[size=9pt]Luz de mi vida, Moon hears, and maybe, under other circumstances, ones in which he knew Spanish and Gabe didn't have blood crusting in his eyes, he'd outright laugh and not let the hybrid live it down. Instead, though, he heaves shallow breathes in an effort to get a fucking grip and pours his old Cleric bag out on the ground beside them. His paws aren't shaking when he roots through the old woven sachets and containers, but it's a close thing. Under his breath spills trembling words-- something along the lines of 'crazy Spanish old man' and 'scaring the fuck out of me--'.
His head snaps up at Gabriel's words. Har. "You--" He says, and then stops when something washes over him and takes away his voice. He'd gone to Sunhaven. To make sure Harland was okay. Of course he had. Because it wouldn't be like Gabe to not. "They did this to you?" He manages, when he finds it in himself to piece words together again, and the debilitating feeling of 'I'm so fucking grateful it hurts' ebbs enough for him not to feel so choked up anymore. What replaces it is fury.
"I'll fucking kill them." He says. It's the silent type of anger- the cold, immediate type. A glance into who he once might of been, maybe. And the moment lasts, with the old glass bottle of poppy seeds held so tightly in his grip it's a miracle it doesn't shatter into smithereens, until Gabe croaks his next words.
They thought he killed something. Because this whole thing wasn't already the most colossal clusterfuck of miscommunication the world had ever seen, already. No-- they had to make it that much worse. Moon's face falls blank, and he falls back on his haunches like the weight of the world has just nestled itself into the crook of his neck and now sits, heavy, dragging him into the dirt with Gabe. He takes a moment where he drags his paw down his face, claws unsheathed just enough so they latch against his skin, give him something else to focus on than the fact that the whole goddamn Universe had lost its fucking mind. After what feels like a long time, he speaks, voice muffled by his paw. "Doesn't fucking matter." He says, and with the words comes a realization-- that's just it. It doesn't matter. Nothing fucking matters. "Let them think what they want. Who cares? Who cares? The World's gone fucking mad." He fumbles violently with the lids of the bottle, pours some concoction of pain killers and other seeds he knows won't kill Gabe with frenzied paws. "What the fuck are they good for, anyway? Trading? No one even buys their shit. It's bad fucking customer service." Words spill from his mouth, bordering on frantic, and he takes Gabe's paw roughly and pushes the medicine into his hold. "All that matters is that we get Har back, and that this place doesn't burn to the ground, and that I don't completely fucking lose it--"
Mid-sentence, he finally looks the hybrid in the eye, and stops. The blood. He freezes, voicing losing all of it's bitterness and tremor, and he stares 'till his face shifts and frowns and his lips pull down. "Gabe," He says, as memories suddenly flood in of the state the hybrid's been in for the past- How long? With his stumbling steps and regular disappearance. How the hell has he not realized until now? "What the hell is going on with you?"
His head snaps up at Gabriel's words. Har. "You--" He says, and then stops when something washes over him and takes away his voice. He'd gone to Sunhaven. To make sure Harland was okay. Of course he had. Because it wouldn't be like Gabe to not. "They did this to you?" He manages, when he finds it in himself to piece words together again, and the debilitating feeling of 'I'm so fucking grateful it hurts' ebbs enough for him not to feel so choked up anymore. What replaces it is fury.
"I'll fucking kill them." He says. It's the silent type of anger- the cold, immediate type. A glance into who he once might of been, maybe. And the moment lasts, with the old glass bottle of poppy seeds held so tightly in his grip it's a miracle it doesn't shatter into smithereens, until Gabe croaks his next words.
They thought he killed something. Because this whole thing wasn't already the most colossal clusterfuck of miscommunication the world had ever seen, already. No-- they had to make it that much worse. Moon's face falls blank, and he falls back on his haunches like the weight of the world has just nestled itself into the crook of his neck and now sits, heavy, dragging him into the dirt with Gabe. He takes a moment where he drags his paw down his face, claws unsheathed just enough so they latch against his skin, give him something else to focus on than the fact that the whole goddamn Universe had lost its fucking mind. After what feels like a long time, he speaks, voice muffled by his paw. "Doesn't fucking matter." He says, and with the words comes a realization-- that's just it. It doesn't matter. Nothing fucking matters. "Let them think what they want. Who cares? Who cares? The World's gone fucking mad." He fumbles violently with the lids of the bottle, pours some concoction of pain killers and other seeds he knows won't kill Gabe with frenzied paws. "What the fuck are they good for, anyway? Trading? No one even buys their shit. It's bad fucking customer service." Words spill from his mouth, bordering on frantic, and he takes Gabe's paw roughly and pushes the medicine into his hold. "All that matters is that we get Har back, and that this place doesn't burn to the ground, and that I don't completely fucking lose it--"
Mid-sentence, he finally looks the hybrid in the eye, and stops. The blood. He freezes, voicing losing all of it's bitterness and tremor, and he stares 'till his face shifts and frowns and his lips pull down. "Gabe," He says, as memories suddenly flood in of the state the hybrid's been in for the past- How long? With his stumbling steps and regular disappearance. How the hell has he not realized until now? "What the hell is going on with you?"
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