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April 2012
Gabriel smirked at that, watching Conner over his glass while the other spoke. He ran his tongue over the rim of the glass before taking a long gulp and setting it back down softly. He could see Conner just starting to realize how he may or may not be sounding, but that of course was almost entirely dependent on who was listening. He just so happened to be talking to one of the dirtiest minded angels that ever lived, probably only second to Balthazar.
“Well, if it means anything to you this is the first time I’ve been out with someone in a long time when we both didn’t have something completely different on our minds.” Well, except for the disaster with Ariel.
Conner seemed to come back from his thoughts when Gabe spoke up, though he was still fairly flushed. He wasn’t quite sure if it was solely because of his own thought process - one could only imagine how flustered he’d be if he was sure Gabriel’s was going the same way - or if the now-near-empty bottle of wine had something to do with it.
He flushed a little bit at Gabriel’s comment and he couldn’t help a laugh - maybe even something like a little giggle. “Well, at least you’ve been out. But, hey, it’s a little comforting.” He grinned up at him, picking up the bottle and pouring what was left into his glass.
He raised an eyebrow at Conner’s giggle, it was easy to forget that other people could actually get drunk. The skinwalker probably would be tipsy after an entire bottle of wine, or most of one, what was left getting poured into the glass. Chuckling after Conner spoke, he took another gulp of his beer, it was also nearly empty.
“Glad I could be of help.” And with him warming up a little more maybe it was time to test the water, screw it if he was Zack’s friend, Gabriel was allowed to have a little fun, right?
He nudged the toe of Conner’s shoe with his own and slid his foot forward to rest the inside of his ankle against the outside of Conner’s. The other could easily pull away and make it seem like nothing, brush it off and let it be ignored. Obvious but safe, minus the safe this was completely his style, and he was sure why he was being so cautious in the first place.
Conner set the bottle aside, pushing it further out of the way, once he’d finished it, sipping from his glass and looking up. He smiled slightly, tilting his head and nodding a little bit at the statement, toying with the rim of his glass, his head tilted a little to one side.
He wasn’t quite sure what to say in response, so he just took another drink, the glass paused momentarily at the nudge. At first, he figured it was just an accident. They were sitting in somewhat small confines across from each other. It was bound to happen, right? But then the contact continued, and Conner’s blush deepened a little bit. He bit his lip, smiling shyly as he looked down at his glass, hair falling into his face, which he didn’t bother brushing away.
He nudged back lightly, and didn’t pull away. Glancing up once more, he still had a small, crooked smile on his lips. This, he was far too used to - not necessarily the advances, but his own shyness. He was almost cripplingly shy sometimes, and he knew it would only be expected to surface now, under the influence or not.
The End?
Zack sat on his bed. He usually didn’t mind not having anything to do, but right now he hated it. He want to move, to do something. And it only figured that it was right now that he couldn’t do anything. Just walking made him dizzy.
He huffed out a short sigh and stood, eyes screwing shut as the world spun around him. He groaned and stumbled toward the door, eyes still shut. He made it out the door and down the hall to the top of the stairs. He stopped, looking down the stairs. It seemed like there was forty steps to the bottom, when in reality, there was less than fifteen. His head spun again and he had to lean on the wall to keep from falling over.
His support didn’t last long, and before he realized it, he was falling. He was unconscious before he reached the bottom. He hit the floor at the foot of the stairs hard, a pool of blood already starting to gather around his head.
Conner had taken recently to just wandering into Zack’s whenever he was around, knowing that his friend never usually minded it. Today, as any other day, he was getting tired of walking around getting strange looks from those around him - he knew it was probably because he looked pretty much like a homeless person due to the state of his clothing, though he still looked too well off for that to be the case.
Pushing open the front door, he knocked on the doorframe as he looked around. “Zack?” He called, before his eyes slowly found the man, laying at the foot of the stairs, unconscious and bleeding. “Fuck,” He huffed. He snatched the nearest phone, though he wasn’t sure he should call an ambulance. He’d tend to him first.
