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Sick of me yet? Don't answer that. XD
Anyway. Here we have...an AIMlog of a Hades and an archangel. In which the latter breaks down and the former is far sweeter than should be legal. Fun stuff.
Phlegethon: *is... somewhere, yes, curled up in a corner, as stated, trying not to move*
Gabriel: *is...looking for him, actually, after Mephistopheles walked out -- * *sees him and bites his lip, heading over cautiously* ...Phlegethon?
Phlegethon: *opens his eyes, looks up, and smiles* There you are, angel. *is clutching at his side wound with his good hand, but has been doing it for so long he doesn't really notice he is at all anymore*
Gabriel: *would usually at least attempt a smile, but...honestly can't bring himself to even try to look anything but absolutely miserable* *kneels down next to him and pulls the hand away from the wound gently* Here...*touches a finger to the wound and makes with the healinghealingrevolution*
Phlegethon: *healed! --just that wound, or all of it?* *in any case--* You are useful. Thank you. *studies him thoughtfully* To be frank, angel, you look like someone just drowned your kitten.
Gabriel: *all of it save his hand, say, which he hasn't seen yet* You're welcome. *brief, hollow laugh* I hardly expect to look well.
Phlegethon: *that works -- he probably isn't going to bring up the hand, though* ... *frowns in concern* What's wrong? *for some reason, Doesn't Get It*
Gabriel: *sighs, looking away* *and...will apparently say this in the most straightforward blunt way possible, the same way he told Meph* I told Mephistopheles I didn't want to see him for a few days.
Phlegethon: ...Oh. *pauses and very carefully moves his hand away from his side, more as a distraction than anything* I'm -- I'm sorry. *Gabriel? you're contagious. now he's blaming this on himself*
Gabriel: It...*pause* ...I don't blame you for it. *notices the hand and looks alarmed* Your -- your hand, it...*takes it, as gently as possible, and...heals, with the bone regrowth and whatnot, which probably isn't too nice even with angelpowers*
Phlegethon: I can continue to blame myself, either way. *closes his eyes and bites his lip against the pain, talking to distract himself* Yes, he was rather vicious about it. Cannibalism, the works. ...Thank you.
Gabriel: *winces* *doesn't let go of the hand right away, though it's more from just not noticing he's still holding it* ...What did he do, exactly? Aside from...what I've seen.
Phlegethon: *well, isn't exactly about to point it out* *shrugs slightly* Chains. Acid. He looks to be even more fond of scalpels than I am. *sighs quietly* Turnabout is fair play.
Gabriel: *shudders* It isn't. At all. I'll make sure he doesn't come near you again.
Phlegethon: I deserved it. It hurt like hell, but I deserved it. *smiles faintly* Thank you, though.
Gabriel: *shakes his head* He shouldn't have done it. He had no right.
Phlegethon: *flatly* He had every right. I hurt you, he hurt me. We're even.
Gabriel: -No-. *a little more vehemently than he probably should, but control is really slipping away here* I didn't -want- him to hurt you.
Phlegethon: *pauses, arching an eyebrow at him* Forgive my bluntness, but -- why -not-? Look at what I did to you. And... now, I'm only causing more problems.
Gabriel: It's...it doesn't -matter-. I...if you want forgiveness, I'll give that. It doesn't matter. You're able to love. You're able to...show some sort of emotion. You aren't who I thought you were, and while I hardly mourned the death of who you were, I don't want who you -are- hurt. *voice growing less and less steady, and may in fact be trembling from the force of not breaking down*
Phlegethon: I don't... know if I deserve forgiveness, but, God, I want it. It was never that I didn't feel, it was -- and is -- that I couldn't show it. I'm much more afraid of emotion than I tell anyone, even myself. *takes a breath and touches Gabriel's shoulder with his free hand* ...angel. Are you -- *just stops there*
Gabriel: *looks right at Phlegethon, as steadily as he can manage under the circumstances* *quietly* Then you have it. Forgiveness. For...everything. *tilts head slightly* Am I...?
Phlegethon: ... *again with that "floored" thing* *softly, but he means it, possibly more than he ever has before* ...Thank you. *shrugs slightly, looking concerned again* You're shaking.
