#virus plot

[gabriel-enchanted-blog]

@averynye​

Gabriel’d taken to checking the Lake a few times during his daily search just in case Willow was there with news. Granted, he was equally afraid to see her and not see her. The last thing Gabriel wanted to hear was that his brother was hurt and locked up at the GRF, but the not knowing was killing him. His stomach was permanently knotted but he did try to rest every few hours, trying to take care to not run himself into the ground and lose the magick he’d just gotten back.

It wasn’t easy.

His hopes rose when he caught a glimpse of a figure between the trees and hurried his pace, but where he’d expected a flash of gold, it was red when he skidded out of the forest. Ah. Fuck. Worse, it was a red that belonged to a face he didn’t recognize. Shit. Shit. Shit. How many redheads did the forest house? 

“Sorry. Hi.” 

Gabe thought about playing it off as a ‘just passing through thing’ but maybe there was a chance the stranger had seen or heard something about Micah. So he took the chance to stoop by the water and refill his water bottle wishing that somehow all of his unplanned for encounters lately had given him some kind of small talk skills. 

“You hangin’ in there?” That was a fair thing to ask, right? Since chances were by now they had the virus too and if not, well, conversation opener. A+ Gabe. You were social today. 

[gabriel-enchanted-blog]

@sunyri

It took three days of Gabriel excelling at the annoying little brother label to finally get out of the house. His immune system was shit and his impatience never helped matters but regardless of how many times Micah pointed it out to him, it was a lesson he had no interest in learning. So eventually he wore Micah down enough to let him at least go lay in the hammock and feel the sunshine again. It still wasn’t...right, but it was better than the gloomy confines of Sabine’s house.

Which maybe was a lil harsh. They were all lost without their magick. It was just the reminders in the form of withering plants and cautious manual watering of others didn’t really do a whole lot to disperse the heaviness. At least outside, he could close his eyes and pretend he still felt magick everywhere as the wind blew his hair around and his skin warmed from sun rays. 

it was peaceful for an hour or so and then he heard a twig snap. Adrenaline snapped his eyes open, and instinct had him reaching for invisibility and offensive magick, before remembering and dully wrapping his fingers around the concealed knife instead. Concentrating on breathing slowly and steadily to keep his heart slow and steady, he tracked the noise, body readying as the person got closer. His first thought was maybe Anthony tracked him, or Willow, and he was tempted to loosen his grip before he accidentally stabbed an ally but the figure that broke through the brush wasn’t someone he’d seen before and so he carefully readied his exit out of the blankets just in case and called down a mock casual. “Can I help you?”