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closed starter for @familiar-finn based on Freaky Friday: Adrasia

Roland supposed Gwyn had helped him appreciate this female form a little more and thanks to their shopping trip he had clothing that fit this body. Still, he wasn't exactly pleased about it and figured he had about a day of the spell left. At least he wasn't a fae anymore, that had been absolutely infuriating. It was much nicer to have his fangs and his usual powers back. Speaking of his fangs, given that he'd reverted back to his normal species it was some time since he'd had blood and he was hungry. No doubt there were any number of willing donors out in the chaos of the castle but he could tell that Adrasia was in his room and that seemed easier.

The vampire still didn't like that he was smaller than he was used to but he wore chunky heeled boots that he and Gwyn had purchased to give him a few extra inches. He also wore a one piece jumpsuit type idea though it had a skirt (another thing Gwyn had talked him into) with a zipper down the front that Roland left unzipped rather low to show off a generous amount of cleavage. He clicked his way across the suite to Adra's room and knocked on the door. "Do come out, mon ange. I'm finally free of that damnable fae spell and have found myself rather hungry..." Roland smirked, a little more used to his voice this way than he had been at first, and waited for the response. He had every right to barge into the angel's room if he wanted to, of course, but he tended not to. He'd given Adrasia a room for a reason, after all, and it was no doubt nice for him to have that privacy respected. "I'm still a woman, of course, for another day but nothing's ever perfect during the chaos of this time." He sighed but tried to look forward to his upcoming meal and hoped the angel would hurry.

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Gabriel sat alone at one of the many tables in the basement of Cannabites, his brow furrowed in a focused expression as he looked at his laptop screen. His look was way more casual than usual, but he was in a bar where people usually went to get high as kites, so he figured that a tie would be overdoing it.In front of him, there was an organized chaos of books—most notably the journal laid open right next to the computer, full of strange runes and alchemical symbols—and handwritten notes.

While his work at the clinic proceeded without a hitch, his time spent in Lucien’s lab was less than satisfactory. Every day, Gabriel continued presenting him with new ideas, projects, and experiment reports, but the best he could get from his father was a dismissive “it’s a start.”

Knowing his father, he realized that a response like that could have been enough for most people, but he wasn’t most people: he needed to amaze him, to sweep him off his feet if he wanted to fulfill his destiny.

The good news was he had figured out what he thought was the exact way to do it. The bad news, on the other hand, was that reaching his goal would require months—if not years—of complicated experiments, with all the legal limitations that being the son of two councilmen put on him. It didn’t matter, to him, as long as he could become the cure to the most terrible disease that ever was and that ever will be: imperfection. That night, as the main computer in Lucien’s lab went on with the excruciatingly slow sequencing of the celestial DNA he had taken from his father’s collection, he had chosen to continue his work at the bar, analyzing the preliminary results with his laptop and searching for the perfect way to enhance them with magic. He needed a break from the mostly solitary life he had led after the Valentine’s Ball, and he wasn’t one of those people that needed absolute silence to be productive. On the contrary, some of his best ideas came while he was partly distracted by something—or someone else.

As if on cue, said distraction came when an aggressively pink thing walked right past him. Gabriel couldn’t help but gawk, an eyebrow raised as he was studying the figure: the man seemed good-looking enough, even though he looked like he had hired the My Little Pony mascot as his stylist. “Monsieur, please, can I have another beer? And I’ll pay for whatever Trixie Mattel over there is having. Keep the change!” He said to the waiter closest to him while handing him some cash. His tipsy voice was not quiet enough to give him the certainty that the pink blob hadn’t heard him, but Gabriel actually didn’t really care that much, as long as he got the other’s attention. When their gazes met, Gabriel winked with a sardonic grin, waving his hand in a childish manner to invite the guy to approach him.

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