63 for Ineffable bureaucracy :3
“Well, somebody’s in love.”
Gabriel frowns at the bartender’s words and glances around the establishment. Sure he can feel some love radiating from certain patrons, but nothing that particularly jumps out at him and certainly nothing which would lead an ordinary human to take notice. Typically, the statement wouldn’t give him any sort of pause, but something about tonight…
He can feel the matchbox secure where he’d put it, in his breast pocket. Every now and again its new tenant buzzes about, the vibrations against his chest feeling something like a heartbeat. (He is admittedly not entirely certain what a heartbeat is supposed to feel like, but he figures he’s probably right. He usually is, after all.)
Maybe that’s what leads him to ask, “You think so?”
This turned out way fucking longer than I anticipated LMAO. So the rest is on AO3!










