#convo:gabriel

[ignatiusdubois]

Spirits of All Kinds || Gabriel & Ignatius

When: June 2000 Where: Paphos (Cyprus) - A Lively BarWith: Gabriel @regretmedicineandsmokes

Paphos. Forever beautiful, forever fertile, and forever tinged with that distinct hint of ancient power- if power was the word for it, Ignatius honestly wasn’t sure. But the city had an aura too it that tapped into his love of history and (more immediately) his love of a good party. Iggy was twenty five and fleshed doctor’d- Well, he’d not had the graduation ceremony yet but he’d passed the viva and corrections were done, so he was as good as. And such a feat demanded celebration. So, with scarcely a mention to his father, sister or dear Uncle/Lawyer, he’d booked himself first class on the soonest plane and arrived to the warm morning of Cyrus. 

And promptly headed out to the nearest bar. Of course, he’d learned some over his younger years and paced himself, plenty of good food and conversation with locals filled the day and he saw more than a few handsome men giving him the eye- this was far too beautiful a place to spend an evening in alone, after all. But it wasn’t till the evening faded to the night that fires were lit, drinks grew stronger and, best of all, live music kicked up and people began to dance. 

He’d struck lucky finding a bar throwing some kind of party- the owners birthday (and his Greek had been enough to earn him a hearty welcome inside) so he was pretty far in and had just finished spinning a beautiful young lady around in a dance before half collapsing into a stool by the bar and ordered himself another drink. His white shirt was unbuttoned enough that most of his chest was on display, the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows and the labours of the day had him coated in a slight sheen of sweat, the embodiment of unbridled party spirit if he did say so himself. Turning to the figure next to him at the bar, he offered a blinding smile and spoke in Greek, his voice just tinged with that slacked edge that spoke of decent inebriation. 

“A fine party! This- this is the reason we’re fun! Warmth, people, music, dancing-” he gestured grandly with each word, “This, is what it means to be alive! Living in the spirit of revelry!”  

[inframundc]

@theweredrifter gets a starter

This was outrageous. More than outrageous. Agustín was a professional, he didn't need help. Whatever his client was thinking when he assigned yet another person for the job was beyond him, especially because numbers were the natural enemy of stealth.

"Please tell me this isn't your first time breaking into a heavily secured mansion to steal a valuable item," he started, looking back at his new partner with almost pleading eyes. He couldn't be so unlucky as to be sent here with an amateur, right?

... right?

"And please tell me you have an all black outfit to help with camouflage..."

[petrichorxathanasios]

@gabrielxnikephoros​

Whatever slow dissolve of Petrichor’s ability to be reborn had been taking place before the veil fell, had seemed to fix themselves when the phoenix had come back from Elysium. This time when he went off into the woods and burst into flames, it was a matter of moments that passed before Petrichor crawled out of the ashes. He’d been losing hours before, almost a full day towards the end but this was further proof to him that he had thousands of years behind him, and thousands of years more ahead of him. “You don’t have to keep coming with me, you know.” Petrichor offered as he pulled on the robe he’d hung on a nearby tree, he looked up at the trail that fed behind their property. “Apparently dying for real was enough to buy me back the time I was losing.” He’d always thought it had something to do with Eos, or the veil, or some combination of the two. Maybe it still did. Petrichor thought about how it was Gabriel who’d first learned that Tartarus was for where the souls of cubi were bound, that that was going to ultimately be his lover’s fate. He pressed his lips against the other, short, chaste. Just enough to pass over some of the newly formed energy that burned hot and revitalized within him. “Not that I’m complaining.” 

[jakobxtheler]

@gabrielxnikephoros​

Phoenix had given him back his soul, but Jakob’s magic had not returned as it had been before. Fire was his native element but something darker had taken its place. The witch felt alive for the first time in a year, and now he had a reason to get out of bed again in the morning. Someone had told him once that Corinth’s library had more than simple mundane resources, but contained a history of magic that -hopefully- would provide him with some insight into what was happening to him. “Hey-” the librarian was ridiculously attractive, great hair, piercing blue eyes, jawline that could cut glass. But that wasn’t why Jakob was here. “I’m looking for books on some um... Unconventional stuff. Do you guys have like, I don’t know, books you don’t keep out on the shelves?” How was he supposed to ask a human if they had anything written down about magic?”

[korextoussaint]

@gabrielxnikephoros​

The library was small and unassuming, not quite what the wolf was expecting but she supposed it would have to do. In all likelihood there was something within these four walls to sate her, sharp eyes moved about the rows before she happened across an unfortunate looking individual reshelving books. She glossed over several copies of the Iliad and turned up her nose at the staff recommendations section. “Do you have any other suggestions?” Kore found herself asking, desperately hoping that this specific employee hadn’t put this little display together. 

[oneiroixnemesis]

@gabrielxnikephoros​

“Hey... I remember you.” Cole commented, their words were directed at the back of the man’s head, they would recognize that head of hair anywhere. As the incubus turned around they looked slightly less distinctive, but still attractive just the same. They had met at a bar, Cole could not remember which, and it had been fun, really fun, almost as good as the night they had spent with Lykaon. Definitely memorable. “You went down on me and took my soul,” the spirit shook their head, still upset they had fallen for the same trick twice. “I got my soul back, so, no hard feelings.” 

