Mmmm. Smoky vanilla musk/leather/tea...
Bvlgari Black has been haunting me ever since I rediscovered it on the shelves on Sunday, so I snuck into a perfume store, sprayed some on, and skittered out while the shop attendant was surely cursing my existence. Was it worth it? Absolutely.
I blame the super sexy cloud I have been living in and the super sweet and sunny weather for this strange dream. It is probably my subconscious' way of picking at an unexplained hole in my (shared) imaginary universe. Even when I'm asleep I can't even think about it for very long. This is by no means definitive or canon, but an unlikely theory that lasted longer than most. I like to think that everyone in this universe has their own theories, each more wilder than the last. (:
Circa 2007
You weren't supposed to feed bread to ducks (in fact, you weren't supposed to feed them at all if they weren't on a farm), but that was exactly what Gabriel had been doing for the last two and a half hours. It pleased him to fancy that he had a small army of minions all vying for his love, but even duckling overlords had jobs; the chaos of a kitchen during dinner service was waiting for him now that the sun had set.
"Uh." While it was a public park and anyone could walk through it if they so wished, he could have sworn he was alone... or at least have heard someone sneak up behind him. Instead of backing away, however, Gabe was fighting the urge to step closer to the stranger. He was so dazed that he didn't even remember to use his standard 'get the fuck out of my face' glare. "Yes?"
"Just wanted to feed the lonely duckling." Gabe's head whipped around back to the pond and he immediately cringed when he heard the other chuckle. Stupid! He was about to explain - at length! - what he thought about that come-on but lost the ability to speak when he turned around again. Definitely 8+. He knew that much even when his brain couldn't even form a complete picture. Eyes. Hair (he couldn't tell what colour it was in the twilight). Hand, extended. Smirk. Was that a tattoo? Tall (but everyone was tall to him). Oh wait, lips moving. "I thought about bringing bread along, but that's a bit much to pick someone up, don't you think?"
The flash bastard didn't think he'd recover from the dizzy trance, did he? Well. Gabe took the hand and sniffed curtly. "You shouldn't feed bread to ducks."
* Not only are we not sure of the how and why, we don't even know the when.
I blame the super sexy cloud I have been living in and the super sweet and sunny weather for this strange dream. It is probably my subconscious' way of picking at an unexplained hole in my (shared) imaginary universe. Even when I'm asleep I can't even think about it for very long. This is by no means definitive or canon, but an unlikely theory that lasted longer than most. I like to think that everyone in this universe has their own theories, each more wilder than the last. (:
Circa 2007
You weren't supposed to feed bread to ducks (in fact, you weren't supposed to feed them at all if they weren't on a farm), but that was exactly what Gabriel had been doing for the last two and a half hours. It pleased him to fancy that he had a small army of minions all vying for his love, but even duckling overlords had jobs; the chaos of a kitchen during dinner service was waiting for him now that the sun had set.
"Uh." While it was a public park and anyone could walk through it if they so wished, he could have sworn he was alone... or at least have heard someone sneak up behind him. Instead of backing away, however, Gabe was fighting the urge to step closer to the stranger. He was so dazed that he didn't even remember to use his standard 'get the fuck out of my face' glare. "Yes?"
"Just wanted to feed the lonely duckling." Gabe's head whipped around back to the pond and he immediately cringed when he heard the other chuckle. Stupid! He was about to explain - at length! - what he thought about that come-on but lost the ability to speak when he turned around again. Definitely 8+. He knew that much even when his brain couldn't even form a complete picture. Eyes. Hair (he couldn't tell what colour it was in the twilight). Hand, extended. Smirk. Was that a tattoo? Tall (but everyone was tall to him). Oh wait, lips moving. "I thought about bringing bread along, but that's a bit much to pick someone up, don't you think?"
The flash bastard didn't think he'd recover from the dizzy trance, did he? Well. Gabe took the hand and sniffed curtly. "You shouldn't feed bread to ducks."
* Not only are we not sure of the how and why, we don't even know the when.