Gabriel: *very, very faint hint of a smile -- hardly visible, but it's something* *and then...sighs heavily and closes his eyes* I...*...and that's all he can manage, apparently, before he starts shaking again*
Phlegethon: *looks very concerned now, and bites his lip absently* ...Angel...? You... what?
Gabriel: I...*pause while he tries to pull himself together enough to look Phlegethon in the eye* *solemnly* ...I think I need to fall apart right now. Can you...
Phlegethon: *flinches slightly, but nods* ...Whatever you need. I owe you that much.
Gabriel: ...Thank you. *barely manages to get that much out before letting out a choked noise and more or less collapsing onto Phlegethon, burying his face into his shoulder and sobbing*
Phlegethon: It's -- you... deserve it. You're welcome. *just hugs him tightly, closing his eyes* I'm sorry, angel. I -- didn't mean for this.
Gabriel: *clings to Phlegethon's shirt and...yes, this is more or less Gabriel falling to pieces* *manages to choke out* N-no, it -- not you, I...I just d-don't know h-how he c-could do this...*sobbing, yes*
Phlegethon: *is not really equipped to handle this, but -- well, holds him, looking rather a lot worried out of his mind* He wanted to help, you know. He is a demon. I -- I believe he thought it was the right thing to do. To avenge you.
Gabriel: *sobbing may intensify a bit at this* A d-demon...he...he can't...and -I- can't...and...I c-can't trust him to p-put that aside for me...and...I can't -trust-... *...and back to wordless sobbing for now*
Phlegethon: *holds him a bit more tightly, if such things are possible -- and really, wants to stroke his hair or brush his tears away or something, but -- that would be bad form* ...I'm sorry. I don't... know how to make anything better, but -- I'm sorry.
Gabriel: *...at this point? would actually appreciate it, and the whole reason he wanted to see Phlegethon was because he needed someone he could trust to love him, and...right* *shakes his head* Not you -- it's...it helps, just...*and back to clinging and sobbing too much to speak*
Phlegethon: *...doesn't know that, and really doesn't want to ruin things as they are right now* I can still apologize. This is -- my fault, isn't it? *yes. Gabs is teh contagious*
Gabriel: *...true* *shakes his head vehemently, as really really can't manage to speak*
Phlegethon: *shakes his head in return, but doesn't have any real desire to argue this* *and so, just -- holds him, and will continue to do so for as long as it takes*
Gabriel: *eventually...probably -considerably- later, manages to calm down, breathing as evenly as possible despite the lackofnecessity* *keeps his head buried in Phlegethon's shoulder and murmurs* Thank you.
Phlegethon: You're welcome. Of course you're welcome. *smiles very slightly, although Gabriel won't see it, before returning to just looking worried* Will you be all right?
Gabriel: ...*sighs* ...I...don't know. I hope so. I truly do. *shudders again* I...*suddenly looks up at Phlegethon, eyes wide* ...do you think I did the right thing?
Phlegethon: That'll do, angel. *looks at him for a moment for answering* ...The right thing? In my honest opinion? Yes. You seem to be frustratingly good at that, anyway.
Gabriel: *the degree to which that makes him relax is really rather sad* ...Oh. Oh. -Good.- I...I just...don't want to...*sighs, closing his eyes again*
Phlegethon: *awwwwwGabs -- typist. mostly.* *carefully, as delicately as he can* You... don't want to what?
Gabriel: *barely audibly* ...I never wanted to hurt anyone. But...I have. I've hurt you both. And...I'm sorry.
Phlegethon: ...None of it is your fault. None of it. You're allowed to be upset, but don't blame yourself. It's about intention. You didn't mean to hurt anyone.
Gabriel: The road to hell is paved with good intentions. And...I'm doing it again. *sighs* You're...I don't deserve this.
Phlegethon: And frozen traveling salesmen. You're -- look. Angel. I don't blame you and you shouldn't, either. *quirks an eyebrow* I may be biased, but you deserve far better than this.
Gabriel: I...Mephistopheles just...*gestures vaguely to encompass it*...and you're still...you're still...*searches for the right word, voice dropping*...you're still -here-.
Phlegethon: *...sighs quietly* I don't know where else to be. Who would I be to leave you alone at -- a time like this? *again with that very slight, fleeting smile* There is literally nowhere else I would rather be.
