#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?”

[replacementdream]

“Wooow...”

“You, are super shiny,” she could see her reflection in the stranger’s armour as she approached, causing Bee to lift up a hand and wave at herself as she smiled. This guy was preeetty tall-- she had to crane her neck back to look up at him, but even then, she couldn’t see his face! “Don’t tell me-- are you.. a knight? A prince? You must come from a pretty cool planet..! Or maybe a storybook..?” a storybook planet? Well, if there was a video game planet, maybe one of those existed, too.

                                            –      ( ❀; @light-imperfected​​​​​ ​​​​​​ )

[coachdavis]

location: gabriel’s house availability: closed || @gabrielknox​

A year ago, he almost lost his cousin and arguably one of his closest friends. Family meant quite a bit to Owen. They were the ones that stuck by even when things got rough or the person was going through a rough phase. Gabe was going through two things that Owen had already been through. Unfortunately, his cousin was going through both of them at the same time. Something he could not quite imagine, not together, but he did know what it was like to learn how to walk again and he still sometimes struggled with the loss of his wife. Everyone dealt with things differently. No one should have to go through it alone, though. That is why Owen did his best to be there and accessible as much as possible. Hopefully without pissing him off or annoying him to the point of no return.

"I think this is try number," he ticked on his fingers while his other hand stirred the pot of simmering tomato sauce. “Six or seven, I can't remember. But I swear this is goin' to be it, Big G." He chuckled and glanced over quick. Their grandma's spaghetti was arguably the best in the world and a staple comfort meal. Sadly, she didn't share the recipe with anyone else and Owen had decided to make it his personal mission to figure it out. Not only for him and Gabe, but for their children as well. He didn't even ask if Gabriel even like the meal. It was something to keep him from fussing over him like a mother. "So, uh," he started the pot of water and turned the sauce to low. "How's the leg doin'? Pain any better?" Owen took a quick seat at the table, a brow rising to scan him over.

[cbyrde]

@ofpalaces

“you’re late.” chelsea shoved an itinerary at his chest without ceremony or emotion, save minor annoyance. “you can give this to alejandro after you help me finish a seating chart. your country’s a fucking headache.”