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“What did you expect? I was sleeping for gods’ sakes.”

#middle of the night combat attire realness #[headcanons]

bastion·:

GABRIEL; Do You Speak Dragon?

Nested in the various nooks of the Mageia library, warmly lit by torch-light positioned around the various corners, if you tried hard enough you could find or stumble onto the son of Hephaestus just one book stack away from being collapsed by the literature of the halls. Slumped over unraveled tomes, hair disheveled, twisted locks caught between his stressed fingertips he was hyper-focus on the information before him. Eyes never breaking concentration, he waves his hand birthing a scene straight out of Harry Potter.

From the third shelf behind him a blue, leather bound book slips from it’s section and hovers through the air, graceful; fluttering it floats just above the horizon of the pile of books that littered before him. “Fuck” he exclaimed. Shortly next a slow hiss of an exhale, like air escaping a crack in a window, he dismisses the book cursing the himself before shifting the mess of papers out in front of him. The little snap caused him to cock back his head, both hands now running through his brown hair, when his eyes finally lifted from his research towards a slender man who’s face he couldn’t pin point.

“Sorry, this section is being preoccupied.” he announce before his manners slip from his tongue. “Sorry…just a bit stressed, you don’t speak Draconic by any chance?”

The afternoon had been fairly uneventful and the library was quiet, giving Gabriel plenty of time to witness what appeared to be growing frustration from the far corner. Books soared through the air to a man that was unfamiliar to him, one whose reasearch seemed both furious and unfruitful. The young demigod kept his distance at first. After about the thousandth time he watched the man run his fingers through his hair in frustration, Gabriel decided that maybe a distraction might be welcome.

As he made his way closer, he saw more books and parchment scattered around than could possibly be made sense of. Gabriel had not yet announced his presence when he made eye contact with the man. He smiled genuinely at the quick dismissal and subsequent apology, unphased. “Sorry, I don’t,” he uttered with a laugh. “Not sure I can be of much help to you, unless you need a bit of a break from-” His hands motioned wildly in a circular pattern to indicate the flurry of books around the man that seemed to be causing him stress. “-all of this.”

#bxsh-wxck #gabriel x bastion

kian·:

there’s a small chuckle that parts kian’s lips when gabriel recognizes him and turns to face him. hazel eyes drift to the book in his hand, eyes gleaming for a moment as the magic in his blood, his very essence, begins to dissect the ancient languages for information. there’s a thirst for magical knowledge, to enhance his own power, perhaps, that drives him to step forward. “i’m not a cat, gabriel, just because i’m the son of witchcraft.” he teases, the laugh evident in his voice.

he folds his arms over his chest as he thinks over the symbol. “birthright, heritage, inheritance. depending on the translation and the meaning behind the information you’re looking for.” kian says with a sly grin that stretches over his moonlight kissed teeth. “are you thinking of finding out more about your dad?” he questions, cocking an eyebrow. “there’s not too many things within the library about our parents, not that we didn’t learn in school anyway.”

The library was the most comfortable part of Mageia House that Gabriel had discovered thus far, even moreso than his own dormitory. The thought of all the ages of wisdom that could be gleamed from the words within that hall tempted him to never leave. He’d already lost many an hour among the stacks, a thousand little discoveries just waiting for him to happen upon them. “Whatever you say...” He returned Kian’s smile whole-heartedly, admiring the way his questmate’s features were illuminated by his laugh.

Of course, the first thing he’d sought out within the library was information on his parentage. He’d quickly realized that it wouldn’t be as easy as he’d thought. “Yes, I am,” he nodded somewhat solemnly. “I figured as much. The knowledge worth having rarely comes without pursuit.” He closed the book he’d been entranced by, marking the page with a crimson ribbon, and turned more fully towards Kian. “My father wasn’t quite as prolific as some within the pantheon. I fear that much of his story may have been lost over the years. Have you been able to learn much about your mother?”

#btchcrft #gabriel x kian

julian:

Welcoming was a specialty of his, likewise cooking. Julian pride himself on cooking for the house–and camp–when the situation allowed it. Caraway had his own role and he was perpetually grateful for the leopard’s skills. If they didn’t have Caraway, the kitchen’d not be a thing. Also? Rare ingredients’d be harder to come by. Julian only had so much of his money to use. He smiled more, waving a hand for Gabe’s response, “It’s my pleasure. I hope you enjoy the food.” It was cute to feel him shiver under the touch, but also the nerves down under, too, voice themselves. Was Gabe nervous, shy, or excited? It’d be rude to glean what the other wouldn’t share willingly.

