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A short log in which Phleggy is broken, Gabs is weird, and Emo Occurs. Wow. That's sure a big leap from the norm.
Phlegethon: *well. y'know. just happens to be sitting in a room, -still- with the chainsmoking, still with the looking totally blank and broken*
Gabriel: *and...happens to be passing by. or something.* *and -- spots Phlegethon, and freezes* *with an effort, turns away, but...doesn't really move from his line of sight*
Phlegethon: *flatly, dully -- he's finally managed to shut down all emotions* Angel. *drops his cigarette and watches it burn out on the floor*
Gabriel: *...that's hardly a good sign* *quiet, as levelly as he can, still turned away* ...Phlegethon.
Phlegethon: *...it's the only way he can... survive at this point* Still don't believe me?
Gabriel: *...this really hurts, for the record* *sighs quietly* ...well, Raphael is...all right. Better, anyway. I think. *...avoids the question, whee*
Phlegethon: Good. *glances at Gabriel quickly before looking back at -- nothing in particular, really* I spoke to my mother. She was pleased to inform me of how disappointed she is in me.
Gabriel: * -- winces* *because of what the typist mentioned* *quietly* ...oh. *will not add what he's thinking, thank Someone, bloody angelwhore* * -- and will not apologize, either* *so...that's it, really*
Phlegethon: I don't know if you'll believe me and I wish I didn't care, but I know who did hurt Raphael. *for the record, still speaking almost in a monotone*
Gabriel: *...may tense just a little* *keeps voice very, very level, but it may rise in tone just a little* ...Oh?
Phlegethon: Yes. My eldest brother, Acheron. It was my sister-in-law's idea. He can -- distort the perceptions of anyone he wishes; it's... one of his -- gifts. *is really way too calm, but that's what you get when you're a shattered Hades*
Gabriel: *pause* *this is when he realizes he may have heard mention of something of the sort, due to living in the same head as Lethe and -- wait. /wait./* *deceptively calmly as well* ...Your sister-in-law. That wouldn't happen to be the...former Miss Zelle, would it?
Phlegethon: Belle Zelle, yes. *lights another cigarette, and his hands aren't even shaking, and he's still not -looking- at Gabriel*
Gabriel: ...I see. *this is the sort of "I see" you give when your interactions with said person have been far, far less than favourable* *...and apparently that's all. um.*
Phlegethon: ... *sighs* *did we mention that he's wearing his jacket now? 'cause he is.* Not good enough for you? *and for the first time allows a hint of desperation to enter his voice* What do I have to do to make you trust me?
Gabriel: *voice grows just a little louder, also slightly more desperate* I'll speak to her.
Phlegethon: Do you think she'll tell the -truth-? Do you really -- *actually starts trying to get up, and lets out a hiss of pain before sitting back down again*
Gabriel: *-- startlingly coldly. um.* I don't intend on giving her a /choice/ -- ... *turns at that, eyes fixing on Phlegethon somewhat vaguely* ...Are you hurt?
Phlegethon: *--will just go back to being a blank shell of Phleggy now* My mother shot me when I told her I didn't want to get away from you and I didn't want you to Fall. *smiles up at him thinly* I'm fine, angel. I deserved it.
Gabriel: *...eyes widen slightly* She...you...* -- can't say anything that wouldn't make it worse* -- where?
Phlegethon: *still -smiling-, don't ask me* Shoulder. She's very fast. *leans back against the wall and sort of... stares vaguely at the ceiling*
Gabriel: *studies him for a few moments, then silently kneels, eyes fixed on the spot where the wound is* *lets his fingertips brush Phlegethon's shoulder and...makes with the healinghealingrevolution*
Phlegethon: *shudders, but -- it's a little late to pull away* Angel, don't -- not if you don't... trust me... *bites his lip* ...Thank you.
Gabriel: *quietly, not meeting his eyes* I promised. I promised I would protect you. And...I didn't.
Phlegethon: I -deserved- it. I fell in love with an angel. And what did that give me? Nothing. *fjksjdl are we back to this -again-?* *also, the ceiling is -fascinating-*
Gabriel: *winces again* *shakes his head slowly* You didn't deserve it. Not...not for loving. *...and stands*
Phlegethon: Typical angel. Love is weakness. *looks at him, and is going to finally -show- just how completely -shattered- he is -- I hope you're paying attention, Gabriel* Look at what it's done to me.
Gabriel: *...is, is* *bites his lip, keeping himself together with...a great amount of effort he didn't think he possessed* *whispers* I'm sorry.
