#convo:gabriel

[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?”

[fayebeckett-blog1]

Faye walked into the training room with confidence on her face. She was dressed in her workout clothes and she was ready to practice her power. There were people all around the room, using their powers and exercise equipment. Faye saw people she recognized from other training sessions with her team. She walked with long strides towards a trainer who gestured towards Gabriel Rowland who she had seen around town and spoken to a few times. The blonde nodded her head at the trainer and began walking towards Gabriel and smiled at him as she tilted her head to the side. Somehow, she had forgotten about the wings on his back. “Hi! I guess we’re training together.”

@winged-gabriel

[ignatiusdubois]

Spirits of All Kinds || Gabriel & Ignatius

When: June 2000 Where: Paphos (Cyprus) - A Lively BarWith: Gabriel @regretmedicineandsmokes

Paphos. Forever beautiful, forever fertile, and forever tinged with that distinct hint of ancient power- if power was the word for it, Ignatius honestly wasn’t sure. But the city had an aura too it that tapped into his love of history and (more immediately) his love of a good party. Iggy was twenty five and fleshed doctor’d- Well, he’d not had the graduation ceremony yet but he’d passed the viva and corrections were done, so he was as good as. And such a feat demanded celebration. So, with scarcely a mention to his father, sister or dear Uncle/Lawyer, he’d booked himself first class on the soonest plane and arrived to the warm morning of Cyrus. 

And promptly headed out to the nearest bar. Of course, he’d learned some over his younger years and paced himself, plenty of good food and conversation with locals filled the day and he saw more than a few handsome men giving him the eye- this was far too beautiful a place to spend an evening in alone, after all. But it wasn’t till the evening faded to the night that fires were lit, drinks grew stronger and, best of all, live music kicked up and people began to dance. 

He’d struck lucky finding a bar throwing some kind of party- the owners birthday (and his Greek had been enough to earn him a hearty welcome inside) so he was pretty far in and had just finished spinning a beautiful young lady around in a dance before half collapsing into a stool by the bar and ordered himself another drink. His white shirt was unbuttoned enough that most of his chest was on display, the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows and the labours of the day had him coated in a slight sheen of sweat, the embodiment of unbridled party spirit if he did say so himself. Turning to the figure next to him at the bar, he offered a blinding smile and spoke in Greek, his voice just tinged with that slacked edge that spoke of decent inebriation. 

“A fine party! This- this is the reason we’re fun! Warmth, people, music, dancing-” he gestured grandly with each word, “This, is what it means to be alive! Living in the spirit of revelry!”