10-17-2018, 04:35 PM
[size=9pt]/ it be like that sometimes
"Why did you?" He snaps. "Why did you choose to go? Huh?" A golden gaze, glassy and fierce, stares holes through Gabriel. He breathes heavy, and his voice is harsh. Things are starting to get the better of him, and he's angry and he's worried and he doesn't understand why Gabe would go by himself. Why he'd left Moon in the Ascendants to simmer in his paranoia while he took off to enemy territory, alone, in the state he was. He's getting himself worked up. "Why didn't you come get me? Har-- Har is my responsibility, and look at you-- You're a fuckin' mess. What the hell were we supposed to do if you didn't come back? Think Laz would just-- get over it if you collapsed somewhere before you got to the border and I hadn't found you?" A moment where he pauses, and there's that familiar tightness wrapping itself around his throat again, that wet heat threatening at his eyes. A flood of something that's been building up for a while. "And, me, what was I-- You can't just expect me to--"
He didn't have anyone anymore. Peri was gone. Marg and Suite, dead. He'd been too late to save Har. Hell, even Bast and Hazel had taken off. He'd latched on quicker than he'd realized, and the reality that he couldn't handle it alone was hitting him hard.
He breathes when Gabe tells him to. In, out. In, out. It doesn't work like they say it should. He still feels far from the ground he stands on, still feels like he's being set on fire from the inside out, but after a second- two, three, four- he gets to the point where exhaustion hits him and he falls silent. He sits back, manages to reduce his breaths to quiet, trembling things, and looks to the ground. He lets Gabe's voice spill into his ears and tries not to think about how it sounds like something close to death. After a stretch of nothing, the lion, quieter now, turned in on himself, replies. "You should've come to me earlier. 'Not in that tropical hellhole no more. It's on me to take care of everyone, now, and I don't care what you have to say about it-- That goes for you, too."
He lets that sit, and after a while, he starts to unfold from his turned in shoulders. Eyes that are solemn, sheepish, almost guilty, eventually look up and drift over Gabriel's collapsed figure. "I'm sending you to the Cleric's hide. Lockin' the door and and throwin' away the key. Get ready to see a lot more of me, Feathers, because I'm not lettin' you leave till Hell freezes over."
"Why did you?" He snaps. "Why did you choose to go? Huh?" A golden gaze, glassy and fierce, stares holes through Gabriel. He breathes heavy, and his voice is harsh. Things are starting to get the better of him, and he's angry and he's worried and he doesn't understand why Gabe would go by himself. Why he'd left Moon in the Ascendants to simmer in his paranoia while he took off to enemy territory, alone, in the state he was. He's getting himself worked up. "Why didn't you come get me? Har-- Har is my responsibility, and look at you-- You're a fuckin' mess. What the hell were we supposed to do if you didn't come back? Think Laz would just-- get over it if you collapsed somewhere before you got to the border and I hadn't found you?" A moment where he pauses, and there's that familiar tightness wrapping itself around his throat again, that wet heat threatening at his eyes. A flood of something that's been building up for a while. "And, me, what was I-- You can't just expect me to--"
He didn't have anyone anymore. Peri was gone. Marg and Suite, dead. He'd been too late to save Har. Hell, even Bast and Hazel had taken off. He'd latched on quicker than he'd realized, and the reality that he couldn't handle it alone was hitting him hard.
He breathes when Gabe tells him to. In, out. In, out. It doesn't work like they say it should. He still feels far from the ground he stands on, still feels like he's being set on fire from the inside out, but after a second- two, three, four- he gets to the point where exhaustion hits him and he falls silent. He sits back, manages to reduce his breaths to quiet, trembling things, and looks to the ground. He lets Gabe's voice spill into his ears and tries not to think about how it sounds like something close to death. After a stretch of nothing, the lion, quieter now, turned in on himself, replies. "You should've come to me earlier. 'Not in that tropical hellhole no more. It's on me to take care of everyone, now, and I don't care what you have to say about it-- That goes for you, too."
He lets that sit, and after a while, he starts to unfold from his turned in shoulders. Eyes that are solemn, sheepish, almost guilty, eventually look up and drift over Gabriel's collapsed figure. "I'm sending you to the Cleric's hide. Lockin' the door and and throwin' away the key. Get ready to see a lot more of me, Feathers, because I'm not lettin' you leave till Hell freezes over."
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