Quite Me
Leave a “Quiet Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]
Indecision was clear as day in Gabriel’s eyes. He had to make a choice, demons, or humanity. There had been an opening in the fence, and it had been Josephine’s job to occupy Gabriel while the others escaped. The angel turned demon was not one to be tricked, and soon after Jo attempted to occupy him, alarm bells rang off in his head.
Now he was standing, watching as freed prisoners ran on the other side of the fence towards their freedom. If he stayed quiet--they would be free. Yet, what would happen to him? All of his choice up until now had been made based off of who was the winning side. Humans, with their foolhardy plans and limitless hope, were they truly the side that would prevail in the end? Gabriel wasn’t convinced.
Jo, on the other hand, was watching him nervously. She had failed her job, her one moment at self sacrifice. Gabriel had found out.
“Don’t do this,” Josephine said, her arm tugging on his as she tried to pull him away from the fence.
“So clever of you, Josephine, using my attachment for you against me. But I think you were mistaken in just how attached I had become.”
Gabriel’s voice sounded far off, distant, but he had made his choice. And Josephine had made hers.
Before he could turn to fly off and tell the others, Jo grabbed the nearest rock and slammed it against his head. A few tears leaked from her eyes as, for the moment at least, they were saved. He would not talk to a single soul, not for a moment at least. Maybe that was the difference between freedom and shackles. Still--Jo was not without regret at her decision, but she knew she would have surprise on her side.
Gabriel’s dazed body lay on the ground as Jo herself slipped through the fence, her body visibly shaking as she prayed to the nonexistent God that she might survive this yet.












