THE WORLD IS ONLY WHITE NOISE // OPEN

[GABRIEL]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]His legs stuttered to an ungainly stop. Leaving at this point would be best for his health with three people out to kill him -one of them his own body- but he pushed aside the heavy black curtains dropped on the edges of his vision as best he could to focus on the small shape. Feathers. Painfully slow, Gabriel turned to face the gentleness, his breaths uneven, and Har was a bit fuzzy, a bit washed-out, but he could recognize the kid, and he even managed to swim through checking him over for any injuries. He could tell Moon Har was all right, at least- if he made it back. His energy was seeping out with the steady patter of his blood sinking into the ground, but Har was okay. He couldn't imagine what he looked like right now. Hardly comforting and crazed six ways to Sunday, and honestly, he wasn't convinced that this wasn't the lucid dream of someone unconscious on the ground and an hour away from dying. Maybe Marina had caught him the first time and he was bleeding out right now, hallucinating, but he wanted to believe this was real.

The kid looked away- Gabe didn't blame him. "Twigs is okay," he assured, and was he slurring? He couldn't tell. Everything was already so muffled, mosaic, a less pretty kaleidoscope of sensations. "Cuidaré-" No, that wasn't- wasn't what he meant to say. His tongue felt anchored, the rest of him adrift in a thousand different directions, scattered with each droplet. He was going insane, wasn't he? "I'll take care of him."

He teetered to the side, dangerously close to falling, but he managed to stabilize himself before he dipped too low. "Are you staying?" He blinked rapidly, both to chase away the splotches and fight the uncomfortable sensation of crusting. If Har wanted to stay, then Gabriel couldn't do anything. He wouldn't drag him off, especially not in this state, and especially with things the way they were in The Ascendants. Gabe could feel the timer, though, ticking with each heartbeat. A countdown for what, he didn't know, but he felt he had to be...far away from here.
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