10-16-2018, 01:35 AM
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He idly figured he should teach Moon a bit. Not enough to know when he and Laz were talking shit -when did they ever- but so he would at least differentiate the word for moon from the French version. Then maybe give him enough of a start to figure out what he meant when he said, "luz de mi vida." A couple swears, maybe? Kid was already creative enough in English- Gabe figured with the right tools he'd take off the same way. Admirable imagination, though calling him "old man" could use some work. Gabe wasn't old. He was refined. Maybe. He felt old, with his eyes crusted and Moon hovering over him like he was a couple steps from kicking the bucket. Was he?
"Not...all of it." Just the leg. The bleeding, the headache, the vertigo, the exhaustion- going there had brought all of it down on his head. Was it the journey there that convinced his body to throw up every kind of shitty experience possible? Worth it, though, for the bit of relief he could make out in Moon's face. Har was just a kind, and despite his earlier, vehement thoughts, he was old. Older than most of them, anyway. What was a bit more wear and tear to a lifetime of it? Not the last straw.
Felt like it, though.
Gabriel shuddered, cold chills up his spine, and he attempted to glance around them, looking for the source of his sudden discomfort, the kind that told him he was being watched. He couldn't see anyone else. "Moon, I chose to go." He exhaled, fighting the temptation to close his eyes and just sleep. Moon wouldn't allow it anyway. "Expected worse, honestly." Not the best thing to say, was it? A bit late for that now, but he meant that he was lucky, because he was. In shitty condition, though better than dead. Gabe managed to make it back, hadn't he? That had to mean something.
He couldn't help but think he could've done more, though, especially with how Moon's features went flat, betraying nothing and yet everything. Gabe had seen it on himself not even a full year ago, when another plan went belly up and people lost their lives for it, and he'd stared at his reflection, wondering why the hell he was doing it anymore. It was a steep spiral he didn't want Moon to fall into. Hard to imagine how much he had changed in so little time. Gabe...grieved, almost. Better for the lion to be starstruck over flowers and a gentle face; better for him to have stayed far out of The Typhoon's clutches; better for him to work with herbs like he'd wanted. "Breathe, Twigs." Gabe didn't even glance at the shit Moon set in his claws, gaze on him. "You're right, they don't matter. But you do, and you're not some kind of cannibal they think you are."
The hybrid coughed a bit again, eyelids fluttering, dried blood tugging at his skin uncomfortably. He'd kind of wanted to avoid this conversation, but he knew he couldn't. Gabe had put it off for long enough, and look where it'd gotten him. "I have no fucking idea," he sighed. It was the truth, and it didn't feel freeing at all. Condemning, maybe. That was no fault of Moon's. "I've been losing time. I don't remember where I've been. I don't sleep. I'm hungry but I can't eat anything." He was just falling apart, wasn't he? "Maybe it is Alzheimer's."
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He idly figured he should teach Moon a bit. Not enough to know when he and Laz were talking shit -when did they ever- but so he would at least differentiate the word for moon from the French version. Then maybe give him enough of a start to figure out what he meant when he said, "luz de mi vida." A couple swears, maybe? Kid was already creative enough in English- Gabe figured with the right tools he'd take off the same way. Admirable imagination, though calling him "old man" could use some work. Gabe wasn't old. He was refined. Maybe. He felt old, with his eyes crusted and Moon hovering over him like he was a couple steps from kicking the bucket. Was he?
"Not...all of it." Just the leg. The bleeding, the headache, the vertigo, the exhaustion- going there had brought all of it down on his head. Was it the journey there that convinced his body to throw up every kind of shitty experience possible? Worth it, though, for the bit of relief he could make out in Moon's face. Har was just a kind, and despite his earlier, vehement thoughts, he was old. Older than most of them, anyway. What was a bit more wear and tear to a lifetime of it? Not the last straw.
Felt like it, though.
Gabriel shuddered, cold chills up his spine, and he attempted to glance around them, looking for the source of his sudden discomfort, the kind that told him he was being watched. He couldn't see anyone else. "Moon, I chose to go." He exhaled, fighting the temptation to close his eyes and just sleep. Moon wouldn't allow it anyway. "Expected worse, honestly." Not the best thing to say, was it? A bit late for that now, but he meant that he was lucky, because he was. In shitty condition, though better than dead. Gabe managed to make it back, hadn't he? That had to mean something.
He couldn't help but think he could've done more, though, especially with how Moon's features went flat, betraying nothing and yet everything. Gabe had seen it on himself not even a full year ago, when another plan went belly up and people lost their lives for it, and he'd stared at his reflection, wondering why the hell he was doing it anymore. It was a steep spiral he didn't want Moon to fall into. Hard to imagine how much he had changed in so little time. Gabe...grieved, almost. Better for the lion to be starstruck over flowers and a gentle face; better for him to have stayed far out of The Typhoon's clutches; better for him to work with herbs like he'd wanted. "Breathe, Twigs." Gabe didn't even glance at the shit Moon set in his claws, gaze on him. "You're right, they don't matter. But you do, and you're not some kind of cannibal they think you are."
The hybrid coughed a bit again, eyelids fluttering, dried blood tugging at his skin uncomfortably. He'd kind of wanted to avoid this conversation, but he knew he couldn't. Gabe had put it off for long enough, and look where it'd gotten him. "I have no fucking idea," he sighed. It was the truth, and it didn't feel freeing at all. Condemning, maybe. That was no fault of Moon's. "I've been losing time. I don't remember where I've been. I don't sleep. I'm hungry but I can't eat anything." He was just falling apart, wasn't he? "Maybe it is Alzheimer's."
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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