Gabriel: *something shifts, just slightly, in his expression at that* ...Thank you. -Thank you.- I just...I...*breaks off, studying him, then, with an air of decisiveness, leans forward and kisses him*
Phlegethon: I -- *undeniably very startled -- freezes for a moment, then, of course, kisses back, as gently as he can manage with the shock of it (which is something like "holycrapomgGabrielkissedmeomg")*
Gabriel: *just...kisses for some time, and pulls away slowly, not quite looking at him* ...I'm sorry. I just...
Phlegethon: *takes a deep breath* ...This time, I really don't know what you're apologizing for.
Gabriel: For -- if I -- took you by surprise or anything. *...flushes faintly* I...I needed...*voice drops* ...something to hold on to.
Phlegethon: *shakes his head after a moment* I'm... not going to pretend I didn't -- I haven't... wanted that. *watches him* ...You can hold onto me all you like. I'll be here.
Gabriel: *may be doing the whole closetotears trembling thing again* I...to have that, especially now, I...-thank you-. *pause* Would you mind if I...I...if I just...*closes his eyes* ...Stayed here? ...I don't want to be alone now.
Phlegethon: *smiles again, crookedly, and it's more bittersweet than anything* ...Of course I wouldn't mind. How could I? Take as long as you need.
Gabriel: *agsjfgdf -- ...typist.* ...I'll be saying this...probably too much, I know, but...thank you. I mean it, I...truly do. *gives a faint, crooked smile in return and kisses his cheek before curling up against him again, closing his eyes*
Phlegethon: *fjlkfa agreed -- er, also the typist. mostly.* ...I'm all right with that, really. You're the first to say it to me. Well -- the first to say it to, knowing me as I really am. *watches him, well, affectionately is the only word for it* And you are welcome. I mean that, too.
Gabriel: *sljghdgkdj -- typist. yes.* *faint smile, relaxing* Good. *and...this is not falling asleep, but it's something of a release of consciousness so as to not have to -think- for a while. but for all intents and purposes, he's more or less falling asleep on Phlegethon.*
Phlegethon: *smiles, too, and closes his eyes, leaning back against the wall to try and get some sleep himself -- whether or not this will work is anyone's guess, but he's not moving as long as Gabriel is there*
Anyway. Here we have...an AIMlog of a Hades and an archangel. In which the latter breaks down and the former is far sweeter than should be legal. Fun stuff.
Phlegethon: *is... somewhere, yes, curled up in a corner, as stated, trying not to move*
Gabriel: *is...looking for him, actually, after Mephistopheles walked out -- * *sees him and bites his lip, heading over cautiously* ...Phlegethon?
Phlegethon: *opens his eyes, looks up, and smiles* There you are, angel. *is clutching at his side wound with his good hand, but has been doing it for so long he doesn't really notice he is at all anymore*
Gabriel: *would usually at least attempt a smile, but...honestly can't bring himself to even try to look anything but absolutely miserable* *kneels down next to him and pulls the hand away from the wound gently* Here...*touches a finger to the wound and makes with the healinghealingrevolution*
Phlegethon: *healed! --just that wound, or all of it?* *in any case--* You are useful. Thank you. *studies him thoughtfully* To be frank, angel, you look like someone just drowned your kitten.
Gabriel: *all of it save his hand, say, which he hasn't seen yet* You're welcome. *brief, hollow laugh* I hardly expect to look well.
Phlegethon: *that works -- he probably isn't going to bring up the hand, though* ... *frowns in concern* What's wrong? *for some reason, Doesn't Get It*
Gabriel: *sighs, looking away* *and...will apparently say this in the most straightforward blunt way possible, the same way he told Meph* I told Mephistopheles I didn't want to see him for a few days.
Phlegethon: ...Oh. *pauses and very carefully moves his hand away from his side, more as a distraction than anything* I'm -- I'm sorry. *Gabriel? you're contagious. now he's blaming this on himself*
Gabriel: It...*pause* ...I don't blame you for it. *notices the hand and looks alarmed* Your -- your hand, it...*takes it, as gently as possible, and...heals, with the bone regrowth and whatnot, which probably isn't too nice even with angelpowers*
Phlegethon: I can continue to blame myself, either way. *closes his eyes and bites his lip against the pain, talking to distract himself* Yes, he was rather vicious about it. Cannibalism, the works. ...Thank you.
