— ease in the silence

GABRIEL MONAGHAN. XXIX. “... here, your name; ghost and god - / a rosary i recite with teeth."

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✆ Gabriel ⇁ Cherry

Cherry: You need a good night's sleep, querido

Cherry: I suppose, but it's not from your student's

Gabe: Tell that to my day of classes

Gabe: I'm sure my students find my unshaven face very sexy

[sebastiansource]

[gabrielmxnaghan-blog]

✆ Gabriel ⇁ Cherry

Cherry: Just be your charming, sexy self and you will be fine ⁽˙³˙⁾

Gabe: I need a caffeine drip directly into my veins to function

Gabe: Feeling sexy and charming is far from my mind

[gagefiori]

Gage was dressed in his usual hoodie-leather jacket combination, with his dark, worn jeans and his boots that could seriously do with replacing. It was chilly outside, but not too cold, so he’d let his top layers hang open with a plain white t-shirt sitting underneath. It was casual and comfortable, and it was him. It takes a little too long for Gage’s liking for him to hear shuffling on the other side of the door, his heart skipping a beat and his stomach flipping as he hears the giggle of the handle, followed by the doing being pulled back to reveal the other man .”I uh… Coffee?” He spoke, holding up a cup for Gabriel before he pushed it ahead of himself, handing it to the brunette. “Yeah, I did. I um…” He trailed off, licking his lips as he tried to think of something to say. Gage practically spent five minutes outside the man’s door before gathering up the courage to knock, and he still hadn’t had enough time to think things through. “Could I come in?” The question was hopeful and the words felt as if they lingered on his tongue, bitter but stale at the same time with the fear of being told to leave. Maybe Gabriel had changed his mind, maybe Gage had made a mistake.

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Taking the coffee held out for him, Gabe turns on the heel of his foot as an open invitation for Gage to follow him inside with the steaming Styrofoam cup. “You’re always welcome.” He adds as reassurance, trying to be smooth but scalding his tongue on a sip of blistering fresh coffee, a small indecipherable sound coming from his lips at the bright spark of pain. It’s late enough in the day that the lowering sun manages to cover the high bloom of colour in his cheeks. Gabriel watches the other man for a few clicks of a moment, wishing that he had free reign to slot himself into the curve of his back instead of holding himself to stand away and wait. “I was half expecting not to see you again… least not so soon.” His weight shifts, hands wrapped around the cup as something to do and to warm through his palms. “I got back from classes bout half an hour ago, there’s also stew in the oven if you want to stay...” There’s more to the question than the word’s suggest, and Gabe takes a step closer, expression open in the neutral curve of his lips and lightly raised brows. “I have a deck over the water... I mean, if things are okay - for us?” He doesn’t want to say ‘Theo’s’ name, barely wants to think it. Keeping it absent in a bid to rid Gage’s mind from thinking of it too.

[gabrielmxnaghan-blog]

✆ Gabriel ⇁ Open

Gabe: Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?

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levi-adams:

“Hey, look, I’d love to chat and learn all Gabriel’s secrets, but we’re headed to the movies and if we don’t get a move on we’re going to be late. So thanks for checking in but he’s doing fine, have a good day!” Levi hung up the phone before handing it back to its owner. “Was that good enough?”

“— You could have hung up, I just needed plausible deniability away from her shouting at me for doing it... but thanks, I guess-” Gabriel takes the phone back, slipping it into the tight fit of his back pocket. “Just so you know, I’m not taking you to the movies just because you told my sister we were.”

[gagefiori]

( @gabrielmxnaghan )

As Gage reaches the door to Gabriel’s apartment he briefly reconsiders what he’s doing, swallowing thickly as he stares at the blank wood for moments. How many exactly he isn’t sure, his mind going completely blank, if you’d asked him if seconds or minutes had passed he wouldn’t be able to tell you. The past week or so had been a whirlwind for Gage, trying to settle his restless mind when all it could do was remind him about what he’d done to Theo, and then piling on top his mixed feelings for Gabe. Quickly he used his knuckles to rasp at the door, his body giving him just an ounce of courage momentarily, and he was lucky that he was able to take advantage of it before it disappeared into the pit of his stomach again. He had two coffees in his hands, a mirror image of the other week when Gabriel had turned up to his house unannounced, and he hoped the gesture wouldn’t go unnoticed. 

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Cuffs folded and pushed to his elbows, with his pristine white shirt still tucked but tie discarded somewhere out of sight, Gabriel is a mixed bag of professionalism and relaxed homeliness. Tucked into a high backed chair, there’s bound edition of ‘A Portrait of Dorian Grey’ between his hands, the copy well-loved and dog eared. Though there’s work to be done, set in stacks upon the table, his eyes shift over and glare repeatedly at the hundred or so tests just waiting to be marked by his hand. He’s contemplating, book still open but abandoned on his lap, whether or not he had any patience to deal with the vast stupidity of community college students when a knock resounds through the stark confines of his flat. Having not ordered take out, a much more common and somewhat shameful occurrence of late, Gabriel’s mind shuffles through the very few people who knew his address. Realising that the likelihood of it being his sister was slim to none, his heart does a silly little stuttered beat. He takes a step, then another, pausing with a hand raised to the door knob. Gabriel looks from himself to the door then back, shifting his weight and thinking ‘screw it’ before pulling the door open regardless of the way his hair was sticking up from a few too many runs of his fingers. “Gage… What are you doing here?” He asks, genuinely having expected it to take the other man more than a week to see him again; brain zoning in the coffee with a predatory hunger in his exhaustion. “You bought coffee.” It’s not a question.

