10-18-2018, 11:30 PM
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"Twigs," Gabe started, eyes creased deeply, "if you went, it would've gone worse. Marina wanted you dead at that raid." He'd managed to interfere then, but what about at Sunhaven's border? Gabe had several people on his back, and the only reason he wasn't dead was because it was hard to kill what couldn't be touched. That, and Har's influence. Was it dumb? Yes. He wasn't arguing that. But with the road he seemed to be going down, his loss wouldn't be as awful as Moon's. Kid had much more going for him than he thought. Laz, too, and even if he wouldn't have been around to prove it, they'd have figured it out for themselves. Maybe. "Hey, don't worry about that. I'm here. They didn't off me, and Har's okay." Gabe tapped the lion's paw with a talon. "I'm pretty hard to kill, actually." He used to be. Gabe wasn't so certain anymore, but Moon didn't need uncertainty right now.
There was too much of that everywhere else, and the rug had been yanked out from beneath the lion so many times already.
The hybrid watched him attentively through the eye discomfort, worriedly following his expression, which eventually gave way to hollow fatigue, settled deep into his face, and if Gabe could free his young features from such an aged exhaustion, he would. But at the moment, he was contributing to it. "You're not alone, Moon." That had been Gabriel's problem, once upon a time, when it felt like he was Atlas carrying the sky, but he had been completely alone. At least, looking back, he couldn't determine someone he could have leaned on. Ana was gone and Jack- well, he'd been gone too. He felt cornered, desperate yet unbearably apathetic, and he gave himself over to it. Moon couldn't end up like he had: a burned out husk of a man who had already auctioned his soul. "You aren't. You can lean, too."
His dark eyes turned earnest, and he shifted a bit to better face him, even attempting to rise up to a different position. Of course, he didn't manage it just yet, but that didn't mean he was open to the idea of sitting in the clerics' hide, either. "Hell froze over when Bast put you in charge," he sniped, although it wasn't especially sharp. "I'll break out if I have to."
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"Twigs," Gabe started, eyes creased deeply, "if you went, it would've gone worse. Marina wanted you dead at that raid." He'd managed to interfere then, but what about at Sunhaven's border? Gabe had several people on his back, and the only reason he wasn't dead was because it was hard to kill what couldn't be touched. That, and Har's influence. Was it dumb? Yes. He wasn't arguing that. But with the road he seemed to be going down, his loss wouldn't be as awful as Moon's. Kid had much more going for him than he thought. Laz, too, and even if he wouldn't have been around to prove it, they'd have figured it out for themselves. Maybe. "Hey, don't worry about that. I'm here. They didn't off me, and Har's okay." Gabe tapped the lion's paw with a talon. "I'm pretty hard to kill, actually." He used to be. Gabe wasn't so certain anymore, but Moon didn't need uncertainty right now.
There was too much of that everywhere else, and the rug had been yanked out from beneath the lion so many times already.
The hybrid watched him attentively through the eye discomfort, worriedly following his expression, which eventually gave way to hollow fatigue, settled deep into his face, and if Gabe could free his young features from such an aged exhaustion, he would. But at the moment, he was contributing to it. "You're not alone, Moon." That had been Gabriel's problem, once upon a time, when it felt like he was Atlas carrying the sky, but he had been completely alone. At least, looking back, he couldn't determine someone he could have leaned on. Ana was gone and Jack- well, he'd been gone too. He felt cornered, desperate yet unbearably apathetic, and he gave himself over to it. Moon couldn't end up like he had: a burned out husk of a man who had already auctioned his soul. "You aren't. You can lean, too."
His dark eyes turned earnest, and he shifted a bit to better face him, even attempting to rise up to a different position. Of course, he didn't manage it just yet, but that didn't mean he was open to the idea of sitting in the clerics' hide, either. "Hell froze over when Bast put you in charge," he sniped, although it wasn't especially sharp. "I'll break out if I have to."
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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