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Who: Az and Gabe
When: January 18th, 6 pm-ish
Where: Az's chambers
What: Gaze fluff.
Johnson had relayed the news once Az was settled as comfortably as possible, and frustration rented Marion's features. Az needed to be taken care of, surely, but she wanted to see that man? To say the least, she hadn't heard very nice things about Gabriel, and she hardly thought he was the right person for her charge to be visiting. Shaking her head, she let out a heavy sigh and headed to the guest wing. Although she was dead set against this decision, she was unable to deny Az what she requested.
Gabriel ran his hands through his hair at the knock on the door, having just changed from the monk's garb. He wanted sleep-not a chance to act. He had done enough of that. Reluctantly he opened the door, raising a surprised brow at the woman that stood before him. A guard had been the last thing he had expected.
"The Princess is asking for you," she said simply, and turned to walk away. She'd be damned if she was going to escort him there.
Looking down at the floor and letting out a breath, Gabriel left his room and closed the door behind himself.
He arrived at Azkadellia's room to find the door ajar, Johnson standing at post outside. The large man gave Gabriel a nod (no growl?) and pushed the door open completely. Gabriel stepped inside, setting his hands naturally behind his back.
"Hey."
When: January 18th, 6 pm-ish
Where: Az's chambers
What: Gaze fluff.
Johnson had relayed the news once Az was settled as comfortably as possible, and frustration rented Marion's features. Az needed to be taken care of, surely, but she wanted to see that man? To say the least, she hadn't heard very nice things about Gabriel, and she hardly thought he was the right person for her charge to be visiting. Shaking her head, she let out a heavy sigh and headed to the guest wing. Although she was dead set against this decision, she was unable to deny Az what she requested.
Gabriel ran his hands through his hair at the knock on the door, having just changed from the monk's garb. He wanted sleep-not a chance to act. He had done enough of that. Reluctantly he opened the door, raising a surprised brow at the woman that stood before him. A guard had been the last thing he had expected.
"The Princess is asking for you," she said simply, and turned to walk away. She'd be damned if she was going to escort him there.
Looking down at the floor and letting out a breath, Gabriel left his room and closed the door behind himself.
He arrived at Azkadellia's room to find the door ajar, Johnson standing at post outside. The large man gave Gabriel a nod (no growl?) and pushed the door open completely. Gabriel stepped inside, setting his hands naturally behind his back.
"Hey."