IV [VISUAL/LOCATION: GRAY & SONS] - THE IDENTITY OF ONE CHANGES WITH HOW ONE PERCEIVES REALITY
Gabriel wasn't sure exactly why he had been avoiding his shop. All he knew was that he woke up in the middle of the night with the realization that he hadn't been back there in weeks, and most of the clocks would have run down several times over by now. That simply wasn't acceptable. He really should have been taking better care of his responsibilities especially since they had been halved since arriving here. He no longer had to take care of his mother, make sure that she had everything that she needed. He no longer had to worry about the threat of addiction that came along with his ability, the things that he had done because of it. Helen was helping him deal with that, and Elle was here to provide him with the support that he still needed. And Gabriel was still getting used to the idea of having guys around that could actually stand him instead of rolling their eyes as his behavior and treating him like a human punching bag.
All and all, Gabriel figured that he had it pretty good here so far. So he couldn't for the life of him imagine why he had put such effort into avoiding the one thing that actually helped to give his life some sort of meaning. It was the one thing that he was good at all on his own. Even if he had been forced into it, he hadn't been completely honest with Chandra about how he felt about the craft. It calmed him, made him feel balanced in a way that he wasn't most of the time especially now that his ability had started to try and claim him, and he couldn't help but appreciate the fluid and elegant mechanics. There were few things that really worked so cleanly, that needed to have everything so perfectly in place in order to function, that even the smallest problem could render a piece unless.
And that was why he was currently getting dressed and slipping out of his room in the Sanctuary For All to attend to his shop like he should have been the whole time. It took him nearly ten minutes to get across town, sparing a glance at a rather large and official looking building that was on his way that he was sure hadn't been there before. Curious. He'd have to go and explore it later.
Unlocking the door to the shop, Gabriel slipped inside and over to his work desk, exhaling with a quiet relief as he picked up his glasses and slipped him on his face. He'd flailed uselessly around the room trying to find them. He was just glad that he always kept a spare set handy. Now. To work. First he had to figure out exactly which one of them was in the worst repair.
[ooc: go, go gabriel glitch!]
All and all, Gabriel figured that he had it pretty good here so far. So he couldn't for the life of him imagine why he had put such effort into avoiding the one thing that actually helped to give his life some sort of meaning. It was the one thing that he was good at all on his own. Even if he had been forced into it, he hadn't been completely honest with Chandra about how he felt about the craft. It calmed him, made him feel balanced in a way that he wasn't most of the time especially now that his ability had started to try and claim him, and he couldn't help but appreciate the fluid and elegant mechanics. There were few things that really worked so cleanly, that needed to have everything so perfectly in place in order to function, that even the smallest problem could render a piece unless.
And that was why he was currently getting dressed and slipping out of his room in the Sanctuary For All to attend to his shop like he should have been the whole time. It took him nearly ten minutes to get across town, sparing a glance at a rather large and official looking building that was on his way that he was sure hadn't been there before. Curious. He'd have to go and explore it later.
Unlocking the door to the shop, Gabriel slipped inside and over to his work desk, exhaling with a quiet relief as he picked up his glasses and slipped him on his face. He'd flailed uselessly around the room trying to find them. He was just glad that he always kept a spare set handy. Now. To work. First he had to figure out exactly which one of them was in the worst repair.
[ooc: go, go gabriel glitch!]