Gabriel: *winces* *doesn't let go of the hand right away, though it's more from just not noticing he's still holding it* ...What did he do, exactly? Aside from...what I've seen.
Phlegethon: *well, isn't exactly about to point it out* *shrugs slightly* Chains. Acid. He looks to be even more fond of scalpels than I am. *sighs quietly* Turnabout is fair play.
Gabriel: *shudders* It isn't. At all. I'll make sure he doesn't come near you again.
Phlegethon: I deserved it. It hurt like hell, but I deserved it. *smiles faintly* Thank you, though.
Gabriel: *shakes his head* He shouldn't have done it. He had no right.
Phlegethon: *flatly* He had every right. I hurt you, he hurt me. We're even.
Gabriel: -No-. *a little more vehemently than he probably should, but control is really slipping away here* I didn't -want- him to hurt you.
Phlegethon: *pauses, arching an eyebrow at him* Forgive my bluntness, but -- why -not-? Look at what I did to you. And... now, I'm only causing more problems.
Gabriel: It's...it doesn't -matter-. I...if you want forgiveness, I'll give that. It doesn't matter. You're able to love. You're able to...show some sort of emotion. You aren't who I thought you were, and while I hardly mourned the death of who you were, I don't want who you -are- hurt. *voice growing less and less steady, and may in fact be trembling from the force of not breaking down*
Phlegethon: I don't... know if I deserve forgiveness, but, God, I want it. It was never that I didn't feel, it was -- and is -- that I couldn't show it. I'm much more afraid of emotion than I tell anyone, even myself. *takes a breath and touches Gabriel's shoulder with his free hand* ...angel. Are you -- *just stops there*
Gabriel: *looks right at Phlegethon, as steadily as he can manage under the circumstances* *quietly* Then you have it. Forgiveness. For...everything. *tilts head slightly* Am I...?
Phlegethon: ... *again with that "floored" thing* *softly, but he means it, possibly more than he ever has before* ...Thank you. *shrugs slightly, looking concerned again* You're shaking.
Gabriel: *very, very faint hint of a smile -- hardly visible, but it's something* *and then...sighs heavily and closes his eyes* I...*...and that's all he can manage, apparently, before he starts shaking again*
Phlegethon: *looks very concerned now, and bites his lip absently* ...Angel...? You... what?
Gabriel: I...*pause while he tries to pull himself together enough to look Phlegethon in the eye* *solemnly* ...I think I need to fall apart right now. Can you...
Phlegethon: *flinches slightly, but nods* ...Whatever you need. I owe you that much.
Gabriel: ...Thank you. *barely manages to get that much out before letting out a choked noise and more or less collapsing onto Phlegethon, burying his face into his shoulder and sobbing*
Phlegethon: It's -- you... deserve it. You're welcome. *just hugs him tightly, closing his eyes* I'm sorry, angel. I -- didn't mean for this.
Gabriel: *clings to Phlegethon's shirt and...yes, this is more or less Gabriel falling to pieces* *manages to choke out* N-no, it -- not you, I...I just d-don't know h-how he c-could do this...*sobbing, yes*
Phlegethon: *is not really equipped to handle this, but -- well, holds him, looking rather a lot worried out of his mind* He wanted to help, you know. He is a demon. I -- I believe he thought it was the right thing to do. To avenge you.
Gabriel: *sobbing may intensify a bit at this* A d-demon...he...he can't...and -I- can't...and...I c-can't trust him to p-put that aside for me...and...I can't -trust-... *...and back to wordless sobbing for now*
Phlegethon: *holds him a bit more tightly, if such things are possible -- and really, wants to stroke his hair or brush his tears away or something, but -- that would be bad form* ...I'm sorry. I don't... know how to make anything better, but -- I'm sorry.
Gabriel: *...at this point? would actually appreciate it, and the whole reason he wanted to see Phlegethon was because he needed someone he could trust to love him, and...right* *shakes his head* Not you -- it's...it helps, just...*and back to clinging and sobbing too much to speak*
Phlegethon: *...doesn't know that, and really doesn't want to ruin things as they are right now* I can still apologize. This is -- my fault, isn't it? *yes. Gabs is teh contagious*
Gabriel: *...true* *shakes his head vehemently, as really really can't manage to speak*
Phlegethon: *shakes his head in return, but doesn't have any real desire to argue this* *and so, just -- holds him, and will continue to do so for as long as it takes*
Gabriel: *eventually...probably -considerably- later, manages to calm down, breathing as evenly as possible despite the lackofnecessity* *keeps his head buried in Phlegethon's shoulder and murmurs* Thank you.
