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Title: Construct
Characters/Pairing: Gabriel Gray
Rating: PG
Word count: 347
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: His inner worlds and living up to namesakes.
Note: Drabble for
bellonablack :) :)
I exist in a glass sphere. On the surface it has a sensible dust covering, like a Harris tweed or corduroy, with neat shiny buttons down the middle. It looks cosy, a bit dull and subdued, grey-green hues which give an overall air of normality. This is fine, this is what I want people to think because I know what's under the cover.
I'm the Sphinx, the Taj-Mahal, the Eiffel Tower and the Grand Canyon. I'm Elvis, King Kong, Lincoln and Superman. I'm a multiple number of secret special worlds trapped within my glass bubble and only I know it.
Not that I'm totally without grounding mind you. I have a business, so I do want to interact but as long as it's on my terms.
Watches are fantastic, they're so structured, systematic and logical and I can rebuild and make them better then they once were. Re-create them. Once I have succeeded I reward myself with giving the globe a shake and seeing where it takes me.
Little angel with a trumpet, shining gold but with strange dead eyes that peer out through the drifts and flurries of fake snow.
Hmm, one of mom's...
The Annunciation. I'm obsessed with that, bought numerous postcards depicting it from various artists. The Angel Gabriel. "Hail Maria!" I don't know anyone called Maria or Mary. Don't know anyone pregnant but it would make me feel complete, in a sense, to find a woman like that and tell her. Live up to my namesake. Make me feel special by association.
But sometimes the thread over the glass, the gaps through the button holes, illuminates the outside world and I know, I know that it's fake and those worlds can't really be me. It makes me feel shamed and depressed when I think on it because what else have I got? No one out there wants some boring anachronism like me or my old watches and I remain outside, trapped inside.
But I'm sure any day now something will happen, something extraordinary that will reveal the inner me for all to see.
Characters/Pairing: Gabriel Gray
Rating: PG
Word count: 347
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: His inner worlds and living up to namesakes.
Note: Drabble for
bellonablack :) :)
I exist in a glass sphere. On the surface it has a sensible dust covering, like a Harris tweed or corduroy, with neat shiny buttons down the middle. It looks cosy, a bit dull and subdued, grey-green hues which give an overall air of normality. This is fine, this is what I want people to think because I know what's under the cover.
I'm the Sphinx, the Taj-Mahal, the Eiffel Tower and the Grand Canyon. I'm Elvis, King Kong, Lincoln and Superman. I'm a multiple number of secret special worlds trapped within my glass bubble and only I know it.
Not that I'm totally without grounding mind you. I have a business, so I do want to interact but as long as it's on my terms.
Watches are fantastic, they're so structured, systematic and logical and I can rebuild and make them better then they once were. Re-create them. Once I have succeeded I reward myself with giving the globe a shake and seeing where it takes me.
Little angel with a trumpet, shining gold but with strange dead eyes that peer out through the drifts and flurries of fake snow.
Hmm, one of mom's...
The Annunciation. I'm obsessed with that, bought numerous postcards depicting it from various artists. The Angel Gabriel. "Hail Maria!" I don't know anyone called Maria or Mary. Don't know anyone pregnant but it would make me feel complete, in a sense, to find a woman like that and tell her. Live up to my namesake. Make me feel special by association.
But sometimes the thread over the glass, the gaps through the button holes, illuminates the outside world and I know, I know that it's fake and those worlds can't really be me. It makes me feel shamed and depressed when I think on it because what else have I got? No one out there wants some boring anachronism like me or my old watches and I remain outside, trapped inside.
But I'm sure any day now something will happen, something extraordinary that will reveal the inner me for all to see.