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Prompt - 6/3/19

Write a piece in which opposites collide.

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Planned in Advance

Percy: And now that you have that information you...?

Harry: Act. Immediately.

Percy: ...

Harry: ...

Percy: Where in your process is the planning stage?

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When opposites collide | Astaroth & Gabriel

There was no sign of his brother in the front of house, and if he was honest, Astaroth was starting to feel himself slipping a little. There was too much noise, all the chatter, humans, talking about insignificant things they should learn to keep their mouths shut about. That grating noise as the ball rolled around the roulette wheel, the constant yells and screams of those that won. Were these people stupid, the only person that won in 'Snake Eyes' was Mammon.

Still, when he was bored, he could see the appeal. Normally he would just pick a seat and watch the humans, the fallen, even the occasional angel, all placing their bets and trying their luck. He rarely made a gamble himself, as with most things, Astaroth only gambled to be social. He was a social smoker, a social talker, a social music goer, and a social gamble. But despite knowing quite a lot about music, literature, even gambling, seen as it was just simple mathematics, he preferred to simply sit there and observe, quietly.

If he'd of found his brother, than it would of been a different story entirely, he knew Mammon, and the other Prince would be getting him drunk by now, he would be dragging him out of the chair, and Astaroth would go willingly, hell, he would probably pounce on his brother simply because he enjoyed his company. But today, he was alone. He probably should of asked if Mammon was there before he entered, but talking to those humans his brother let guard his doors, was not Astaroth's cup of tea, and if Mammon was busy, then he would just have to deal with it.

There was just one problem, he didn't deal with it well. His fingers were tapping on the arms of his chair, nails scraping at the leather gently, his skin felt itchy, like he was about to crawl out of it, withdrawn from company and contact. The Prince wasn't stupid, he knew it was all in his head, but that didn't stop him from lifting a hand to scratch at his shoulder, his head.

Snapping, he could feel himself slowly snapping, like a wind up toy that was about to release and do what it was made to do, only Astaroth was made to punish, and he knew his brother wouldn't appreciate bloodshed in his establishment.

Pushing himself up without looking, he practically threw himself at the bar, in fact, he might of evaporated, he definitely felt a small head rush, but when he felt like this, like his head was swimming, he didn't often have as much control over his powers as he should have, and his memory wasn't exactly perfect. He didn't remember how he got to the bar, but he was there and that was all he needed "Scotch, full, no ice." he demanded, his tone harsh and unyielding, a slight growl in it as his eyes narrowed at the female behind the bar. Was she human? His head was swimming too much, he couldn't tell, he couldn't... he couldn't think. Astaroth found himself blinking, trying to focus, to stay where he was.

"Now!" his fist, balled up and violent, hit the bar and he realized he was trembling. Swallowing his hands came to his head, trying to force the noises out of it, to pull himself back, and as he heard the drink being poured, he laughed, he didn't know why, or when he started, but he was laughing.