PRAYER FOR THE FORGOTTEN — joining

[GABRIEL]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Gabe, personally, did not give a shit about colors. Sure, they could look nice and make pretty combinations, but they were very low on his list of "things to give a damn about." So far down it didn't even occur to Gabe that there was any conceivable reason to get hung up over a color, not unless someone was a poet looking to regurgitate one or seven things about it, and Gabriel was far from a poet. He gave a shit about other things, like the fact Harland was over in Sunhaven because Buckingham had taken him, that Moon had been viciously attacked by Marina for what appeared to be no goddamn reason, that Laz could combust into flames at any moment, and that his fucking headache had only intensified by a mind-blowing magnitude to the point that walking was honestly becoming a struggle. It didn't help that Marina had crushed him against the wall, so all the hurts had decided they'd throw a party and beat the hell out of Gabriel constantly. He sorely needed a break.

Would he get one? No, of course not.

Exhaling, he slowly, painstakingly approached the pair at the border, one familiar and the other less so. Both kids. Dios, he felt old. "This is The Ascendants, if you didn't know." His facial muscles twitched. "Any reason you're smiling at the birds? Imagining how they taste?" Gabe wouldn't judge. Every time he caught a mouse he gave the little shits a smug grin- with his eyes, but it counted.
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