((Authors? Note: Rated MA!!! The following is Mature Content, please be advised. For timeline sake; this is the first part of Act III of ?When Worlds Collide.?))
Star Shine
Westend, early evening, today.
Since his encounter with Sid, Gabriel has kept pretty much to himself. He and his ?companion?, Rachel, have been busy setting up their new home somewhere inside Westend, close to the Dockside. Gabriel has kept himself buried for months now and has no idea what has been happening. He knows nothing of the kidnapping of Viki and he has intentionally kept his distance from the senior partners of DCH and any of the Bloods. Gabriel isn?t avoiding confrontations, he?s avoiding facing his *feelings*, something he would have preferred never to have known.
The struggle within him is fierce and crippling. Emotions were never part of the package until now. Since he is forced to feel them he has little choice but to deal with their effects but he finds himself more than a little confused. Desires, needs, wants, guilt; all collide creating chaos and confusion. And for a being older than dirt and created narrow-minded he finds it difficult to adapt. He longs for his past when everything was black and white, cut and dry; decisions were easy then and remorse wasn?t even an afterthought.
Rachel is no company at all, what with her moans and groans, her cries and whispered pleas for release. The girl would rather have died than be trapped as she is inside the corpse her body has become. If he didn?t need the assistance he would release her just to shut her up! But he has never had to deal with such trivial things such as a house, a bed and food. He needs her, he hates that he needs her but he does.
As the sun begins to set in the western sky, Gabriel steps out onto the balcony that lines the third floor of the building he has come to call his home. He looks out over the township, letting his thoughts wander as he drinks in the sights. He wouldn?t have picked Rhy?Din as his physical home. He would have preferred someplace more elegant, more high-tech but he can?t deny the beauty of the place and especially at this time of day/night. There is something comforting about dusk he finds.
Lost to his thoughts, time creeps by barely noticed. He stands like a silent sentinel, lonely and confused, with no idea how to cope.
The warm night is bathed in the light of the full moons of Rhy'Din and he remains unmoved, alone atop the third floor balcony. Gabriel lifts his head to the sky above, green eyes narrowing at the myriad of stars. He misses his home, an odd feeling in contrast to anything he's felt before. He's never really had anything to miss. Yet tonight he finds his thoughts turning from the Above, from the reason he was created towards thoughts of the Seer.
It's been months since he last saw her. He's kept his distance because of his run-in with Sid, whose scent still hangs off of him like a dark shroud, screaming what had happened. He has never known guilt like this, he doesn't even know what name to call the emotion and yet he feels as if he's betrayed so many with the one brutal yet driven act. How had it come to this? Why had it come to this? But mostly he wants to understand why he wants more.
A scent on the warm air captures his attentions, sings to him as only one ever has? She is on the wind; in the night sky. She is away from the city proper and open to his finding. Briefly he considers ignoring that call, turning away and offering her haven rather than forcing his attentions on her, but the thought is quickly overwhelmed by another, much more driving need; the need to be near her.
Star Shine
Westend, early evening, today.
Since his encounter with Sid, Gabriel has kept pretty much to himself. He and his ?companion?, Rachel, have been busy setting up their new home somewhere inside Westend, close to the Dockside. Gabriel has kept himself buried for months now and has no idea what has been happening. He knows nothing of the kidnapping of Viki and he has intentionally kept his distance from the senior partners of DCH and any of the Bloods. Gabriel isn?t avoiding confrontations, he?s avoiding facing his *feelings*, something he would have preferred never to have known.
The struggle within him is fierce and crippling. Emotions were never part of the package until now. Since he is forced to feel them he has little choice but to deal with their effects but he finds himself more than a little confused. Desires, needs, wants, guilt; all collide creating chaos and confusion. And for a being older than dirt and created narrow-minded he finds it difficult to adapt. He longs for his past when everything was black and white, cut and dry; decisions were easy then and remorse wasn?t even an afterthought.
Rachel is no company at all, what with her moans and groans, her cries and whispered pleas for release. The girl would rather have died than be trapped as she is inside the corpse her body has become. If he didn?t need the assistance he would release her just to shut her up! But he has never had to deal with such trivial things such as a house, a bed and food. He needs her, he hates that he needs her but he does.
As the sun begins to set in the western sky, Gabriel steps out onto the balcony that lines the third floor of the building he has come to call his home. He looks out over the township, letting his thoughts wander as he drinks in the sights. He wouldn?t have picked Rhy?Din as his physical home. He would have preferred someplace more elegant, more high-tech but he can?t deny the beauty of the place and especially at this time of day/night. There is something comforting about dusk he finds.
Lost to his thoughts, time creeps by barely noticed. He stands like a silent sentinel, lonely and confused, with no idea how to cope.
The warm night is bathed in the light of the full moons of Rhy'Din and he remains unmoved, alone atop the third floor balcony. Gabriel lifts his head to the sky above, green eyes narrowing at the myriad of stars. He misses his home, an odd feeling in contrast to anything he's felt before. He's never really had anything to miss. Yet tonight he finds his thoughts turning from the Above, from the reason he was created towards thoughts of the Seer.
It's been months since he last saw her. He's kept his distance because of his run-in with Sid, whose scent still hangs off of him like a dark shroud, screaming what had happened. He has never known guilt like this, he doesn't even know what name to call the emotion and yet he feels as if he's betrayed so many with the one brutal yet driven act. How had it come to this? Why had it come to this? But mostly he wants to understand why he wants more.
A scent on the warm air captures his attentions, sings to him as only one ever has? She is on the wind; in the night sky. She is away from the city proper and open to his finding. Briefly he considers ignoring that call, turning away and offering her haven rather than forcing his attentions on her, but the thought is quickly overwhelmed by another, much more driving need; the need to be near her.