#with gabe

[s0litair3]

[dontcallmeeduaphora-blog]

Have you ever felt giving Gabe another chance?

No.

But I guess I could.

[carolinatanner]

“Come on Gabe! Let’s dance!” Caro said with a grin, already standing up from the table they were at. Taking his hand, she tried her best to push him on his feet as well. “Don’t make me regret coming with you, or I’ll find some other dance partner, and you can find a new roomie!”

@weregabe

[artisticdagger]

I looked up Poses on Google and drew the first one that came up.

[tthedreamcarrier-archive-blog]

The Joy Found Underneath Flesh

relentlesswrath

Save for the voices strung in her matted hair, the woman heard nothing else. A silent land. A deafening silhouette of buildings. Standing in the open with toes gripping the moist earth, her lungs battered by the wind famished bones cannot repel, the woman didn't like it.

Seek the reason as to why the dead have regained partial life. I thought I was supposed to-- You suppose nothing, insolent peasant. Now go forth and bring the dead back to me. Yes, your highness, I'll--

Gabe turned. What was it? Tapping. Clicking. She strained her ears, tightening her grip on her dripping knife. Oh. Them. They were coming. The first was always the polite one, condescending as he was. And then. And then, and then, and then--the woman gritted her teeth and walked on, bloodshot eyes darting to and fro, praying that she would never see the zombies' master.

   Milady, what in heavens'    name are you wearing?    You're a disgrace. Do    change immediately.                        Stupid woman can't change.                        Can't you see her worthlessness                        practically--       Stupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupid.                        --in her face? Can't you smell it?   Milady, I do suggest   for you to change into   something more presen-   -table. Are you not to   be in the presence of--              Going to hell. Going to hell and staying there, I say. Ain't she walking               straight to 'nother demon?       Worthlessworthlessworthless. Stupidstupidstupid.                                            Shh. Quiet, all of you. She's about to find                                            something. Go on, dear, take a deep breath                                            and--       Die. Worthless. Stupidstupidstupidstu--

Gabe gasped. She remembered. Pushing the voices, pleading with them to please, please be quiet for a brief moment, she remembered. There was help. "Cat?"

A grin appeared.

She felt a shiver penetrate her mud-stained skin.

   Milady, may I recommend    a dress to salvage your    hideous face--                                            Don't listen to him, dear. Do what you like.       Worth--

"Sir!" Gabe interrupted. "...sir? ... ma'am... Boss? Boss Cat?"

Shimmering, shivering, the grin grew, spreading in every direction till fangs dissipated into gray fur. Then blue. Then striped ears, torso, limbs, and tail. Of the most turquoise eyes blinked once, twice before it gave way to a purr. "Cheshire Cat, my dear new something. Are you here to see the madness of this reality?"

Furrowed eyebrows answered the Cheshire Cat.

The floating feline twisted and slipped into the shadows between two buildings. When its tail disappeared, Gabe heard the grinning words. "My dear Eris, there is a something that may be called a 'visitor' if your perspective and my perspective share the same definition of 'visitor.' If your perspective do not, then you may call the new something as an 'intruder.'"

"I-I'm not," Gabe started, running after the Cat. But all words fell, unspoken, over her bare and bloodied feet, for the goddess she was ordered to meet was before her.

That immaculate white skin was the first to capture her, leaving her breathless. As if the white did not allow even life itself to mar it, so white it was that it brought Gabe to her first meeting with falling snow, the goddess was untouchable. The whispers of the sinful night left their kisses on Gabe's arms, and fear enclosed in cold sweat pasted hair against the neck and back, but there stood the goddess, pure. Divine, beautiful, great. It was suffocating.

             Going to hell, I say. Going to die, going to hell, going to              disappear forever.       Stupidstupidstupidstupid. Diediediediediediedead.

She couldn't argue against them. How was she to convince such power to cease from raising the dead?

[baileysuniverse]

Really I just wanna go skinny dipping in a hot spring

[nmohler]