mythopoeics

The nightmares of his imprisonment didn't happen every night but when they struck, he usually found himself startled awake, teeth clenched so hard that he had given himself a headache. The once-hound did not shriek or cry out, never disturbing his family, but it took him a while to unwind his long frame from the tense position he had put himself in during his sleep. There wouldn't be anymore sleep after that.

And when he was more composed, he would descend as quietly as possible to the family room and stretch out on the sofa. Ramsey would show up and his fingers threaded through the dog's silky fur, feeling a nose nudged against his chest as worried eyes peered at him. Dogs were the best, he would tiredly think, eyes trying to focus in the darkness. By the time morning would come, he would behave as if he had gotten up early or would go out for a run to put colour in his face. To try to hide the weariness he couldn't beat.

Often on those runs his thoughts would turn darker. One day, when he was over those nightmares, he would find Reza and kill her for causing all this.

[Gabriel was in a strange place. (Mentally.) He was legally bound to War. A Horseman of the Apocalypse whom he wasn't really supposed to have any sort of interaction with until the beginning of the end. But here they all were, in the same city and perfectly aware of on another. And yet somehow, God had allowed it all. As well as for them to be married in both Zurvan and the present. As an Archangel he should have corrected the issue right away, but between the memories of Zurvan and lack of answers from Father -- Gabriel was at a loss. And possibly swayed by emotion.

He sat in front of his laptop in the middle of the living room he shared with Apollo, staring at an empty entry post. His attachment to War was a fondness and desire for the Horseman to be more. And an unnaturally strong sense of protection which some would say unnecessary as well. Arguably they had a bond that the others wouldn't understand. At the end he was to present her with a sword to carry out her purpose -- the only to have direct interaction with a Horseman. But what of War after the seals were all opened? Gabriel didn't believe in their single pre-destined purpose. Paradise was vast, infinite, and surely there was more than enough room for them when all was said and done. If marriage improved the chances of War surviving the end, then it was all worth the risk of a fall, wasn't it? They were entitled to Paradise just as well, weren't they?

Gabe worried about what his brothers would think if he expressed some of his newly developed views. He should have spoken to War about everything. And to Euterpe regarding Reid. And then to War again about Euterpe and Reid. All the angel wanted to do was talk, but only to Him. And so he was left feeling hesitant and doubtful of reaching out to others. The archangel took in a deep breath and looked around the vacant apartment, wishing Apollo were home to throw a pillow at him and distract his mind from worries. His Greek roommate had his own concerns to deal with though. Closing his laptop he decided on getting out of the house before attempting to be social.

A run to the cathedral five blocks away to clear his mind was a good idea. Only going in and praying would likely bring up more unanswered questions for the archangel.]

I've decided that I simply cannot stand Starbucks. Their coffee is overpriced, their clientele primarily hipsters or wannabe-Eurotrash, and their baked goods sub-par. So why do I find myself going there damn near daily?

Some bloody moron broke my coffee maker and I haven't had time to get a new one. Bet you can't guess what I'll be doing this weekend.

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We're good, right? You and me? Are you alright?
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I hate this time of year. I can't stand being cold. Anyway, at least it's busy for me. After a fairly sizable dry spell job wise, I've got quite a few coming up. My old man's work is throwing a fancy fundraiser and he actually seems to have decided that me being a musician isn't bad and got me hired. C'mon, god of music and medicine. Wish I could have swung towards medicine this time. Thrown the old guy a bone Masquerade themed. Gotta get a mask and a date

GABRIEL, I think we should throw a Halloween party. A Halloween extravaganza. A Halloween hoopla. I just really love Halloween guys. I don't know why. It just speaks to me. Plus the music is great and a blast to play. Much more fun than Christmas. So much easier to pretend to not be massively confused when you've got things to think about