“I’ve been a few times, but I’d love to get a tour from you. Maybe you can show me little nooks in the library? There’s a lot to take in, hm?” Julian smiled over to him, glad he’s adjusting well. Mageia had good people in it; he trusted them to welcome him with open arms. At least people like Ender and Asher’d help make things good. Credence, Dexter, and plenty others helped with that welcome wagon.

He guided him to the table sure enough, then pulled a chair out for Gabe to sit. The food at hand was Spanish origin: rather than a lentil soup, Julian settled on empanadas with a side of pesto, likewise leche frita as a dessert. The plates each had a serving’s worth, while the rest of the aforementioned food remained at the center of the table for seconds, thirds, and so on. When Gabe sat down, Julian ran his hand along the younger’s shoulders and went off to grab the wine glasses. He returned not long after, placing one in front of their respective plates. “I made Empanadas with a side of pesto. Dessert’s something called ‘leche frita’ which is a cooked pastry of sorts with milk and butter. Sweet, but not too much.”

-

This whole evening seemed an extravagance of kindness from a virtual stranger, and was not the sort of thing Gabriel was used to in his life. Where he came from, money equated to power, which meant expectation, none of which were generally accompanied by a soft touch. Here, they had the power in their fingertips, and while a portion of gold was included in Gabe’s welcome pack, he was sure it wasn’t exactly easy to come by. As for expectation? Well, he’d met none yet-- only open arms. Julian was a man the likes of which he’d never met, whose very presence had a magnetic pull on the newly initiated demigod. “I’m sure you’ve outdone yourself,” he said warmly.

Though he resided in House Mageia, Gabriel felt as if he had only just begun to learn its secrets. A light-hearted laugh escaped his lips. "I’m not sure I should be signing up as a tour guide quite yet.” Still, he couldn’t help but picture himself in the library with Julian on a rainy afternoon, seeing what treasures they could uncover. It was a tempting image that brought a hopeful smile to his face. “Maybe we could pick a book for one another?”

He was led to the table, surprised at the chivalry of the chair pull. Where has this camp been all my life? he thought to himself incredulously. Could all of the demigods be so impossibly charming? Then there were hands along his shoulders, and for someone who was so naturally guarded, Gabriel was surprised how welcome Julian’s hands felt upon him. He had to think about something else. “I’m glad you like the wine choice... I’ll be honest, it was a complete shot in the dark. I’m no sommelier when it comes to ambrosia wine.” By the time he finished speaking, Julian had returned to the table with glasses and plates. “This--” Gabriel gestured to the the entirety of the gorgeous meal before them, surveying it all before his eyes rose to meet his host’s. “--is amazing. Cheers,” he said thankfully as he raised his glass to the man. “To new beginnings.”

#scaledmedic #gabriel x julian

GABRIEL MONTGOMERY

PLAYLIST

#gsdrdailytask #task 002 #playlist #[headcanons]#so this was really fun and i may have gotten carried away #sorry not sorry

#reflection

GABRIEL MONTGOMERY

MOODBOARD

#gsdrdailytask #task 001 #[headcanons]#[inspiration]

kian·:

the mageia library is one of kian’s favorite places about the house. he won’t say it out loud, especially near credence (who would most likely just call him a nerd), but the rows and rows of books were soothing to look at it. the entire house usually thrummed with magic, he could feel it in his veins as if it was his own power, but the library was different.

everything in it felt enhanced, as if it was the brewing storm of power waiting to unleash itself upon them. maybe that’s the true power of knowledge.

he enters the large, doomed library and he sees the newest recruit of the mageia house. a smile plays over his lips as he slowly makes his way toward him. when he’s behind him, he whispers lowly into his ear. “what’re you reading?”

Though he’d been aware of another presence within the library, Gabriel was off in his own world, symbols on the page before him nearly glowing in his sight as he committed them to memory. Though he’d not been at camp for very long, this library had already become a bit of a sanctuary for him. He could feel a sense of magic in the air. He could also feel hot breath upon his ear, warm like the southern wind that opposed his very nature, stirring him from his trance.

The voice was newly familiar, and Gabriel recognized its owner as the one who’d shown him this library in the first place. “You know, Kian, you should really wear a bell,” he teased the son of Hecate, shrugging off his surprise. “It’s a book on runic languages. I’ve always found them fascinating. Of course, this one stands out to me at the moment.” He lifted his finger from the page and traced an outline into the air, drawing a symbol that looked like an upright Jesus fish. “Othala. For ancestry. Birthright.”

