
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If someone were to ask him to describe his life with one word, Gabriel would, most likely, put a boot in their ass and tell them to take that horoscope shit to someone else. Then the question would lodge itself in his brain, and he'd mull over how to reduce his life to a single word before settling on the phrase, "fucking things up trying to unfuck things up." It was definitely a pattern of his days, less so when he was a child, although arguably the things he did to help his mother did, in fact, fuck things up for himself. He didn't regret them. What he did regret was all the mistakes that followed, the wide-eyed idealism that had Gabe believing he could make a difference that resulted in a total success, when in reality, balance in life was just...shit. Tilting it when it was already tilted to attempt to straighten it didn't usually work out that way.
In reality, it'd tip a little too far back one way, completely throwing off the two sides. He couldn't even say one was for the better- sure, you could give a person good things, but that didn't mean they knew what to do with them, or that they'd stay.
Trying to unfuck other people's lives really had a tendency of biting Gabe in the ass later. But not always. When he pulled Laz out of that alleyway, when the kid no longer treated him like he was the next top dog on the block he had to begrudgingly bow down to, Gabe tentatively counted it as the start of success. Then when he went from addressing him as kid to calling him mijo- well, it wasn't about whether he succeeded in giving Laz something better than before. It became giving him the best, though he would be the first to admit he couldn't always deliver like he wanted to.
With Des, though, Gabe hadn't even known where to start. Some people would miss the fact that there was even a need to lend a hand, but that was shit. He couldn't claim to know him the best, or even to know him, but he figured out a few things. Mainly when he died, and there was no sign of a struggle. The cause wasn't a slow one, but when you went somewhere unwillingly, no matter how quickly, there was something. Not easy acceptance, and then returning with a heaviness to him Gabe couldn't miss. The kind of heaviness he saw in himself when deeply disappointed.
For as little as he knew, that wouldn't keep him from trying. He kind of figured he wouldn't have the chance again, though, seeing as Des was in The Typhoon and Gabe just ditched them. But the kid didn't have much to call a home there, not in the people. If he could've caught him on his way out of there, he might've passed him a word of advice, but he hadn't, and it was one more regret on the mountain he'd built. Sometimes, though, things had a funny way of working out.
If crash-landing like a UFO and breaking important bones in his body counted as working out.
Gabe didn't recognize the body, and very nearly went into a spiel about how half of flying was making the proper landing, but the scent he knew. It drew him up short, and he didn't do a physical double-take, but he did stare at the dragon with onyx eyes for a long, heavy moment. "Jesus, kid, I thought I had dramatic entrances down. Just sit tight- somebody'll be along soon to make sure you didn't fuck yourself up irreparably."
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If someone were to ask him to describe his life with one word, Gabriel would, most likely, put a boot in their ass and tell them to take that horoscope shit to someone else. Then the question would lodge itself in his brain, and he'd mull over how to reduce his life to a single word before settling on the phrase, "fucking things up trying to unfuck things up." It was definitely a pattern of his days, less so when he was a child, although arguably the things he did to help his mother did, in fact, fuck things up for himself. He didn't regret them. What he did regret was all the mistakes that followed, the wide-eyed idealism that had Gabe believing he could make a difference that resulted in a total success, when in reality, balance in life was just...shit. Tilting it when it was already tilted to attempt to straighten it didn't usually work out that way.
In reality, it'd tip a little too far back one way, completely throwing off the two sides. He couldn't even say one was for the better- sure, you could give a person good things, but that didn't mean they knew what to do with them, or that they'd stay.
Trying to unfuck other people's lives really had a tendency of biting Gabe in the ass later. But not always. When he pulled Laz out of that alleyway, when the kid no longer treated him like he was the next top dog on the block he had to begrudgingly bow down to, Gabe tentatively counted it as the start of success. Then when he went from addressing him as kid to calling him mijo- well, it wasn't about whether he succeeded in giving Laz something better than before. It became giving him the best, though he would be the first to admit he couldn't always deliver like he wanted to.
With Des, though, Gabe hadn't even known where to start. Some people would miss the fact that there was even a need to lend a hand, but that was shit. He couldn't claim to know him the best, or even to know him, but he figured out a few things. Mainly when he died, and there was no sign of a struggle. The cause wasn't a slow one, but when you went somewhere unwillingly, no matter how quickly, there was something. Not easy acceptance, and then returning with a heaviness to him Gabe couldn't miss. The kind of heaviness he saw in himself when deeply disappointed.
For as little as he knew, that wouldn't keep him from trying. He kind of figured he wouldn't have the chance again, though, seeing as Des was in The Typhoon and Gabe just ditched them. But the kid didn't have much to call a home there, not in the people. If he could've caught him on his way out of there, he might've passed him a word of advice, but he hadn't, and it was one more regret on the mountain he'd built. Sometimes, though, things had a funny way of working out.
If crash-landing like a UFO and breaking important bones in his body counted as working out.
Gabe didn't recognize the body, and very nearly went into a spiel about how half of flying was making the proper landing, but the scent he knew. It drew him up short, and he didn't do a physical double-take, but he did stare at the dragon with onyx eyes for a long, heavy moment. "Jesus, kid, I thought I had dramatic entrances down. Just sit tight- somebody'll be along soon to make sure you didn't fuck yourself up irreparably."
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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