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Hinder - Lips of an Angel

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Ribs||Gabriel & Edward

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The hush in the bar was obvious now that Edward was closer. It figured. The women were attracted to him like flies to honey. Perhaps she had used to be one of those flies but that time had passed and now Gabriel eyed the female members of the human species with ill-disguised disgust. She then turned her attention to Edward, no matter how much she didn’t want to. He was magnetic. Something she hadn’t taught him. He had always had that trait. But his magnetism was thrown off by the fact that he was more than uncomfortable over the fact that she was there. Of course. It was so typical of him to act this way. A twinge of nostalgia hit her and it took her a second to shake it away, like a human would smack away a mosquito. 

She covered her lips with her hand to disguise her smile when Edward basically growled at the man. If he didn’t like the bartender’s attention, she certainly did. Anything to piss her old lo— friend off. “I’ll have a water too, sweetheart,” she purred out, red lips moving into a smirk. “And your number while you’re at it.” Humans were so easy. Honestly. Gabriel almost wanted a challenge. But she didn’t at the same time. Her eyes traced over Edward’s form and her father, he really hadn’t changed. Another wave of nostalgia hit and this time, she could not shoo it away. Instead, her cheeks heated and she glanced down, struggling for her self control. 

"Drink what?" she snorted. "Your beverage of choice is water, Edward. Hardly adventurous. Doesn’t our father consider this a sin? And you shall shoo because I don’t want you here. Go on ahead, leave me be. I’m not willing to hear your lectures on morality so if you want to stay, you’re going to have to put those and your white hat away for the night, understand?" Gabriel’s smile was colder than ice but the look in her eyes belayed it before she was once again avoiding his gaze, taking a sip from her glass and leaving another red lipstick print behind. 

[edwardfinn]

Edwards eyes closed for a moment as he exhaled slowly, trying to relax.  He wasn’t used to being on earth at all, let alone in a place like this, with one of the fallen. Looking up again, he focused his gaze on Gabriel, cocking his head slightly. She seemed…strange. On edge. He’d always been good at reading her, the centuries they had spent together giving him a unique insight into her mind. And right now, he could tell that she was trying desperately to seem uninterested, despite her obvious interest in his reappearance.

Still watching her, he chuckled quietly as she tried to hide a smile, but his mood quickly darkened as she spoke. He turned his gaze to the bartender, staring him down with his best angel of death stare. He gripped Gabriels wrist, flashing her a warning glare. “Don’t, Gabriella.” A flash of anger shot through his body and his other hand clenched on his leg, fingers digging into the flesh. Human bodies are so weak, he thought as he felt the tiny spike of pain. He felt Gabriels look at him, and hardened his stare.  As the blush rose on her cheeks he smirked, looking back down and taking a sip of his water.

“I don’t need to drink at all, you know that. I’m merely consuming water to be social, not to be adventurous.” He took another sip, eyes rolling. “It’s not a sin, it’s a task. I’m monitoring. And I will not shoo, because you are not as adverse to my presence as you pretend to be. I wasn’t going to lecture you anyway.” He gulped down his water, wrinkling his nose. “I am so glad I can live without this.”

[kate-of-rp-deactivated20140524]

What are you doing?

[edwardfinn]

Eating a doughnut.

[fckbbeth-blog]

That might have scared the girl more then the actual landing…So, Angel?

[edwardfinn]

Yes, Angel. My name is Edward.

[reese-marin-deactivated20140510]

What,kill me? Send me back to hell? Been there, done that.

[edwardfinn]

There are places much worse than hell, sweetie.

[fckbbeth-blog]

That’s the weirdest thing I’ve heard all day. Where did you fall from anyways?

[edwardfinn]

I didn't fall. I flew, sort of.

[reese-marin-deactivated20140510]

Okay. Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Me.

[edwardfinn]

You better run now before I do something I'll....actually, I won't regret it at all

[liizais]

I’ll do what I want, and I suggest you don’t piss me off. Just because you’re an angel doesn’t mean I can’t hurt you.

[edwardfinn]

Sweetie, I could tear you apart faster than you can even imagine.

[reese-marin-deactivated20140510]

— Don’t fucking touch me!

[reese-marin-deactivated20140510]

[edwardfinn]

Say it again, I dare you!

[liizais]

You still hit her.

