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Light My Way Out of the Darkness - A playlist for India Dunn and Gabriel St. John

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Gabriel St. John: “It wants to eat us!” || “Do a loop! I don't know if it'll help, but I've always wanted to see one!” || “We clearly have a very different underworld mythology.” || “Is this what I have to look forward to when I fall in love?"

"It wants to eat us!" 

"I know," Gabriel hissed, pushing his partner behind him out of habit, "See this is why I hate gaki.” He stared at the fat, fleshy creature currently barring their way out of the church, watching it chew on an alter cloth while its glassy eyes remained fixed on a stained glass window behind them. “These things’ll eat anything they can get their hands on until they’re satisfied, and I mean anything,” he explained, glancing back at India with the determination that they were not about to become the gaki’s next meal. “We need.. we need an offering. Do you still have that candy bar you were saving?”

"Do a loop! I don’t know if it’ll help, but I’ve always wanted to see one!"

"A loop?!" Gabe repeated, dismay written all over his face as he looked back at India over his shoulder. He knew his bike was good, but he’d made it himself out of spare parts, and he’d only ever seen fancy spinning tricks done in movies. He faced the road again, squinting at the intersection ahead of them until he decided "fuck it" and went for it. He sped up, sliding into the (thankfully empty) intersection and spinning in a tight loop, almost making the bike fall over before he righted it, letting out a string of curses and a whoop of joy as they sped off in the opposite direction. "How’s that for a loop?!" he yelled over his shoulder to India.

"We clearly have a very different underworld mythology."

"Clearly," Gabriel agreed, "I’m telling you though, I’ve seen a Chimaera, and they’re not the same as Cerberus. Cerberus: three heads. Chimaera: one head. Chimaera: lion front half, goat back half. Cerberus: all dog, very big dog. They do both have snakes for tails though, so I guess I can see the confusion there. Don’t worry, Indy, I’ll get you versed in all the weird mythology stuff soon enough.”

"Is this what I have to look forward to when I fall in love?"

"Isn’t that what I’m supposed to say?" Gabe joked, nudging his partner with his shoulder. True, he still wasn’t sure how the two of them had ended up on the guest for a former client’s wedding, but it meant free booze at the reception, so he wasn’t going to complain. "Trust me, I think the sweetness is gag-worthy too, but I was sure you’d love these things." Gabe knew he was staring, he knew that their shoulders were still touching and he should probably move away before he was caught gazing at his partner, but India looked lovely in the colored light from the stained glass windows, even with her face scrunched up. "Don’t worry," he assured her, "I’d sooner kidnap you from the altar than let you get sappy like that on your wedding day."

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The Formalities (or Lack Thereof)

Gabriel: Exhaustion made him clumsy as Gabriel fumbled with his keys and finally unlocked his apartment door, shoving it open with his shoulder. Bear met him at the door, yipping at Gabe as he came in until he picked up the little Yorkshire terrier and carried him with him to the couch where he collapsed. He knew he should probably take a shower, he was covered in grime and blood, some that was his and some that wasn't and Bear was sniffing at all of it, but he was just too tired to get up now that he was sitting. Gabriel was passed out as soon as he closed his eyes, sleeping so soundly that he wasn't roused by his ringing phone until the sound excited Bear and the little dog started bouncing on him to get his attention. Gabe sat up with a start and a grunt, groping in his pockets for the device until he retrieved it and offered a confused "Wha?" to the caller. He thought he might recognize the voice greeting him, but that voice was quickly exchanged for a new one he definitely didn't know. His brows furrowed in confusion as the unfamiliar voice said something about ice, but he registered her questions and cleared his throat to answer. "Yeah, yeah that would be me. The dude, the garbage man, Gabriel. That's me. I take it you have a job for me?" Gabriel stood up, petting Bear when he whined and sighing. "Sorry, Bear, looks like there's no rest for the weary," he muttered to the dog and he momentarily pressed to receiver to his shoulder, "Duty calls."

India: Whoever it was the said that "Blood is Thicker Than Water" seemed to have backed up the statement with a more scientific inclination - as India was definitely proving it word per word. Containing the water dripping from the side of her mouth and every time she would try to mutter something that would have otherwise resembled coherence was downright tough. Perhaps it was only appropriate as her own thoughts and proceeding of the matter were just as slurred. "Don't say that, man! Souls aren't garbage!" retorted India in mulled tone, the back of her immediate in wiping the water dripping from her lips. If truth were the only immediate ink in her words, she would have asked the other person to come as quickly as possible to their rendezvous and dispel all the troubled souls contained in the place - that, of course, would be practical and effective as her family's dues at the hotel was starting to pile higher than she could keep up with; however, India saw it as an act of tactlessness - to throw a complete stranger in the path of rage and torment brought upon countless dead residing in their newly-bought home, regardless of the stranger in question's occupation being a supernatural hunter. As such, it was of India's nature to find a middle ground - the grey to which she could put aside momentarily the darkness of their business's nature. It come to her as a muffled humming, sharp consonants formed despite the obvious blocking of the phone. It garnered a furrow from India and a questioning look from Anna, who whispered to ask what was going on. India retorted with a small shrug before reciprocating with another whisper, telling her friend that she thinks that Gabriel person was talking to someone else. Bemused, India hummed in contemplation before addressing the matter. "What's going on, man? Are you talking to someone?" A sudden realization - although rather peculiar - made India gasp, causing a small piece of ice to fall from her mouth. "Oh my God, are you talking to a ghost right now?!"

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The Formalities (or Lack Thereof)

India: The blood was stark against the fur of white polyester rug. The accidental biting of one's tonue is far from accidental - it was a clear indication of someone (or something) paying mind to one's person. India had bit her lip; and being the superstitious girl that she had always been, she dismissed it with a grunt. It would have been regarded as compliment if the person in question did not think of her thrice within the last hour. As such, it prompted her to take another ice cube to remedy to swelling; it wouldn't be too long until she had taken all of her friend Anna's ice cubes if she kept on biting her tongue. It earned a light push and laugh from her friend, whom had the telephone up her ear and balanced between her head and shoulders. A small, incoherent question that would have resembled a "what" escaped India's occupied mouth. The waiting game would have rendered her excited if not for the 10 minutes worth of unanswered calls. India was playing with the cube with her tongue when the silence was broken by Anna's abrupt greeting on the phone. In a spur of spontaneous recognition, India took the phone from Anna's grasp and took it her ear. It was warm and borderlining moistness, but she paid little mind such - there were more things to focus on. "Ehrrouw? Ah- shorry!" The ice broke into little pieces as she chewed on them. "Ah! Sorry, I have ice on my mouth," stated her between chews. "Are you the dude? Are you - uhh - what's his name again? Oh, right, right! Are you Gabriel?"

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