Dropping to his knees beside Zack, he tugged his jacket off. He was careful and quick, finding and putting pressure on the gash in his head, and gently pulling him into his lap, unbothered by the blood in the least. “Shit, Zack…” He couldn’t help but wonder how this had even happened. Zack was an angel, and a skinwalker.
Grimacing, he picked up the phone and called an ambulance, quickly giving the adress before he focused on stopping the bleeding, and hopefully bringing Zack back around.A slight whimper slipped from Zack’s throat when Conner put pressure on the gash, though he otherwise didn’t react. Scott was awake and was trying to find a way to wake Zack up. He only knew Conner was there because he could feel the pressure on the wound and he had heard his voice. Though he hadn’t personally met Conner, he knew him from Zack’s memories.
It wasn’t long before the sound of sirens filled the air. Scott still hadn’t found a way to wake Zack up, so he had no choice but to take the backseat and hope that Conner and the medics coming to help would be able to get him patched up and awake.
Conner looked up, alerted by the whimper, but when he got nothing else, he cursed softly beneath his breath again, brushing his hair out of his face and shifting slightly, to keep his head in his lap, and keep pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding. “C’mon, Zack…” His free hand stroked over his cheek, almost absently as he stared down at him, his eyes worried.
At the sounds of sirens, he looked up, glad he’d left the door open. Paramedics rushed in, quickly moving into Conner’s place, shooing him into the background. He didn’t stay far, however, his eyes locked on his friend as they treated the wound the best the could, situating him onto a stretcher, different medics trying to speak to him, trying to get him to wake up.
He fidgeted, waiting, watching one of them coming towards him as they started taking him out to the ambulance. He knew he would be questioned, but he’d be damned if he was leaving Zack’s side. He followed, glancing once at the man who fell into step beside him, waiting for the questions.
The End?
Zack sat on his bed. He usually didn’t mind not having anything to do, but right now he hated it. He want to move, to do something. And it only figured that it was right now that he couldn’t do anything. Just walking made him dizzy.
He huffed out a short sigh and stood, eyes screwing shut as the world spun around him. He groaned and stumbled toward the door, eyes still shut. He made it out the door and down the hall to the top of the stairs. He stopped, looking down the stairs. It seemed like there was forty steps to the bottom, when in reality, there was less than fifteen. His head spun again and he had to lean on the wall to keep from falling over.
His support didn’t last long, and before he realized it, he was falling. He was unconscious before he reached the bottom. He hit the floor at the foot of the stairs hard, a pool of blood already starting to gather around his head.
Conner had taken recently to just wandering into Zack’s whenever he was around, knowing that his friend never usually minded it. Today, as any other day, he was getting tired of walking around getting strange looks from those around him - he knew it was probably because he looked pretty much like a homeless person due to the state of his clothing, though he still looked too well off for that to be the case.
Pushing open the front door, he knocked on the doorframe as he looked around. “Zack?” He called, before his eyes slowly found the man, laying at the foot of the stairs, unconscious and bleeding. “Fuck,” He huffed. He snatched the nearest phone, though he wasn’t sure he should call an ambulance. He’d tend to him first.
Dropping to his knees beside Zack, he tugged his jacket off. He was careful and quick, finding and putting pressure on the gash in his head, and gently pulling him into his lap, unbothered by the blood in the least. “Shit, Zack…” He couldn’t help but wonder how this had even happened. Zack was an angel, and a skinwalker.
Grimacing, he picked up the phone and called an ambulance, quickly giving the adress before he focused on stopping the bleeding, and hopefully bringing Zack back around.
March 2012
Hello.
Defensive and I haven’t even said anything…
-shrugs- If you’re an alpha and you haven’t already tried the alternatives you’re obviously not gonna, so what should I care. I’m not a hunter anymore; just a survivor.
I have tried them. That’s the problem. They do not work. -Shrugs-
So, what brings you ‘round here, Mr. Survivor?
-chuckles- I could disagree, but…different species and all. -shrugs- Just…wandering, I guess. Enjoying the flux in timelines and such.
Hello.
thelastabomination started following you
Name’s Cas. I’m the Alpha Vamp.
If you try to give me all that ‘you can find other alternatives to killing people’ I will bite you in the face.