Phlegethon: Don't -apologize-. Just -- just... why won't you believe me, angel? *and is definitely -pleading- now* Why -- *closes his eyes*
Gabriel: *clenches his own eyes shut tightly, then kneels again* *watches him for a moment before brushing his lips against Phlegethon's, briefly and lightly* *whispers* I'll talk to her. I -- *breaks off, stands, and...is going to leave, then, all right*
Phlegethon: *...fjdskfjklsdfjlks.fafjdsk -- ajflksf? <-- ...that's what he's thinking, no, really* ... *and that's about it*
Phlegethon: *well. y'know. just happens to be sitting in a room, -still- with the chainsmoking, still with the looking totally blank and broken*
Gabriel: *and...happens to be passing by. or something.* *and -- spots Phlegethon, and freezes* *with an effort, turns away, but...doesn't really move from his line of sight*
Phlegethon: *flatly, dully -- he's finally managed to shut down all emotions* Angel. *drops his cigarette and watches it burn out on the floor*
Gabriel: *...that's hardly a good sign* *quiet, as levelly as he can, still turned away* ...Phlegethon.
Phlegethon: *...it's the only way he can... survive at this point* Still don't believe me?
Gabriel: *...this really hurts, for the record* *sighs quietly* ...well, Raphael is...all right. Better, anyway. I think. *...avoids the question, whee*
Phlegethon: Good. *glances at Gabriel quickly before looking back at -- nothing in particular, really* I spoke to my mother. She was pleased to inform me of how disappointed she is in me.
Gabriel: * -- winces* *because of what the typist mentioned* *quietly* ...oh. *will not add what he's thinking, thank Someone, bloody angelwhore* * -- and will not apologize, either* *so...that's it, really*
Phlegethon: I don't know if you'll believe me and I wish I didn't care, but I know who did hurt Raphael. *for the record, still speaking almost in a monotone*
Gabriel: *...may tense just a little* *keeps voice very, very level, but it may rise in tone just a little* ...Oh?
Phlegethon: Yes. My eldest brother, Acheron. It was my sister-in-law's idea. He can -- distort the perceptions of anyone he wishes; it's... one of his -- gifts. *is really way too calm, but that's what you get when you're a shattered Hades*
Gabriel: *pause* *this is when he realizes he may have heard mention of something of the sort, due to living in the same head as Lethe and -- wait. /wait./* *deceptively calmly as well* ...Your sister-in-law. That wouldn't happen to be the...former Miss Zelle, would it?
Phlegethon: Belle Zelle, yes. *lights another cigarette, and his hands aren't even shaking, and he's still not -looking- at Gabriel*
Gabriel: ...I see. *this is the sort of "I see" you give when your interactions with said person have been far, far less than favourable* *...and apparently that's all. um.*
Phlegethon: ... *sighs* *did we mention that he's wearing his jacket now? 'cause he is.* Not good enough for you? *and for the first time allows a hint of desperation to enter his voice* What do I have to do to make you trust me?
Gabriel: *voice grows just a little louder, also slightly more desperate* I'll speak to her.
Phlegethon: Do you think she'll tell the -truth-? Do you really -- *actually starts trying to get up, and lets out a hiss of pain before sitting back down again*
Gabriel: *-- startlingly coldly. um.* I don't intend on giving her a /choice/ -- ... *turns at that, eyes fixing on Phlegethon somewhat vaguely* ...Are you hurt?
Phlegethon: *--will just go back to being a blank shell of Phleggy now* My mother shot me when I told her I didn't want to get away from you and I didn't want you to Fall. *smiles up at him thinly* I'm fine, angel. I deserved it.
Gabriel: *...eyes widen slightly* She...you...* -- can't say anything that wouldn't make it worse* -- where?
Phlegethon: *still -smiling-, don't ask me* Shoulder. She's very fast. *leans back against the wall and sort of... stares vaguely at the ceiling*
Gabriel: *studies him for a few moments, then silently kneels, eyes fixed on the spot where the wound is* *lets his fingertips brush Phlegethon's shoulder and...makes with the healinghealingrevolution*
Phlegethon: *shudders, but -- it's a little late to pull away* Angel, don't -- not if you don't... trust me... *bites his lip* ...Thank you.
Gabriel: *quietly, not meeting his eyes* I promised. I promised I would protect you. And...I didn't.
Phlegethon: I -deserved- it. I fell in love with an angel. And what did that give me? Nothing. *fjksjdl are we back to this -again-?* *also, the ceiling is -fascinating-*
Gabriel: *winces again* *shakes his head slowly* You didn't deserve it. Not...not for loving. *...and stands*
Phlegethon: Typical angel. Love is weakness. *looks at him, and is going to finally -show- just how completely -shattered- he is -- I hope you're paying attention, Gabriel* Look at what it's done to me.
Gabriel: *...is, is* *bites his lip, keeping himself together with...a great amount of effort he didn't think he possessed* *whispers* I'm sorry.
Phlegethon: Don't -apologize-. Just -- just... why won't you believe me, angel? *and is definitely -pleading- now* Why -- *closes his eyes*
Gabriel: *clenches his own eyes shut tightly, then kneels again* *watches him for a moment before brushing his lips against Phlegethon's, briefly and lightly* *whispers* I'll talk to her. I -- *breaks off, stands, and...is going to leave, then, all right*
Phlegethon: *...fjdskfjklsdfjlks.fafjdsk -- ajflksf? <-- ...that's what he's thinking, no, really* ... *and that's about it*