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               "    it’s  crazy  ,  if  you  come  to  think  of  it  ,  "     gabriel  comments  after  a  careful  sip  of  his  coffee  .  a  please  hum  later  ,  mug  back  on  the  plate  ,  he  continues  .     "  almost  every  creative  person  ,  especially  visual  artists  ,  painters  ,  architects  who  are  legends  these  days  would  fall  due  to  cancel  culture  .  le  corbusier  ,  for  example  ,  "     a  bite  at  his  biscuit  ,  meticulous  chewing—     "  father  of  modern  architecture  ,  a  pioneer  ,  a  brilliant  mind  —  was  a  fascist  ,  intimate  friend  with  hitler  .  a  misogynistic  ,  too  .  "     he  adds  the  last  bit  with  his  index  finger  up  ,  a  testament  to  how  relevant  he  considers  the  input  ,  how  outrageous  .  then  ,  he  nods  to  himself  ,  a  little  self - conscious  about  his  excited  rambling  ,  and  repeats  ,     "  like  i  said  ,  crazy  ,  don’t  you  think ?  "     it’s  the  reassurance  that  he  seeks  hidden  in  the  light - sounding  question  .  it’s  the  engagement  ,  the  eagerness  to  know  what  mateo  has  to  say   (  or  if  he  has  to  say  anything  at  all  )   as  tangible  proof  he’s  not  being  a  bother  .

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               “  why  would  i ?  ”     gabriel  all  but  spits  ,  resentment  soaking  the  question .     “  why  should  i  when  you  disappear  for  month  without  telling  me  and  then  show  up  like  this  ,  as  if  nothing  has  happened ?  ”    he  was  bitter  about  it  ,  annoyed  ,  fucking  tired  ,  and  his  temper  ,  often  under  control  ,  gentle  and  amiable  ,  flared  at  the  sigh  of  the  vampire .

silas blackwell. 304 years old. a vampire who has seen too much in his short(ish) time on earth.

setting : you hear a knock at your door and there is silas , waiting to be invited in.

open to all genders ( any for romantic .ᐟ )

he   waits   a   moment   after   knocking   on   their   door   before   he   leans   against   it.   his   eyes   take   on   a   soft   ,   innocent   expression   as   they   open   the   door.    ❝   aren't   you   going   to   invite   me   in   ?   ❞   he   asks   ,   his   lips   pouting. 

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               "     it  takes  him  by  surprise  ,  for  a  moment  ,  the  invitation  mateo  makes  .  soon  enough  ,  though  ,  it  brings  a  new  smile  to  his  face  ,  unabashed  this  time  ,  unbridled  .  he  nods  before  answering  verbally .     "  of  course  ,  man  ,  i’d  love  to  go  with  you  ,  "     gabriel  avoids  teasing  him  about  being  his  plus  one  ,  he  knows  mateo  is  not  ready  ,  and  he  would  never  push  such  an  important  realization  on  him  ,  not  when  it  is  something  he  has  to  come  to  terms  on  his  own  .     "  are  you  going  as  a  lecturer  or… ?  "     the  question  comes  from  behind  his  mug  ,  before  a  sip  ,  longer  than  the  previous  ones  .  at  his  offer  ,  he  looks  at  the  sweet  for  a  moment  ,  considering  ,  then  nods  again .     "  okay  ,  okay  ,  but  just  a  tiny  bit  .  it  just—  it  looks  really  delicious .  "     the  acceptance  comes  with  a  goofy  ,  short  laugh  ,  one  that  leaves  his  face  permeated  by  the  expression .

such a sweet smile gabriel has, mateo thinks and then immediately gets this rush of adrenaline in his heart that makes him ask the next question. "there's this conference coming up next month, actually," and he pauses, trying to organize his thoughts and find the words he wants to ask. "i know it's kind of short notice to ask as it's coming up soon but i can invite a plus one. it's on archaeology, really, but there will be a lot of history buffs in attendance if you'd be interested in potentially being my plus one?" it doesn't come out as confident as he's meaning it to, and he hopes it doesn't stunt his delivery or gabriel's opinion on going. glancing down at the sweet in his hand, a pastry that's filled with cream and strawberry, he too smiles and nods. "it's good," sweet with just the right level of tartness from the strawberry jam. "do you want to try?" he breaks off a piece, not concerned for the way the strawberry jam sticks to his fingers and offers it to his friend.

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               "     warm  is  the  way  mateo  makes  him  feel  ,  deep  within  ,  behind  and  around  his  heart  .  he’s  a  good  friend  ,  an  attentive  one  ,  and  his  engagement  is  often  exactly  what  gabriel  needs  .  this  time  is  no  different  ,  and  he  has  to  make  a  conscious  effort  to  not  beam  like  a  child  on  christmas  at  his  answer  .     "  yeah  ,  i  face  the  same  conflict  .  such  brilliant  minds  making  so  stupid  decisions  .  "     he  sighs  ,  dramatically  ,  and  takes  a  new  sip  from  his  mug  ,  gently  putting  it  down  .  at  mateo’s  question  ,  his  eyes  immediately  fall  to  his  biscuit  ,  a  soft  smile  stretching  his  lips  .     "  actually  ,  it  is  .  it’s  really  good  ,  "     as  if  the  hums  of  approval  weren’t  any  indication  of  his  satisfaction  .     "  thank  you  for  the  recommendation  .  what  about  yours ?  "     the  question  in  return  comes  with  a  nod  ,  pointing  demurely  to  mateo’s  choice  of  sweet  .

"it is - crazy, yes." mateo offers his own input with a sort of conflicted frown on his face. "there's always the argument that people can separate the art from the artist - but i'm not sure how much i believe of that. i mean, if one is a nazi, for example, i'm not sure how much i'd be willing to separate anything." laughing, a blush comes to his cheeks then and he lightly touches his hair, self conscious because gabriel is... well, he just is. he is everything that mateo is interested in at the moment, everything he wants to know more about. and that makes him self conscious. "is your biscuit good?" he hopes so as he was the one who recommended it to gabriel. his own is excellent, as is his tea that he picked out for himself, trying to cut down on coffee so that he doesn't get too jittery during the day.