Defensive and I haven’t even said anything…
-shrugs- If you’re an alpha and you haven’t already tried the alternatives you’re obviously not gonna, so what should I care. I’m not a hunter anymore; just a survivor.
Today is national best friend day. Reblog if you love your best friend.
CARA!!! SEE THIS!! KNOW IT!!
Gabriel smirked at that, watching Conner over his glass while the other spoke. He ran his tongue over the rim of the glass before taking a long gulp and setting it back down softly. He could see Conner just starting to realize how he may or may not be sounding, but that of course was almost entirely dependent on who was listening. He just so happened to be talking to one of the dirtiest minded angels that ever lived, probably only second to Balthazar.
“Well, if it means anything to you this is the first time I’ve been out with someone in a long time when we both didn’t have something completely different on our minds.” Well, except for the disaster with Ariel.
Conner seemed to come back from his thoughts when Gabe spoke up, though he was still fairly flushed. He wasn’t quite sure if it was solely because of his own thought process - one could only imagine how flustered he’d be if he was sure Gabriel’s was going the same way - or if the now-near-empty bottle of wine had something to do with it.
He flushed a little bit at Gabriel’s comment and he couldn’t help a laugh - maybe even something like a little giggle. “Well, at least you’ve been out. But, hey, it’s a little comforting.” He grinned up at him, picking up the bottle and pouring what was left into his glass.
Gabriel chuckled, the noise stuttering slightly when he felt Conner’s hand on his arm. He pushed back into the touch, turning his palm up to brush his fingers over the skinwalker’s sleeve. Looking down at their hands he realized how close they were and nearly pulled away before reminding himself that Conner had reached out to him first, and let his arm relax.
“Nah, don’t sweat it.” He smiled a little and looked up at Conner, meeting his eyes and feeling a light flush on his cheeks. They had both leaned in a little and he was just noticing that his eyes weren’t quite black, but the darkest, richest brown he had ever seen. Kind of beautiful, really.
He pulled back suddenly as if he’d been burned and tipped his glass back to his lips, nearly finishing it. This was Zack’s friend, not Gabriel’s territory to roam.
Conner smiled a little bit more, feeling the other’s fingers over his sleeve. He squeezed his forearm gently, before he pulled away and set both hands on the table, still somewhat close to Gabriel’s.
“Still. Shoulda just left it.” He chuckled a little, though it faded when eyes met. He felt his own blush grow a little darker, and he smiled a bit more, though when Gabriel pulled away so quickly, Conner jumped, nearly knocking over his own glass. He caught it, looking down at it’s contents for a moment before downing it.
He tried to ignore the way his heart was racing. He hardly knew Gabriel - why the hell was he reacting like this?
Gabriel lifted his arm to hail the waitress again but after his third try just snapped his glass full again, taking a hearty sip.”Seriously, don’t worry about it.” There was something final in his voice, making it clear he wasn’t keen on talking about this again any time soon.
Once again he was faced with the dilemma of making small talk. He decided to let Conner head it of this time, seeing how Gabriel breaking the ice the first time had ended.
Conner nodded slightly, grabbing the wine bottle, refilling his own glass and drinking half of it in one go, worrying his lip for a moment. He was horrible at this on a normal day - Conner was never really much of a talker - but whatever was making him so damned nervous, was making it even more difficult.
“I, ahm…” He pursed his lips, then gave a small, awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck with a free hand. “I’m…really…really bad at small talk,” He admitted, flushing and looking up at Gabe with a tentative smile.
Gabriel felt some of the tension drop away, whether that was the three and a half beers finally wearing though his tough as titanium alcohol tolerance and letting him feel pleasantly warm or Conner’s near adorable laugh. He grinned and laughed himself, shrugging,
“I’m not normally this mopey.”
Conner smiled slightly wider when Gabe laughed, taking another drink. “I guess it’s just one of those days, huh? I dunno if that should be discouraging or not…” He said, the last bit almost to himself, as he furrowed a brow. “But hey, doesn’t gotta stay that way.”
