Behind the Scenes || Gabriel & Sybil
Gabriel blushed, trying not to trample through the crowd after her, rather slipping past the masses of people until, in what seemed to pass in no time whatsoever, he was seated once more by her dressing table. He struggled to take it all it; there were so many details to catch, little things that were either as he imagined or completely not. It was a dream to be here, just as much as it was a bit of an awkward situation. Gabriel had not the slightest idea of how to behave himself in this place, of what he might say if someone else came up, what to do.
“A costume?” he repeated at the suggestion that, admittedly, had never even entered his mind as a possibility; he’d never even worn a proper costume, as a matter of fact, not beyond anything he may have created as a child for his games. These days, staying warm was somewhat presentable was more a concern in his own shows than being particularly fancy. It was simply a matter of lacking means.
“I suppose that could be fun, yes.” Gabriel answered after a tentative moment of thought. His reluctance was more because of the fact that he feared breaking something; looking a complete fool didn’t even bother to cross his mind.
“Wonderful!” Sybil proclaimed, rising to her feet once she had dressed herself properly. Turning a scrutinizing eye upon Gabriel, she immediately began to concoct just the right outfit for him to wear.
“Hm, now that to put you in,” she thought aloud, a smirk spread wide across her face. In an instant, an idea had struck the actress, and soon she was forcing Gabriel to stand once more.
“You got a thin, handsome face. You’d make a fine nobleman, or a King mayhaps!” she said excitedly. “I’m not sure how well the costumes we have will fit you, but at the very least, you can walk around with a crown for a little while.”
The actress seemed almost more excited than her friend. Taking his hand in hers, she pushed her way through the crowd to find the room where the Gyld’s costumes were stored. There were rows and rows of them, every color imaginable rolling out before them, but Sybil knew precisely where to go.
It was a brief scuffle with fabric before Sybil was presenting Gabriel with the flowing cape and crown they’d used for several plays. “This will do well for now, right?” she said, smiling. “Here, go ahead and put it on. Or would like me to assist you?”