[rose-marybooks]

[estemiramis]

[dailysebastianstan]

Sebastian Stan for GQ Romania

[pvrplesummer-blog]

Penelope watched him grab the box of muesli from the shelf and shook her head slowly. “God, with that rabbit-food cereal, you’re really making me feel like I’m upholding the whole unhealthy-American stereotype.” She bit back a grin. “Don’t be rude. I’m actually very smart - although, I have to say, you’re probably right on the whole thing about most Americans not being that smart. Not that you’re the one that brought it up in the first place.”

[gabrielmxnaghan-blog]

“— Nothing wrong with being unhealthy... well other than obesity and heart disease. I just happen to have a general disliking of sugar, don’t feel too bad about it. I think you’re a bit too pretty to be falling into any of my old stereotypes for you lot,” He shrugs, getting an extra box and walking a little says down the aisle to wear the lines of gluten see products sat. “And no, I said nothing about stupidly... But the average American IQ is two points lover than Ireland.”

[eleanor-tully]

Sav nodded her head, giving him a thumbs up. “He looks fine and totally isn’t dying. In fact, he looks pretty good.” She made sure to put her accent on a little thicker. For some reason, it always comforted people. “I promise he’s alright. If it makes you feel better and he doesn’t think I’m crazy, I’ll go with him to wherever he’s going.”

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“— That’s enough of that-” Gabriel decides, taking the phone back and saying goodbye in a language which was definitely not English; amusement evident enough in his tone that once to call was closed he chuckled slightly. “Are you going to keep true on that promise, miss?” Come shis ask, hands in his jokes and rocking back on the ball of his leather shoes. “Because if I’m not mistaken, you came onto me a little there. What was it? About how I looked ‘pretty good’?” 

[austintexas-rp]

“You know what– maybe both. Maybe none at all.” She shrugged, trying to make a joke. “Well– I’ll just go shouting around town asking for the person with puppy eyes. Though, that could be bad. I mean, did they steal a poor puppy’s eyes? I feel like it’s completely not fair to the puppy.” Again, going for another joke. 

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“— Or you could just try Dead Sailor? Seems like an easier sell to me, going to the tattoo parlour for a tattoo instead of asking random guys on the street,” Gabriel’s brows draw together at her joke, not quite seeing the humour in the notion. 

[essie-xoxo]

Essie thought she recognized the voice behind her, and that thought was confirmed when she turned around. “Mm, I suppose so.” She raised an eyebrow at the sight of the extra cup in his hands, rewarding him with a smile. “Why thank you. Luckily, I’ve encountered worse.” Laughing gently, she took the cup and cradled it close for the warmth. “You’re forgiven.”

[gabrielmxnaghan-blog]

“— I’m not quite the big bad wolf.” he jests, taking a sip of his coffee, breath puffing from Gabriel’s lips as a curl of steam on the frigid air. “Penny for you thoughts... though I guess that saying not too relevant here, is it? Maybe a dollar for your thoughts? What with Inflation and everything.” 

[starspangledson-blog1]

Arthur raised his eyebrows at the other man as he passed him the phone. “Hey,” he said into the mouthpiece. “Yeah, he’s fine – I promise – yeah – yeah, all in one piece – I don’t know…I don’t know how he’s eating. I mean, I’m – yeah, I guess I could…” His eyes widened slightly as the voice went on in his ear and he looked over at Gabriel helplessly.

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“— Just wait it out, she’l taper off eventually,” Gabriel says lowly, tilting his head back to eye the darkening sky while he half listens to the buzz of his sister’s accented voice through the tiny tinny speakers of the phone. At the next available pause, he snatches the phone back, thankful smile in place, and says a few choice words in Irish before hanging up rather unceremoniously. “Thank’s there Arth, maybe she’ll lay off the third degree for more than a day this time.” 

[theoxanderson]

“Yeah, okay – yes, I love you too, dad. Goodbye,” Theo hung up the phone when he heard the loud clap of thunder above him, and he nearly jumped due to the surprise of it. “Shit,” he grumbled, and like the sky was laughing at him, the rain just started pouring down. He tried to hurry over towards the nearest shelter, nearly taking someone down as he jumped under an umbrella, “Fuck. Sorry,” he pushed his wet hair out of his face, “Nothing says Maine like a monsoon, right?”

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“— Nah mate, you haven’t seen anything till Ireland in winter,” Gabriel argues lightly, tipping his umbrella to cover the other man more from the frankly torrential and sudden downpour. There’s a cigarette hanging somewhat precariously from his lips, spare hand tucked into the shallow pocket of his jeans; sleeve pushed up and showing a flash of darkly inked skin.  “I’ll give Maine the credit though, almost makes me home sick.”.”

[death-the-salesman]

The thing was, He wore bruises like embarrassing birthmarks to be hidden away, And I wore them like medals to be displayed.

And we are both so very beaten up these days // h.p. (via declanlnch)

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levi-adams:

Levi took the phone, mouthing “who am I supposed to be?” at Gabriel before holding it up to his ear.  “Hey…Aly, is it?”  Of course he had to be walking by at the same time this was going on, but he figured at least trying to help would be better than leaving Gabe to flounder on his own.  “Yeah, he’s right here, what did you need to ask me?”

“— Just tell her I’m not about to throw myself from the edge of the nearest building and we’re good, job done-” Gabriel says lowly, looking just about ready to snatch the phone back if the twitching of his hands was anything to go by.