Gabriel nodded, “I’ve been having one of those months.” It was true, after everything with Ariel and Balthazar and maybe Lucifer, the last while had been heavy. He needed a distraction, something like this right here was perfect, and he was mucking it up. “But let’s talk about something else…” He trailed of slightly at the last part of Conner’s sentence, wondering exactly what he meant by that. After all, Gabriel was looking for distraction and he could think of plenty of ways to make this night even better, especially if it involved Conner.
Aaaand calling crane to remove mind from the gutter.
Conner grimaced sympathetically, tilting his head. “I know the feeling.” He chuckled slightly and just shook his head. He noted the way he trailed off, tilting his head a little bit and pursing his lip a little bit. “What should we talk about? I’m… open for anything, I guess. Sorry if I’m… a little off. It’s been a hell of a long time since I’ve been out with anyone.” He chuckled, though his faced flushed slightly. He realized that that entire sentence could go in a very different direction then he was initially meaning.
-starts throwing knives at his cabin wall absently, rubbing a hand over his eyes-
-appears beside him, leaning on the wall and looking at him with concern plain on his face- Something up?
Hm? -looks up, looking up at him- Oh, no. I just…remembering why I only stick around here long enough to do work when no one else wants to talk or anything. -smiles slightly-
Gabriel chuckled, the noise stuttering slightly when he felt Conner’s hand on his arm. He pushed back into the touch, turning his palm up to brush his fingers over the skinwalker’s sleeve. Looking down at their hands he realized how close they were and nearly pulled away before reminding himself that Conner had reached out to him first, and let his arm relax.
“Nah, don’t sweat it.” He smiled a little and looked up at Conner, meeting his eyes and feeling a light flush on his cheeks. They had both leaned in a little and he was just noticing that his eyes weren’t quite black, but the darkest, richest brown he had ever seen. Kind of beautiful, really.
He pulled back suddenly as if he’d been burned and tipped his glass back to his lips, nearly finishing it. This was Zack’s friend, not Gabriel’s territory to roam.
Conner smiled a little bit more, feeling the other’s fingers over his sleeve. He squeezed his forearm gently, before he pulled away and set both hands on the table, still somewhat close to Gabriel’s.
“Still. Shoulda just left it.” He chuckled a little, though it faded when eyes met. He felt his own blush grow a little darker, and he smiled a bit more, though when Gabriel pulled away so quickly, Conner jumped, nearly knocking over his own glass. He caught it, looking down at it’s contents for a moment before downing it.
He tried to ignore the way his heart was racing. He hardly knew Gabriel - why the hell was he reacting like this?
Gabriel lifted his arm to hail the waitress again but after his third try just snapped his glass full again, taking a hearty sip.”Seriously, don’t worry about it.” There was something final in his voice, making it clear he wasn’t keen on talking about this again any time soon.
Once again he was faced with the dilemma of making small talk. He decided to let Conner head it of this time, seeing how Gabriel breaking the ice the first time had ended.
Conner nodded slightly, grabbing the wine bottle, refilling his own glass and drinking half of it in one go, worrying his lip for a moment. He was horrible at this on a normal day - Conner was never really much of a talker - but whatever was making him so damned nervous, was making it even more difficult.
“I, ahm…” He pursed his lips, then gave a small, awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck with a free hand. “I’m…really…really bad at small talk,” He admitted, flushing and looking up at Gabe with a tentative smile.
Gabriel felt some of the tension drop away, whether that was the three and a half beers finally wearing though his tough as titanium alcohol tolerance and letting him feel pleasantly warm or Conner’s near adorable laugh. He grinned and laughed himself, shrugging,
“I’m not normally this mopey.”
Conner smiled slightly wider when Gabe laughed, taking another drink. “I guess it’s just one of those days, huh? I dunno if that should be discouraging or not…” He said, the last bit almost to himself, as he furrowed a brow. “But hey, doesn’t gotta stay that way.”
Just…a fair warning, I guess?
For me, there is something as too much angst
If it gets to that point, i usually pull away from my characters for a little while
So just…If I don’t do much, that’s why. There’s a lot right now and it’s effecting my moods OOC so I’m going to just…back out and hope I can wait it out.
-starts throwing knives at his cabin wall absently, rubbing a hand over his eyes-
