#c:averynye

[gabriel-enchanted-blog]

@averynye​

Gabriel had cleared out a patch just south of the fae’s gardens to start cultivating some things he felt they were sorely lacking. Avery, in particular, needed at least the basics of a magickal first-aid kit. But he found he couldn’t sit still for long and eventually got fed up with himself and went up to the fae’s rooms, hoping he’d be home, and doubly hoping that he’d have something for the two of them to do before Gabriel quite literally buzzed out of his own skin.

In any event, he did have several now-dried important plants in hand as he knocked and waited for the ok to come in. “Hey lovely.” he greeted quietly once he walked in before holding up the box with small jars inside it. “I labelled them for what they do, and whether they’re better as a tea or paste so for anything minor, you should be covered now. Also, please tell me you have the afternoon off because I’m in the mood to do something but not alone and I haven’t seen you in awhile so...feel like being kidnapped?”

That was a whole lot of words all at once, especially for him, but Avery tended to bring that out in him so he just shrugged with slightly pink cheeks and waited for him to laugh and then hopefully agree. “We could do weapons training?” He bribed. “Or just walk. I’m gonna guess you’re not much of a runner. But if I’m wrong, that too. Please make me stop talking.”

[gabriel-enchanted-blog]

@averynye

How many different ways can a heart break? Gabriel thought he knew heartbreak, thought he knew pain, but he’d been wrong. His first instinct was to go to the lake but the lake meant company and small talk and pretending like his whole life hadn’t just gone up in flames because of his misstep. So he headed south of the forts, figuring in the deep forest there would lie his best chance at finding some privacy to lick his wounds, organize his thoughts, and plan out what the actual hell he was going to do now.

When he’d first arrived to the small clearing that’d called his name, he’d been burning with white hot rage, wild and undirected, but he could never bring himself to take it out on Nature, not even when he knew he could heal the hurt he caused. So he cast a small protection circle, designed to dispel unwanted harm (or guests) and mumbled a temporary invisibility illusion before kneeling. His magick was crackling, infused with the wild unpredictably of his emotions thus rather unsafe. So he buried his hands into the soil, reached for the core of earth magick that lurked deep and then quietly suffocated his rage until he was left burnt from the inside out, heart and mind hollowed out, and his magick solidly grounded again. 

Gabriel lost track of time, staring at nothing, until he got the sense he was being watched. It took a few efforts to rouse himself and pull his hands back from soil and only then did he turn, trying to locate the stare and realized enough time must have gone by to make him visible again. It took a moment to place the face and a ghost of something resembling a smile pulled at his lips briefly. “Look, you didn’t perish after all. Guess it was the other thermos that had the poison.” Settling his hands in his lap, he thought about leaving the circle in tact, but he’d been discovered here. He’d have to make his excuses and travel deeper into the woods. It’d just...it’d just be a moment. A heaviness he’d never quite experience had taken up residence where the rage used to be and the idea of moving at all seemed nearly impossible. Though he did take preventative measures to very very tightly lock the secrets he now carried before uncasting the protective circle and moving to properly face the fae. 

[gabriel-enchanted-blog]

@averynye​

Gabriel’d taken to checking the Lake a few times during his daily search just in case Willow was there with news. Granted, he was equally afraid to see her and not see her. The last thing Gabriel wanted to hear was that his brother was hurt and locked up at the GRF, but the not knowing was killing him. His stomach was permanently knotted but he did try to rest every few hours, trying to take care to not run himself into the ground and lose the magick he’d just gotten back.

It wasn’t easy.

His hopes rose when he caught a glimpse of a figure between the trees and hurried his pace, but where he’d expected a flash of gold, it was red when he skidded out of the forest. Ah. Fuck. Worse, it was a red that belonged to a face he didn’t recognize. Shit. Shit. Shit. How many redheads did the forest house? 

“Sorry. Hi.” 

Gabe thought about playing it off as a ‘just passing through thing’ but maybe there was a chance the stranger had seen or heard something about Micah. So he took the chance to stoop by the water and refill his water bottle wishing that somehow all of his unplanned for encounters lately had given him some kind of small talk skills. 

“You hangin’ in there?” That was a fair thing to ask, right? Since chances were by now they had the virus too and if not, well, conversation opener. A+ Gabe. You were social today.