Tomorrow's Virtue

Gabe (OC) for Wishful Crossing

[yesterdayssin]

Run, Run Away

[tomorrowsvirtue]

yesterdayssin:

The scent of Gabriel alone horrified Toby but, the very moment he saw those features of his kid brother he felt something far worse than horror. He could almost smell the thick, disturbing scent of death and how he probably wasn’t long for this world.

Toby was no coward but, he had sworn to himself that he would never harm his siblings (aside from Molly, whom he no longer considered a sibling as it was.) This left him with only two options with very little time. One:) Run, as far and as fast as he can, or Two:) Stand his ground and accept his punishment. He’d been fleeing for years now – promising he would never step foot in the same area as Gabriel again. And, he had done so without fault until now. ..And it wasn’t exactly like Toby had just.. up and decided to drag Gabe here with him – this was not his fault currently. It couldn’t be..

“..Gabriel. Please, we don’t need this to end in violence.. ..I know you’re unhappy to see me but.. It’s so good to see your face..”

There was very little clarity in Gabriel’s mind in the first place, but seeing his brother and hearing his brother in addition to being able to smell his brother blinded him with rage.  He wanted to kill him so badly...to avenge everyone Tobias had wronged.

Yet still, he stopped.  His hands were curled into such tight fists that his entire body shook.  His brother’s words didn’t fully reach him, and he didn’t want them to.  The clearest part of his thoughts was the need to end Toby.  Why he was resorting to words instead of actions confused him.  Yet still, it was out of pure instinct.  “What do you expect?  An ‘I forgive you’?  I refuse.”

[yesterdayssin]

Run, Run Away

Breath firm, breath steady. Soft rises of his chest as the throttling, bubbling feeling of anxiety wormed its way through the rogue’s body. It crept to his very core and practically deprived him of oxygen upon the first inhale.

This natural instinct to fear the encroaching enemy came with the scent that trailed behind the wind. A scent that was familiar, foreboding and all too painful. It was not impervious to sight how exactly frightened the large male was, the hair on his neck sticking straight up with ears curled into the folds of white locks. Hani Island now claimed a true predator – the very person he called a brother, going so far as dubbing him an ‘Angel’. An Angel true to his nickname but now, perhaps followed by the phrasing ‘of death’. No longer, was he safe.

[tomorrowsvirtue]

((Not that long but the longest thing I’ve written in a while and Gabe is never okay so...yeah.  Readmore~))

This smell.  This overpowering smell.  He hated it.  It made him angry.

Gabriel was taken away from Lillith.  These powers that be took him away from the person he cared about most.  The one person who would never betray him…Lillith…

Now, they put him here.  They put him right next to that…that…traitor.

His body practically twitched with every thought that crossed his mind.  He needed to go home.  He needed Lillith.  But no…maybe this was a good thing.  Maybe this was a sign that he avenge his father.  A sign to take the breath away from the one who tried to take Lillith away from him.  Maybe he could finally be at peace if he just killed Tobias.

Gabriel’s body sluggishly followed the scent that was making him so angry he couldn’t think.  He just wanted Lillith.  He wanted to go home and make this all go away.  Was this the way to do it?  Make the world a better place by ridding it of his brother?

This would all end as soon as he took out Tobias, right?  He’d go home, Lillith would be there with him, and everything will go back to as normal as it could be.  Even Gabriel knew he wasn’t okay, but Lillith made it better.  He needed her.  Just like he once needed his father and the pack.  All of which were taken away from him.  All because of him.

The path was blurred, and all Gabriel could follow was this scent that only made him sick to his stomach.   It was once familiar, a reminder of safety and home...he hoped to overwrite the smell with the smell of blood.

He’d kill him.  He’d kill him.  He’d kill him.

Finally close enough to the source of the smell to attack, Gabriel lost what little grip he on himself he had left and began to run forward, screaming.  His intent was to kill Tobias with his own hands.  Running forward was Tobias’ angel of death so to speak, ready to rid him of whatever life he had.