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"Well that's depressing." "But not inaccurate, I am sorry to say."
My babies and some of their more painful relationships.
Not sure what sparked the idea, but here we are. Hope you all like it! c:
For elsaletitgofree, ofpixiedust, and wolvesofthewild.
Snow. ((Whatever muses you want. And shhhh.... I know I do these every time. >.>))
Snow:Our characters in the cold together
Rowan shivered, wrapping hers arm around herself tightly. She wouldn’t say a thing though, all the cold was worth the site before them. She had always wanted to see the Northern Lights, but she was just a little too afraid to actually make the trip. But as soon as she told Gabriel, he was determined that they go, especially when he could get them there in no time at all.
When they arrived, she stared in awe. It was like nothing she had ever seen before and nothing she would ever see again. The beauty so far exceeded her expectations; it was the most breathtaking thing in the world. It even made her a little tear eyed.
She finally pulled her eyes away from the sky and looked over at Gabriel. There would never be enough words thank him enough for this, for all the trips he had taken her on. He always pulled her out of her comfort zone and into the adventures she had thought she’d only ever dream of. He was just the push she needed.
"I never would’ve come on my own. Thank you so much, Gabriel." She whispered, leaning over and kissing his cheek. That didn’t even come close to expressing the full magnitude of her gratitude, but it would have to do for now.
Healer: Your character helping my character when they are hurt. ((Idk which one of my little shits got hurt, so you can have fun with that, but they probs ran into a demon or something.))
"Gabriel, are you alright?" Rowan asked, rushing over to him, concern all over her face. "That was a stupid question, you're not alright. You look like hell, what the fuck happened to you?"
"I got in a little fight. Nothing too bad, Rowan." He answered. "And you should see the other guy, so much worse than me." He smirked.
She shook her head with a small smile. "You're full of shit." She told him as she reached out and took his hand. "Come on, let's go fix you up."
She lead him to the bathroom, which was pretty decent sized, thank God. She put the lid down on the toilet and pointed so he would sit before rummaging through the cabinets to get all their supplies.
"You don't have to do all this." He tried to argue as he sat down.
"I do though." She told him, picking up some gauze and running it under some warm water. "Just let me get the dried blood off so I can see where the bandage needs to go."
She leaned over him and gently started washing his face, getting all the dried blood off his cheeks. "At least they didn't break anything on your face. That'd be a real shame. You're awfully handsome."
He chuckled and his arm reached up to gently press his side. Yup, those ribs were definitely bruised.
"You break anything?" She asked, throwing out the gauze and going through the kit to find the bandages.
"No. At least I don't think so." He told her, watching her. "It's gonna heal in a day or two, you don't need to waste all this stuff on it."
"Do you want your face to get infected?" She asked, placing the bandage on his wound.
He sighed, finally realizing it was pointless to try and stop her.
"There all done." She said, standing up straight. "You want to spend the night? Maybe some TLC will help you heal faster." She smirked at him.
"I could spend the night." He nodded, returning her smirk.
Surprise Visit
((Words: 1,205 (Oops, it got long) Verse: Arendelle))
Morgan stood in her apartment’s kitchen. Her laptop sat on the table, Spotify blaring the top 100 out of the speakers. She had to admit, she loved technology. Seeing it come about was an upside of her curse.
She was mixing together a cake from scratch because why not? What else should a witch be doing on a Friday night? She hadn’t really come up with anything better to do and cake was delicious. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she was wearing an oversized sweater with leggings. She looked like any other college aged girl who was staying in for the weekend. Sometimes she felt like one.
There was a knock at the door and she smiled. Gabriel usually had good timing.
And She Lay Cold...
The news had come to Raphael from another angel, but he had refused to believe it. Elsa was only 26. He had been gone for a week. She couldn't be... There was no way she was dead. She was 26 and he had just seen her and she couldn't be.
He knew, of course, that the angel would never lie to him, but he immediately shipped himself off to Arendelle to visit the woman he loved in the kingdom she loved.
What he found was not what he had expected. The city was in rough shape; the signs of a battle easily recognizable to a veteran like Raphael. His heart sank, but he headed towards the castle, hoping for the best despite knowing that the worst was to come. He burst into the castle. There were so many bodies, both of the Arendelle army and of whoever had attacked the kingdom.