[atlasxrose]

@gabrielxnikephoros​

Atlas was a bit shaken up. He sat now in the library reading an early account on Scylla, the ancient shifter who’d been murdered. The woman he’d visioned entering the temple, apparently never to return. The witch was doing all that he could to ignore the figure that haunted him, the creature had followed him all throughout the town - but here in the library - Atlas seemed to find some temporary relief from the spirit. The coven was in complete disarray and absently, Atlas blamed himself. Could he have done something more with his vision? Could he have saved her? Or was her fate always so finite? The oracle would likely be asking himself these questions for the rest of his life, what he really wanted was someone who’d known her, or really knew of her; but Atlas was short on reptilian or aquatic shifter friends. 

So he settled for learning what he could about her past through mythology. Atlas hadn’t noticed Gabriel until after the librarian was relatively close, what was he doing? Shelving books? Organizing books? Just looking incredibly attractive with books. Atlas could never be certain, but he waved, awkwardly, then absently went back to his book. Feeling quite stupid and hating how consistently it felt like Gabriel was pulling the rug out from under him. Atlas knew a lot of men, a lot of really attractive men, but the witch never got... giddy around them. His ears were burning a little bit at his own frustration, Atlas didn’t need to look in the mirror to know they were red. It was too late though, he’d waved and Gabriel had come over. 

Atlas cleared his throat, “Did you know Scylla was originally a naiad? But her sister Circe transformed her into a monster.” It made him think about his own sister, he couldn’t imagine doing something so horrible to her, but then again, as a monster, Scylla had been powerful. “Do you have any siblings Gabriel?”

[markusxcamlann]

@gabrielxnikephoros​

Markus had awoken in the darkness, and for years he’d been forced to cling to it. The night was all that he knew until he caught wind of an incubus in Corinth Bay, naturally the vampire had done whatever was necessary to walk in the daylight again, that opportunity presented itself as Gabriel. The vampire owed the fact that he could openly walk in the light of day to the incubus who’d been so kind as to offer his blood up to him. Markus didn’t begrudge the creature in any way, quite the opposite, the vampire admired their longevity and near immortality. In so many ways he could see them having a fortuitous relationship, there was no reason why the hunters could not share. 

There was always a rush that came when he bit someone, a certain relief that came with feeding, but Gabriel stood out among the countless others that Markus had made a meal of. So when the incubus entered the room, the vampire was almost immediately aware, the smell of his blood permeating the air. Not quite as intoxicating as a genasi or even a witch, but not without its own measured appeal, it was subtle, differing only slightly from what one might find within humanity, but having tasted it before, for Markus, there was no comparison. “Are you also seeing the dead?” 

[thiskryptonite]

tw: drug use // @thisthinskin

August was taking the night in strides, his clothes weren’t exactly up to par with what some people were wearing, but then again, he was pretty sure he saw more than a few people strolling in wearing a lot less than everyone else. There was a charge in the air as music hummed from within, August could feel a smile tugging at the back of his mind somewhere - a party - it was probably the exact opposite thing Trillium’s Regent had told August to do but the witch wouldn’t be content hiding under some rock. 

Besides, this was a chance to unwind. He wasn’t really sure what this Gabriel St. August was in to, but he was sure that the man he was hoping that the man he’d matched on the app with wasn’t someone who’d been quietly pining away for the perfect fit. 

August sighed. “Gabe” was late. This was bullshit, he’d already made idle chit chat with a couple people who had seen him and wondered what he was doing -but it was free if you went in together- August’s hand reached into his pocket and he pulled out the joint he’d rolled in advance of this. His date had until this was over before August was going to head in. There was no way the witch was going in sober. 

He sparked up and smiled at his good luck before he took a drag, his hand extended easily and his eyebrow quirked. “Gabe?”

[petrichorxathanasios]

@gabrielxnikephoros​

People had flooded the streets and Petrichor walked uninhibited alongside the cubi, in a rare occurrence they’d been accosted neither by scorned creatures burned by the sundered veil, nor former lovers who’d lost part or all of their souls to the incubus. The Corinthians littered the streets as Petrichor clutched a glass of wine so foul it was going to give even him a headache that he was undoubtedly going to feel into his next rebirth. “If it’s so bad, why does everyone keep drinking it?” Petrichor asked before he thrusted the shared glass towards Gabriel as the pair walked with the phoenix’s arm slung across his back. Was this the first day? The second day? One seemed to bleed into the other so Petrichor did not think that either Apollo or Artemis would take much notice. “I’ve been thinking, what about that church for our wedding - the one on Skopelos?”

[atlasxrose]

@gabrielxnikephoros​

Atlas was scanning the shelves, absently looking for nothing more than something to pass the time with. He hadn’t grown up with libraries like these, books and stories, poetry and history. There was a simplicity to the quiet stillness of a well kept library - and this was just that. The library had an underside to it, as all things in Corinth seemed to, and that was what attracted Atlas the most. Danger. He did not choose to jump headfirst into the abyss, no, that was never the witch’s way. Atlas lingered upon the edge, a breath away from destruction. 

He was probably a common sight there, no more than the average book nerd, so of course Atlas was familiar with the librarian. It was hard not to be. The man was incredibly compelling, striking in so many different facets. The witch enjoyed whatever conversations they struck up, and probably overthought them for too long after the fact. 

“I’m looking for something a bit different from last time?” Atlas questioned, a bit unsure of what he was even looking for himself. “I’ve been having really vivid dreams lately - maybe something to help me interpret them?” Atlas was a firm believer that the universe liked to present them with signs, he himself was maybe just better at interpreting them than others. The witch eyed the librarian easily, curious as to what he’d think on the matter.

[diamondsandash]

You aren't really a little boy, are you?

"I can’t keep it? I’m just a lonely little boy stuck in a tiny little cell. Give me this one little thing?"