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 Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2018 8:55 pm
Quote: The New Year is nearly upon you; all around town, people are buzzing with excitement. Sales are aplenty and among some of the better deals is a popular new brand of champagne. The drink’s been getting a lot of attention and very good reviews; it boasts a guarantee for a magical evening. It’s a promise that holds true—sort of. Anyone who imbibes the champagne will be extremely in tune to their more romantic feelings. They may feel more open, more daring, or more flirtatious towards the object of their affections. Or, maybe a glass of it is enough to make them realize they have feelings for someone…Either way, after ingesting the champagne, romance is all you can think about. The effects last for only a few hours, so you’d better use that time well. The bottles are out of stock quickly, so you are lucky to have gotten your hands on one. Lucky, unless you made a fool of yourself in your romantic haze…
So. Thus his idiotic idea. He'd heard about this supposedly-amazing brand of champagne, and it had taken some doing, but he'd gotten his hands on a bottle. He'd even cleaned himself up, put on something nice, and gotten himself back to the firehouse, then texted Des asking him to come home. So they could talk. Because they needed to talk.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2018 10:20 pm
Des grunts irritably, quietly as he waits for the petite girl in front of him to unlock the door. Perhaps it was a dumb idea after all to give her his keys... Though, it is not as though he's been around lately to use them... Let alone live there...
"...Thanks Miri..." He mumbles quietly as she finally unlocks the door and leads them in. He was only here to get a few of his things. A changes of clothing, a spare phone charger... He had no intention of staying. There was no reason to. Des eyed the place warily. He was surprised to see she hadn't moved or rearranged much of anything. "I guess your research is going well." He said quietly, gesturing to the place. "You haven't moved anything. Are you getting some sleep at least?"
Hypocrite.
"Ah well... I'm just here for a few things. I'll be out of your way soon enough.." Des said as he started for the living room, only to stop in the doorway. "What the ******** is this?" He grumbled, eyeing Gabriel warily, almost distainly. "Is this your doing Miri?"
He knew he shouldnt have gotten outta bed today
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2018 9:59 am
Mirielle shrugged her shoulders as they stepped through the door. "I'm sleeping when it's called for," she said, airily, like that was in any way a meaningful assurance about her sleep habits. Her idea of "when it was called for" was mostly "when the words on the page/screen started blurring."
The accusatory hiss got a broad grin from the girl next to him, a dramatic wink in Gabriel's direction, and then Miri ducking behind Des to shove him forward into the living room.
"Bye have fun be safe!" She said, brightly, darting for the door and shutting it behind her.The man standing in front fo Des, nervously holding a bottle of champagne, looked more like the Gabriel he might have remembered than he ever had since coming out of the Rift. Taller, maybe, and with longer hair, but the posture and the shy, almost nervous expression, complete with light flush, was...basically Gabriel, more or less.
"I...know you probably don't want to see me," he said, "and if you really want to turn around and walk out the door, go ahead. But I miss you, Des, and I just....want to talk." He held up the bottle in his hands. "I, um. Brought champagne, I heard this brand was really, really good."
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2018 9:04 pm
"I should have fed you the youma instead of corrupting you." Fangite deadpanned, shooting her a glare as she wormed her way passed sauntered off without a care. "My life would be a whole long easier if I had." Not true, probably. But in this moment, Des was willing to pretend it was. "******** you, you b***h!" He yelled, hoping she heard it over the door slam. Des was pretty sure she could. He could already picture her in his mind with a retort like 'You already do!' Should have fed both her and himself to youma.
On to his next problem.
"More like you don't want to see me." Des groused as he stalked around the living room, making sure to keep both distance and a sizable piece of furniture between himself and Gabriel. "The last time we talked you told me what I had done was the right thing, and that you were definitely not acting weird. You'll have to forgive me for not wanting to have that conversation again." Des eyed the bottle. His mind immediately jumped to it being drugged, and as much as he wanted to hope Gabriel wouldn't do it, Des had to remember that this wasn't his Gabriel. "Yeah, I missed you too, till you started calling me a liar, among other things."
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2018 9:32 pm
Gabriel stared after Miri, briefly, but then his eyes were back on Des, and he sat down, gesturing to the glasses he'd set on the table as he carefully opened the champagne. He'd already done the dramatic uncorking while he waited, and so there was no overfizzing splash, though when he poured out two glasses it was clearly still bubbly.
"I..." Gabriel started, and then he paused, guiltily. "That's all true," he acknowledged, and he reached out to take his glass and take a sip because he could use some alcohol to settle his nerves. It was a stupid crutch, but...it felt like being teenagers all over again, fluttery and shy.
And apologizing for some stupid transgression on his part. As always.
"But I don't want to talk about any of that, Des." He set his glass down before he downed the whole thing, because that was....not a good look. "I don't know if there's something wrong with me. Maybe there is. I know I....see things differently. And maybe it's not a good type of differently." All of that sounded terribly disloyal, but all he could think about was how much he wanted Des to understand. To forgive him.
"But there's one thing that hasn't changed. I love you, starshine, and I....want you back. More than I want anything else."
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2018 10:05 pm
"You want to get rid of Airitech." Fangite hissed. "And don't tell me you don't. Airi and I have both seen the way you look at him. You look at him like he's some sort of failure because he doesn't live up to your corrupt standards of what a youma should be. Well news flash. Airitech isn't yours anymore. He's mine, and you'll have hell to pay if you so much as touch him." Rank be damned. Des didn't give a ******** rolled his eyes. "Of course you don't." He muttered. "There is something wrong with you. I'm aware you see s**t differently, we had a massive fight about it remember? No s**t it's not a good type of differently. That's what I said back then. But you wanted no part in hearing it." Des flinched, hearing his name before he sneered. "Don't even pull that pet name bullshit with me. Not after everything that happened. You don't get to. You've changed, and you don't see it." Or maybe Gabriel didn't want to. Des frowned, looking hurt. "You don't want me because you miss me. You want me because you think I'm out of control."Noir Songbird Des over here just throwing shade.... might hafta jump him gabe.
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2018 12:40 pm
Gabriel ground his teeth together. Partially true. He was less than impressed with how Airi had changed while he was away, but even though the youma wasn't his anymore, the thought of anything happening to him was like a knife in Gabriel's chest. "I don't want Airi gone, Des." He maybe wished he wasn't being treated like a ******** housepet, but whatever. People kept tigers. Des could keep his damn youma.
He took another long drink of champagne, and closed his eyes. "Des, please."
It was a stupid, spontaneous idea, but Gabriel practically functioned on stupid, spontaneous ideas, and the more he drank the more he just....wanted Des. Another swig to finish his drink and he stood up and walked over, dropping into Des's lap and reaching up to run his fingers through his hair. "Right now, I don't care about the Negaverse. I don't care about the war, or aobut anything outside this room. Just you."
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2018 8:37 pm
"Liar!" Des snarled. "We all know it. Airi knows it! Why do you think he avoids this place! Avoids you! You of all people, he avoids more than anything. He mourned you just as I did. You were his friend, and he thinks you want him dead."
When Gabriel managed to catch him and pin him between body and furniture, Des hissed. "Get off me." He jerked his head, trying to free himself from Gabriel's grip. "Funny, that's not the impression you left me with at our last meeting." Des' gaze flickered to a purple bruise on his collar. "Or the ones afterwards. Is this where you tell me 'You should see the other guy!' or would you prefer I ignore your little slut's handiwork?" Des sneered. "You don't care about me. You just want me under control."
"You're not Gabriel."
[quote="Noir Songbird]
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