11-04-2018, 01:12 PM
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It might have been better for everyone if Gabriel were dead. He was barely living in the first place, more of a specter than a man, haunting these grounds purposelessly. So often he merely went between Laz and Moon's graves, wearing the figure of his curled body into the mounds of dirt blanketing them. Gabriel had considered a shrine, a few days ago, for Dia de los Muertos, but he couldn't bring himself to do it, not when the days were meant for light remembrance fully accepting of grief. Gabriel had never been any good at acceptance, though they were both gone regardless, so he brought the graves flowers: primroses for Moon, firewheels for Laz. And he slept. Lost time. Couldn't remember why he woke up in different places, couldn't bring himself to care about it. He knew he should -he wasn't completely disconnected from everything- but when did Gabriel ever do what he should?
He should have worked harder to clear Lazarus' name, should have hid his own weakness better than he had. Should have propped Moon up, doted like a mother hen and force fed him so he wouldn't die because of a fucking fever. But he hadn't, and he would live with the consequences for however much longer his body could hold itself together. Maybe a day, or maybe he'd limp on for a whole year.
Things were simpler once, and it was hard not to spend so much time in the past now that his present barely existed. He thought of seeing Laz for the first time, fighting over a bone, and then of killing the people he'd respected in front of him. He thought of Moon at the border, mistaking lune and luna, ridiculously defensive over something so innocuous. He thought of a small child nibbling on his talons, barely verbal, later able mostly to insistently say "help." There was Des, too, grin loose yet sharp, a stash of alcohol locked away in a shack, and how he'd died, but came back after a little while. Hadn't seen him since he crash-landed and lashed out defensively, as any cornered creature would.
He thought of the days that felt so long ago, too. Ana brewing tea, humming, so at peace with herself. Jack, with his too blue eyes and stubborn jaw.
It only reminded Gabriel of how alone he was. He was convinced he was hallucinating when he saw the familiar figure among the grass, smoking leisurely. It was the tension he could feel that made it a little more real, though still, the hybrid glanced with sunken eyes at the path he'd worn into the ground from going back and forth between graves. After a moment, a great breath bled from his lungs, and Gabriel slowly approached the silhouette, wings leaving lines in the dirt where they dragged.
"Des," he started, the first word he'd spoken since "requiescat in pace" at Moon's burial. "Either I've lost it officially, or you're here. Good to see you haven't keeled over."
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It might have been better for everyone if Gabriel were dead. He was barely living in the first place, more of a specter than a man, haunting these grounds purposelessly. So often he merely went between Laz and Moon's graves, wearing the figure of his curled body into the mounds of dirt blanketing them. Gabriel had considered a shrine, a few days ago, for Dia de los Muertos, but he couldn't bring himself to do it, not when the days were meant for light remembrance fully accepting of grief. Gabriel had never been any good at acceptance, though they were both gone regardless, so he brought the graves flowers: primroses for Moon, firewheels for Laz. And he slept. Lost time. Couldn't remember why he woke up in different places, couldn't bring himself to care about it. He knew he should -he wasn't completely disconnected from everything- but when did Gabriel ever do what he should?
He should have worked harder to clear Lazarus' name, should have hid his own weakness better than he had. Should have propped Moon up, doted like a mother hen and force fed him so he wouldn't die because of a fucking fever. But he hadn't, and he would live with the consequences for however much longer his body could hold itself together. Maybe a day, or maybe he'd limp on for a whole year.
Things were simpler once, and it was hard not to spend so much time in the past now that his present barely existed. He thought of seeing Laz for the first time, fighting over a bone, and then of killing the people he'd respected in front of him. He thought of Moon at the border, mistaking lune and luna, ridiculously defensive over something so innocuous. He thought of a small child nibbling on his talons, barely verbal, later able mostly to insistently say "help." There was Des, too, grin loose yet sharp, a stash of alcohol locked away in a shack, and how he'd died, but came back after a little while. Hadn't seen him since he crash-landed and lashed out defensively, as any cornered creature would.
He thought of the days that felt so long ago, too. Ana brewing tea, humming, so at peace with herself. Jack, with his too blue eyes and stubborn jaw.
It only reminded Gabriel of how alone he was. He was convinced he was hallucinating when he saw the familiar figure among the grass, smoking leisurely. It was the tension he could feel that made it a little more real, though still, the hybrid glanced with sunken eyes at the path he'd worn into the ground from going back and forth between graves. After a moment, a great breath bled from his lungs, and Gabriel slowly approached the silhouette, wings leaving lines in the dirt where they dragged.
"Des," he started, the first word he'd spoken since "requiescat in pace" at Moon's burial. "Either I've lost it officially, or you're here. Good to see you haven't keeled over."
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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