.titania
queen of the fairies
[✦]Love is pretty scary when it's true
"The beauty of a flower is found in it's resilience."
Shuffling of boots through the cobblestone street became quieter at the sound of a body hitting the ground with a thud and low groan. A few passerby's made muttering remarks at the spectacle but none made any effort to get between the drama. The steady drizzle of rain kept the crowd to a small handful of people, most just nosy housewives balancing ornate parasols to keep their hair dry but a few were worried individuals. "Nasty little bugger!" A heavy-set man dressed in a beer stained tunic and low-hanging breeches spoke loudly for all to hear, aiming the insult at the downed individual, "Fucking got your tights in a twist and bit me." His voice petered off, examining the bleeding teeth marks on his left hand. Crimson droplets fell away into the wet stone, fading away into the water, but the vibrant crimson hair of Gabriel did not fade away. The strands clung wetly to the sides of a pale face, purple blooming along the left side of his jaw from the punch he had received.
It just wasn't his day. He wiped a soaked sleeve across his face, glancing at the blood droplets soaking into the fabric. It really wasn't his day. Normally, Gabe would enjoy ripping into the disgusting man, venom laced into every word and hot anger running through his chest but ,on this particular rainy day, he had more important places to be. His new job would be at the top of the list. He tuned out some other words the man was saying, focusing on his scattered belongings and collecting them back into his satchel. Now I'll have to spend all day drying out my research papers. Gabriel grimaced at the thought, reaching to grab a dirtied pocket watch and thrust into his inner coat pocket. Out of the corner of his eye, the burly man was starting to turn an angry shade of pink and stomping over to Gabe's fallen frame. His thick hand reached out as if to grab at the red hair and that set him off. Heat started to bubble from deep in his chest, spreading down his torso and through his limbs. It was sparks building into a torch; mismatched eyes took on a jeweled sheen, freezing the offender for a moment out of some base instinct, the animal understanding of danger.
A moment was all that was needed for Gabriel to deliver a nasty palm strike to the soft nose of the man. It was satisfying to watch the bigger person go down on the crowd, wailing about his broken nose and the pain of having cartilage shoved where it doesn't belong. It was even more satisfying to see the crowd take several steps back in alarm from him. If he saw himself in the mirror, Gabriel would also be hesitant to stay close. His breath came out in sharp misted huffs in the cold air, the heat subsiding away and leaving his pale skin shivering. The intensity of his eyes subsided, returning to their normal blue and green hue. He wasn't about to stick around any longer for a patrolman to show up so he collected his belongings swiftly -pushing roughly through the gathering crowd and jogging off to catch a carriage.
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Some time later (and an excruciating hour of motion sickness), Gabriel stumbled out of the carriage and shoved the fare into the open hand. It was an uneventful ride to say the least and once the driver caught a look at his face, there was no conversation to be had. Dusting off some dried mud from his trousers, he proceeded forward to the considerably foreboding bronze gates of the Valentine House and the wildly absurd rumors did not do the property any justice for the air of apprehension felt going up to one of the guards and procuring the letter of employment for them to verify his identity. He was ushered through, muttered lowly to hurry along and being late, and then Gabe was briskly walking down the main walkway. Being what he was, the sight of dead or decaying plants, wilting sadly where beautiful shrubbery should be placed saddened him greatly. Weeds interlined with the cobblestone layout and broken pots where a plant might have been growing added to the disdain. When was the last time a Gardener tended this place? The question lingered in his head then it was gone as he made it to the main doors.
Gabriel rubbed at his arms to warm up as best he could; his sodden clothes had barely dried during the ride and going back outside -the drizzle had stopped and left behind a light mist- only paid into the chill he felt. It would have been better to wear one of his hats or make an effort to muse his hair into some semblance of professional though at this point -trying not to make eye contact with the stern faced butler- it seemed useless.
@TheDistantRose
Shuffling of boots through the cobblestone street became quieter at the sound of a body hitting the ground with a thud and low groan. A few passerby's made muttering remarks at the spectacle but none made any effort to get between the drama. The steady drizzle of rain kept the crowd to a small handful of people, most just nosy housewives balancing ornate parasols to keep their hair dry but a few were worried individuals. "Nasty little bugger!" A heavy-set man dressed in a beer stained tunic and low-hanging breeches spoke loudly for all to hear, aiming the insult at the downed individual, "Fucking got your tights in a twist and bit me." His voice petered off, examining the bleeding teeth marks on his left hand. Crimson droplets fell away into the wet stone, fading away into the water, but the vibrant crimson hair of Gabriel did not fade away. The strands clung wetly to the sides of a pale face, purple blooming along the left side of his jaw from the punch he had received.
It just wasn't his day. He wiped a soaked sleeve across his face, glancing at the blood droplets soaking into the fabric. It really wasn't his day. Normally, Gabe would enjoy ripping into the disgusting man, venom laced into every word and hot anger running through his chest but ,on this particular rainy day, he had more important places to be. His new job would be at the top of the list. He tuned out some other words the man was saying, focusing on his scattered belongings and collecting them back into his satchel. Now I'll have to spend all day drying out my research papers. Gabriel grimaced at the thought, reaching to grab a dirtied pocket watch and thrust into his inner coat pocket. Out of the corner of his eye, the burly man was starting to turn an angry shade of pink and stomping over to Gabe's fallen frame. His thick hand reached out as if to grab at the red hair and that set him off. Heat started to bubble from deep in his chest, spreading down his torso and through his limbs. It was sparks building into a torch; mismatched eyes took on a jeweled sheen, freezing the offender for a moment out of some base instinct, the animal understanding of danger.
A moment was all that was needed for Gabriel to deliver a nasty palm strike to the soft nose of the man. It was satisfying to watch the bigger person go down on the crowd, wailing about his broken nose and the pain of having cartilage shoved where it doesn't belong. It was even more satisfying to see the crowd take several steps back in alarm from him. If he saw himself in the mirror, Gabriel would also be hesitant to stay close. His breath came out in sharp misted huffs in the cold air, the heat subsiding away and leaving his pale skin shivering. The intensity of his eyes subsided, returning to their normal blue and green hue. He wasn't about to stick around any longer for a patrolman to show up so he collected his belongings swiftly -pushing roughly through the gathering crowd and jogging off to catch a carriage.
⸺
Some time later (and an excruciating hour of motion sickness), Gabriel stumbled out of the carriage and shoved the fare into the open hand. It was an uneventful ride to say the least and once the driver caught a look at his face, there was no conversation to be had. Dusting off some dried mud from his trousers, he proceeded forward to the considerably foreboding bronze gates of the Valentine House and the wildly absurd rumors did not do the property any justice for the air of apprehension felt going up to one of the guards and procuring the letter of employment for them to verify his identity. He was ushered through, muttered lowly to hurry along and being late, and then Gabe was briskly walking down the main walkway. Being what he was, the sight of dead or decaying plants, wilting sadly where beautiful shrubbery should be placed saddened him greatly. Weeds interlined with the cobblestone layout and broken pots where a plant might have been growing added to the disdain. When was the last time a Gardener tended this place? The question lingered in his head then it was gone as he made it to the main doors.
Gabriel rubbed at his arms to warm up as best he could; his sodden clothes had barely dried during the ride and going back outside -the drizzle had stopped and left behind a light mist- only paid into the chill he felt. It would have been better to wear one of his hats or make an effort to muse his hair into some semblance of professional though at this point -trying not to make eye contact with the stern faced butler- it seemed useless.
@TheDistantRose
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