The battle signs lead upstairs and he headed that way. The trail was leading towards Anna's and Kristoff's room and it felt like someone had shoved a knife in his heart and twisted it. He knew what lengths Elsa would go to to protect her sister.
He burst into the room and just suddenly... stopped. A circle of ice had shot out from a center point, protecting a small area. Many of the opposing forces were dead, impaled by the ice. Somehow, one had still hit his mark. Raphael briefly noted the dead, but his eyes were fixed on Elsa's body. Anna crouched beside it, sobbing while Kristoff held her, crying as well.
The calm with which he walked over to them surprised even himself.
"Who did this?"
"Does it matter? She's dead!" Anna sobbed into Kristoff's chest, tears staining his shirt.
"The one that killed her. Is he still alive?"
Anna cried harder, but Kristoff nodded. Raphael's eyes flickered to Elsa, an arrow had pierced her heart.
"She did not deserve this." He turned and began to walk away.
"Where are you going?" Anna demanded.
"To find the one who killed her and make him wish he hadn't."
"That's not what Elsa--"
"--would have wanted. I am aware. But it is my job. She was the one good thing that I had and he took her. So I am going to do my job and I am going to enjoy it a bit more than usual and then I am going to see if I can find Elsa's heaven, even if it takes me two hundred years to find the right one."
"She loved you," Anna muttered.
He nodded, suddenly feeling the water on his cheeks from the tears he hadn't meant to shed. "I loved her as well."
He turned again, walking away. He knew that Elsa would certainly not approve of his choices and he thought a brief apology before he vanished, to exact vengeance.
I'm sorry, little one.
“Get up,” a voice firmly said, before something soft fell on top of Gabriel. He opened his eyes to see Raphael standing in the doorway, arms crossed. A pair of clean pants and a t-shirt now lie on his bed. He glanced at the clock. It was six pm. He closed his eyes.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“What if I do not care?”
He sighed and opened his eyes to look at his brother. “Why am I getting up?”
“We are going out.”
“Why?” He frowned before Raphael could answer. “Fuck me. The angels are already talking?”
“You have not left your apartment in days, except to go see a mortal,” Raphael replied with a nod. “The universe feels off without you whoring about.”
“So what exactly was your plan?”
“Go to a bar. Get you drunk. Watch you leave with a stranger. Go back to work.”
“Awww. You were going to take me to a bar? How thoughtful,” he said, smiling before shaking his head. “I don’t want to go. I’m going back to sleep because I don’t have work for two more hours.”
“Gabriel…”
He sighed but sat up. He could hear the genuine concern in his little brother’s voice and that meant they needed to talk.
“You don’t have to worry. I’ll be fine.”
“You’ve not been yourself as of late. You’ve caused less chaos and you have not been um… sleeping around--”
“Dude, you really need to hang around humans more.”
He shrugged. “I don’t like humans. But it would seem that you do. At least a human.”
“He’s not technically a human.”
“Mortal, then. Fine. Nonetheless… are you sure you know what you’re getting into?”
Gabriel considered shrugging it off, but this was Raphael. Their relationship was strange, but it was honest. “Nope. Not a clue. He’s a bloody werewolf, too, so that makes him a little less fragile but puts him in harm’s way much more frequently than I would like, but… and I really mean this in the nicest possible way, I’m not you, man. My curse isn’t anger.”
“You are right. But your curse is your inability to settle down. You will panic and you will run off.”
He sighed. “I know.”
“But?”
“But I don’t want to go anywhere. I’m already attached, which might have been a mistake, but it’s too late to change now. Man, how did you do it?”
He gave a bitter laugh in response. “If you’ll recall, I failed to maintain that relationship successfully.”
Gabriel grimaced. “Right. Sorry.”
“Does he make you happy?”
“Well, yeah. I enjoy his company.”
“Can you imagine life without him?”
He frowned. “Yes. But it sounds shitty.”
“Ah, but that is where you and I differ. I could not imagine my life without her around and it was my mistake. You will be fine, Gabriel. Just do not forget to do your job in your spare time.”
He smiled. “Thanks, little brother.”
“No problem. Would you still like to go out? I have the evening off.”
“Fine. But know that I’m putting pants on for you and feel loved.”
Raphael smiled. “Of course. Pants are the ultimate symbol of love.”
Gabriel rolled his eyes. “I liked you better when you didn’t have a sense of humor.”