[edwardfinn]

But she was okay...and I gave her a small animal.

[liizais]

It could be worse… My dad could be a dead-beat who only contacts his kids from his four favorites.

[edwardfinn]

Show some respect.

[lmaoarabelle-deactivated2014051]

Really?

[edwardfinn]

I have no need to.

[liizais]

….A nine year old?

[edwardfinn]

Accidentally.

[lolnoscott-deactivated20140427]

Really?

[edwardfinn]

It was an unfortunate accident.

[edwardfinn]

I just landed on

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Ribs||Gabriel & Edward

Why in her father’s name did he have to show up now? She had just adjusted. She had just gotten used to the moral standards that a human was forced to uphold. Gabriel was enjoying herself. And now Edward was back. The girl snarled low in her throat as she stalked into the bar, black trench coat drawn tight and emphasizing the color contrast between her skin and her hair. They avoided her. It wasn’t unexpected— she gave off an aura of anger, of danger, one that should have been avoided at all times. Settling down in one of the seats in the very corner of the bar, she rested her head on the bar’s surface. At least the cool metal under her chin calmed her, gave her something else to focus on. 

"What would you like, sweetheart?" The bartender drawled out and Gabriel sneered at him. "I’m not your sweetheart. And I want your strongest rum mixed with Coke. And it had better not be flat." He shivered and Gabriel’s desire to smite him lessened. She could still do that. Her Father was not that angry at her. Gabriel had still maintained most of the abilities that she had had as an arch angel. She could have gone back if she wanted. But she wouldn’t. That would have been giving Edward what he wanted. And that was the last thing that she wanted at this moment. 

A person slid into the seat next to her and Gabriel ignored them as she shrugged off the trench coat, revealing a little black dress and a pearl necklace. She wanted to forget tonight. She wanted to forget Edward and his high and mighty words about how she had abandoned him and how he had no choice. Maybe she’d take someone home but people weren’t as trusting as they used to be— not since the war had started. She couldn’t blame them. You could take someone home and they’d consume your soul for dessert. She wasn’t worried about that one, of course, her soul would kill anyone. “Thanks, darling,” she sneered out when the bartender approached her with her drink and she handed him some money before downing most of it. It took a lot to get her drunk but once she was there, it was better for everyone. 

She looked at the person sitting next to her out of the corner of her eye before doing a double take. Edward. Of freaking course. “Not you,” Gabriel groaned and she slid the drink away from her, feeling ashamed. He shouldn’t see her like this. “Haven’t you already done enough? Shoo.” She made a little gesture with her hand before eyeing him fully. 

[edwardfinn]

Edward was in shock. Highly controlled shock, yes, but in shock nonetheless. The time after Gabriels fall had been the hardest of his interminable existence, and just as he was finally starting to move on, she just happened to pop up in the middle of a critical task. So he'd done what he had always done when he needed to clear his mind. Monitoring the humans that frequented dens of iniquity. He sat in the corner in his trademark pinstripe suit, eyes flickering over the people milling around the dark bar. An uneasy feeling spread through his system, making him shift in his seat. He shouldn't be here. It was an unholy place. Several women had approached him while he'd been sat there, but with one sharp glare from his blue eyes, had quickly retreated.  He shouldn't be here.

A shiver dragged through his bones and his eyes shot up, immediately locking on the new figure making her way to the bar. He should have known one of the fallen would show up eventually. They never could stay away from place like this. In a second he had made his decision, pushing himself up from his corner booth and walking over to the new arrival slowly. After sliding into the seat next to her, he sighed at her attire, rolling his eyes slightly. "Water, please." The bartender seemingly ignored him, too busy eyeing the fallen angel next to him. Edward leaned forward slightly, coughing to attract the mans attention. "Water, please." he muttered harshly, leaning back and straightening his tie. With a slightly startled look, he nodded. Edward smirked slightly in approval, sliding some money across the bar.

"Gabriel" he murmured at the sound of her voice, nodding at her. He slid the drink back towards her, shrugging slightly. "Drink away, I've seen worse." He wiped his hands on his dark trousers, still not able to feel comfortable in this environment. "I shan't 'shoo'. I am merely here to drink."

[lmaoarabelle-deactivated2014051]

Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.

[edwardfinn]

I don't sleep.