#btchcrft #gabriel x kian #mage boys ftw #would literally spend all my time in this library

julian·:

Gabe’s the latest recruit to their camp. He didn’t come with any other newbies, which differed from their past swathe of recruits. Josh was the start of the latest phase, with Ivan as the closure. Julian wasn’t put off by Gabe’s appearance in the slightest; he was the first to greet him and get to know the young man. What could he say? He was impressed. Julian had set up dinner for their latest meet, this time to better show off what the healing house offered. The trees inside slowly swayed to an invisible breeze, leaving sunset’s orange beams to bathe the underlying floor and meadow in its heat. The table’s neatly set up with the wood chairs aglow. Perfect for a natural scenery, without ‘truly’ going out.

He opened the door to a nervous Gabe, prompting a warm smile on his features and the same comfort to his eyes. “Evening, Gabe. Come on in; I have dinner in the main room. I hope you like Spanish, but I can change it up if that’s not your thing,” he stepped aside, using a hand to slide between the younger’s shoulder blades and guide him in. Noticing the wine in his hands, he grinned. Julian approved of his taste, “I can get glasses out for the wine; thanks for bringing a good choice over. I take it Mageia’s treating you well, or should I come over and remind them of what hospitality means?” He meant it in a joke, but he did give a warm smile and chuckle for his words.

It wasn’t until Gabriel was inside House Voithos that he understood how deeply Olympus inhabited this place on their simple earth. He hadn’t realized that the houses would be so unique and nearly sentient. This one looked totally different from House Mageia, and he assumed that Houses Pali and Aspida had their own unique environment as well, silently committing to scoring invites to both of the other houses as fast as he could manage. He was eager to explore all that camp had to offer, and dinner with Julian seemed like a perfect way to ease into his new life with some friendly company.

The sight of Julian immediately put him at ease, warmth radiating from him like an aura. “Thank you for having me,” he responded with his own genuine smile. Gabriel felt immediately welcome, inhaling slowly as tendrils of intoxicating scents crept out to ensnare him. “Don’t change a thing; it smells delicious.” It was all he could do not to start drooling right there. He walked inside as the hand upon his back sent a shiver down his spine and threatened to short-circuit his higher brain function. “It’s been an adjustment, for sure, but it’s starting to feel like home. I’m still getting used to all these strong energies everywhere. But the library at Mageia is like nothing I’ve ever seen before! Have you been inside?” His eyes were surely filled with wonder at the recollection.

#scaledmedic #gabriel x julian

Tap. Tap, tap. Tap. Tap. The sound of his impatient foot was all Gabriel could hear as he waited those torturous moments between the first knock and the invitation inside. He had no idea what to expect. In the normal world, maybe, but among his own kind? It was still all so new to him, and he was used to being on his own. Julian had been the first to connect with him after arriving at camp, and it felt to Gabriel as if he was being seen for who he was and all that he could be for the first time. Coming here had been the right choice. The camp, that is. This doorstep, however...

The bottle of wine he’d brought suddenly seemed heavier in his hand. He wasn’t usually this nervous before meeting up with a guy, but he’d never really been attracted to a demigod before. Even though Gabriel was only just beginning on his godly journey, Julian had treated him as an equal, as if the playing field was somehow level. It was both thrilling and petrifying simultaneously, and was why he’d accepted the offer of a more personal welcome over dinner. Finally, Gabriel heard footsteps approaching on the other side of the door. He took a deep breath, stood a little straighter, and smiled nervously in anticipation. There was no turning back now. @scaledmedic

#scaledmedic #gabriel x julian #here we go!#first post jitters be damned

sunstarkov:

#aesthetic #[inspiration]

#reflection

Gabriel Montgomery

Son of Boreas

myths tell the epic tale of gabriel montgomery, the son of boreas, who embarked on a harrowing journey to dispel the reign of chaos and evil. he was just twenty-four at the time and hailed from a place called boston, massachusetts. those who met him say he was determined, inquisitive, and kind-hearted. but those who were unfortunate enough to provoke the demigod’s ire say he was unyielding, meddlesome, and idealistic. legends say he was chaotic good and trained in the house of mageia. whether or not he fulfilled his destiny is yet to be written.

#about gabriel

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