Phlegethon: You're welcome. Of course you're welcome. *smiles very slightly, although Gabriel won't see it, before returning to just looking worried* Will you be all right?
Gabriel: ...*sighs* ...I...don't know. I hope so. I truly do. *shudders again* I...*suddenly looks up at Phlegethon, eyes wide* ...do you think I did the right thing?
Phlegethon: That'll do, angel. *looks at him for a moment for answering* ...The right thing? In my honest opinion? Yes. You seem to be frustratingly good at that, anyway.
Gabriel: *the degree to which that makes him relax is really rather sad* ...Oh. Oh. -Good.- I...I just...don't want to...*sighs, closing his eyes again*
Phlegethon: *awwwwwGabs -- typist. mostly.* *carefully, as delicately as he can* You... don't want to what?
Gabriel: *barely audibly* ...I never wanted to hurt anyone. But...I have. I've hurt you both. And...I'm sorry.
Phlegethon: ...None of it is your fault. None of it. You're allowed to be upset, but don't blame yourself. It's about intention. You didn't mean to hurt anyone.
Gabriel: The road to hell is paved with good intentions. And...I'm doing it again. *sighs* You're...I don't deserve this.
Phlegethon: And frozen traveling salesmen. You're -- look. Angel. I don't blame you and you shouldn't, either. *quirks an eyebrow* I may be biased, but you deserve far better than this.
Gabriel: I...Mephistopheles just...*gestures vaguely to encompass it*...and you're still...you're still...*searches for the right word, voice dropping*...you're still -here-.
Phlegethon: *...sighs quietly* I don't know where else to be. Who would I be to leave you alone at -- a time like this? *again with that very slight, fleeting smile* There is literally nowhere else I would rather be.
Gabriel: *something shifts, just slightly, in his expression at that* ...Thank you. -Thank you.- I just...I...*breaks off, studying him, then, with an air of decisiveness, leans forward and kisses him*
Phlegethon: I -- *undeniably very startled -- freezes for a moment, then, of course, kisses back, as gently as he can manage with the shock of it (which is something like "holycrapomgGabrielkissedmeomg")*
Gabriel: *just...kisses for some time, and pulls away slowly, not quite looking at him* ...I'm sorry. I just...
Phlegethon: *takes a deep breath* ...This time, I really don't know what you're apologizing for.
Gabriel: For -- if I -- took you by surprise or anything. *...flushes faintly* I...I needed...*voice drops* ...something to hold on to.
Phlegethon: *shakes his head after a moment* I'm... not going to pretend I didn't -- I haven't... wanted that. *watches him* ...You can hold onto me all you like. I'll be here.
Gabriel: *may be doing the whole closetotears trembling thing again* I...to have that, especially now, I...-thank you-. *pause* Would you mind if I...I...if I just...*closes his eyes* ...Stayed here? ...I don't want to be alone now.
Phlegethon: *smiles again, crookedly, and it's more bittersweet than anything* ...Of course I wouldn't mind. How could I? Take as long as you need.
Gabriel: *agsjfgdf -- ...typist.* ...I'll be saying this...probably too much, I know, but...thank you. I mean it, I...truly do. *gives a faint, crooked smile in return and kisses his cheek before curling up against him again, closing his eyes*
Phlegethon: *fjlkfa agreed -- er, also the typist. mostly.* ...I'm all right with that, really. You're the first to say it to me. Well -- the first to say it to, knowing me as I really am. *watches him, well, affectionately is the only word for it* And you are welcome. I mean that, too.
Gabriel: *sljghdgkdj -- typist. yes.* *faint smile, relaxing* Good. *and...this is not falling asleep, but it's something of a release of consciousness so as to not have to -think- for a while. but for all intents and purposes, he's more or less falling asleep on Phlegethon.*
Phlegethon: *smiles, too, and closes his eyes, leaning back against the wall to try and get some sleep himself -- whether or not this will work is anyone's guess, but he's not moving as long as Gabriel is there*