Who: Gabriel and Mighty Aphrodite When: Could be at any time! They're flirted enough Where: At Aphrodite's cabin (eventually? Maybe?) Rating: Um, could be high Status: Incomplete, closed
Gabriel didn't need to go to the pub to get a drink. He didn't need to go the cafe to get coffee. He didn't need to go to the restaurant to get lunch. He really never needed to leave his cabin at all. Except he really did. He needed company. His interactions weren't deep, after 2000 years of avoiding it, that sort made him uncomfortable. He was a social butterfly, gathering stories, sharing others, most of them bull. He wanted contact, attention, to laugh, to be moved. It was what other people got from a trip to the movies and he wanted it now.
He walked down the fairytale lane he had made for himself. He hoped it would deter visitors of the more unpleasant sort. So far it had worked. He felt like food, though he wasn't really hungry. He decided to take the long way, why? Because the sun felt good on the back of his neck. That was really all he needed. He stretched luxuriously, his pace lazy. As far as he knew he was alone and so, he figured, he was alone. He stopped in a clearing to stretch again, slow and long. Then it was back to walking, veering a little from left to right. On his way to get company he was happy being alone.