#{gabriel 01}

[btchcrft]

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?”

[lacourdefrance]

walking up to the decadent palace, he wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. well, he knew to expect what he already knew, but that stuff he could tolerate for the sake of tolerating it. he had a part to play, as per usual. enjoy what he could enjoy and try not to get his head lopped off, that seemed simple enough. 

no, he wasn’t sure what to expect of the queen. she was the new, shiny thing in court, attracting everyone’s attention and equal scrutiny. he’d been a friend to the king for a while, their fathers were friends, their father’s fathers, so it wasn’t really a shock that he received summons, he just... christ, things really never seemed to stop. everything seemed to be running at a breakneck speed politically, socially... it was hard for gabriel to catch his breath. he exited the carriage and gave a nod to the driver and the servant holding open the door. he walked through the doors into the near-constant party that was versailles. opting to not get advice from a servant, he chose to look around for the king on his own, just so he could take in as many sights and sounds as he could. 

[wediscoverd]

Gabriel couldn’t have been more proud. He knew his sister had made the right choice, falling in love with a man like the one she married. He was a good guy, and he knew she’d be happy forever. But there was something about weddings that made Gabriel feel like utter shit. Perhaps the overarching knowledge that he’d never find someone.

Perhaps it was just him being a pessimist, but after years of being alone, it was starting to get more and more difficult to be positive. He would be thirty in just a few more years! He couldn’t help but feel like a failure. The blonde strolled about the reception, a drink in hand. 

Nephi was here out of a favor to a friend. He didn’t like weddings, despised them in fact. He was sick and tired of the inevitable petty nonsense that grew from these things. His friend was a friend of the groom, so Nephi agreed to be a plus-one. He was regretting it. Not that Nephi was normally very negative, but he just couldn’t help it. So many people to talk to, he didn’t know anything about the couple so he had nothing in common with anyone, and his friend should mingle- he let them go rather early on.

Parking himself at an empty table, he nursed his drink and watched the people around him.

[thiskryptonite]

tw: drug use // @thisthinskin

August was taking the night in strides, his clothes weren’t exactly up to par with what some people were wearing, but then again, he was pretty sure he saw more than a few people strolling in wearing a lot less than everyone else. There was a charge in the air as music hummed from within, August could feel a smile tugging at the back of his mind somewhere - a party - it was probably the exact opposite thing Trillium’s Regent had told August to do but the witch wouldn’t be content hiding under some rock. 

Besides, this was a chance to unwind. He wasn’t really sure what this Gabriel St. August was in to, but he was sure that the man he was hoping that the man he’d matched on the app with wasn’t someone who’d been quietly pining away for the perfect fit. 

August sighed. “Gabe” was late. This was bullshit, he’d already made idle chit chat with a couple people who had seen him and wondered what he was doing -but it was free if you went in together- August’s hand reached into his pocket and he pulled out the joint he’d rolled in advance of this. His date had until this was over before August was going to head in. There was no way the witch was going in sober. 

He sparked up and smiled at his good luck before he took a drag, his hand extended easily and his eyebrow quirked. “Gabe?”