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[ca1nsheresy]

Jesus, God, those absolutes. If they were to be authentic- he himself cannot confirm or deny it - he doubts they are as just and perfect as those following them often preach. Nothing is complete. Perfection, if real, is too dull for him to truly accept as probable.

"I doubt he is just as much as I doubt that you are, my good man. Though I presume that being correct the majority of the time must be very dull. Not much room to be challenged."

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A perfectly plucked eyebrow arches, fixing Gabriel with a faintly amused expression. "Haven't you heard the latest? Jesus is apparently always correct." He leans forward, elbows on his knees. "I think you two would get along - You both have a quietly intense energy."

"Besides, Heaven's golden child aside - I am, in fact, always right. And I can confirm that it's exhausting having to deal with everyone else's idiotic opinions."

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"Oh, May." Sympathetic enunciation of her name, form brought close to her so a comforting hand can be placed on her back, tugging her to him. "You can stay however long you need, dear, please." He tells her, earnest in the offer with emphasis on keeping it indefinite.

"And I'm going to help you and your boy find a more discreet place to stay." A light press on her, silent offering of a hug if she needs one.

~ @ca1nsheresy || “oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.” ~

"Mhm -" May leads the way through the wreckage of her apartment, swallowing back the emotions that have been threatening to suffocate her. "They were looking for Peter." They'd ripped through the place, leaving little in their wake. She bends down, picking up a broken picture of Ben and her on their wedding day. A sob finally leaves her, the frame clutched to her chest as she looks back at Gabriel. "I think I'm going to need to stay with you for a little while."

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( @dnangelic ) LIKED FOR A SMALL STARTER ! ( Dark )

"...Yes, well." Patience is thankfully one of Gabriel's many virtues - a courtesy extended everyone alike, old and young. The boy before him was no exception, given as much of Gabriel's free time as he'll have, even with the rather odd premise posed in the consultancy.

"Although technically less troublesome, I believe that's still illegal, son."

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( @stainedpast ) LIKED FOR A SMALL STARTER ! ( Lihwa )

There's a boy latching onto the fabric of his pants - curious, but not unwelcome, as children oft find entertainment in the most spontaneous of acts. Still, he is compelled to look to his caretaker, giving her a sign that he is neither harmed nor one to pose it himself.

"An active one, is he?" He tells her. "I wonder what he finds so appealing here. Is it the plaid pattern?"

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"Ah. So that's why." He immediately fathoms his friend out, face marked with some realization. "Yes, well. Of course. No cause to deny that. He doesn't get called a 'playboy' for nothing, I imagine." An honest opinion which might have shown in his eyes, no doubt.

~ @ca1nsheresy || “why do you have that look on your face?” ~

"No reason -" May can hardly hold back her grin as she watches Tony leave. Eyes return to Gabriel, feigning innocence. "He's handsome, isn't he?"

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Head turns for their eyes to meet properly, attention given the other's earnest response. He'd voice his appreciation, but the sentiment is well present in the air, silent nod and intent demeanor saying it all for the good laywer. "I figured as much." He admits, mulling over the sum of satanists before settling on one particular group to point out.

"When I think of Satan, I think of the Satano-Anarchists who view your story as an inspiration for anti-hierarchical rebellion. A stick-it-to-the-man sort of message. The most interesting part is that they don't have religious faith, but they still strove to extract value from the stories. Healthy bunch, I've met a few at a gathering and they were quite wonderful." He could almost smile had his face allowed him much of the expression, little humorous tint instead gracing him as he adds: "No goats or children were harmed, just fresh minds using your image in their hope for a better world. It's almost sweet. But I think it's the fact they don't truly worship you - don't extend too much attention - that really makes it work."

~ @ca1nsheresy || sometimes attention hurts more than it helps. ~

Lucifer considers a vapid response, something light and flighty and completely disconnected from any form of depth. After all, that's the easiest way to prevent vulnerability - Return any seriousness with a quip, a grin and an offer of a drink. However, Gabriel has a terribly annoying habit of seeing right through that. So, feeling wildly out of character, Satan nods.

"Do you know -" He rolls his glass around in his hand. "That I don't actually endorse many sects of extreme Satanism. And yet, the attention they garner only drags my name into even worse standing." Lips purse, musing. "Now, they're not all bad. Some branches of it actually have a good understanding of my beliefs and motives but others - The ones that murder children and want to have sex with goats? Horrendous people."

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"See, I was hoping to get a look at them myself..." He trails off to think for a moment, watching the other's demeanor. Saucy, bothered and quite... sad, to him. The chances money might mean something to him are high. Men often tend to fall for it, and it pulls them into a life of solitude and such deep self-protection, which might, Gabriel thinks, translate into that Bah Humbug so quick to spill. It seems the ghosts aren't the only thing of interest this eve.

"What say you to a deal? I investigate the premises with no bother to you, and you charge me by the hour." Lips flatten as they press against one another, head tilted very slightly. He wants to confirm his theory more than anything. If not this, every man has his vice. He'll fathom it and offer.

"Ink has presently dried, mind you."

Scrooge is not one to indulge the judgment of others. He hears it from his nephew and his wife. He has heard it from loved ones of the past. It's all poppycock now.

"Nasty way to speak to a man telling you to leave without assistance from the coppers," Scrooge is quick to retort. He's not here to argue. He's made a purchase. He holds an expectation that property rights will be upheld.

"Bah... ghosts!" A wave of hand is thrown at the changed topic. There's no ghosts in this home, and if there were, he'd see to it that they'd take their chains and haunt some other unoccupied building. "Humbug."

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🐝  *  ―  𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑯𝑼𝑮 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑬.

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( @stainedpast ) LIKED FOR A SMALL STARTER ! ( Jeremiah )

What a conundrum this is. Who would have thought one of his early morning strolls would have him stumbling upon a scene of this sort? Certainly not Gabriel himself, no, he couldn't have conceived of this. Still, unlike many a man in his standing, he doesn't quite seem shaken. Taken by surprise, certainly, but no assumption is allowed entry to his subconscious, blocked by his wit and self-composure. It's best to ask the man what's going on - hear it from him.

"I feel compelled to say that I'm not a decided threat yet." he begins. "Might you be able to tell me what transpired here?"

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"I admire men who aren't swayed by the judgement of others, Abe." Though it's not that simple, is it? He's met many a man of the sort, of course, and their presence has given him due pleasure, but there's something else about Abe that puts him at ease. "but I must admit that, in our proximity, I've quite gotten to enjoy your honesty. Always direct, always quick with your mind on your tongue." A hint of a smile, gaze not waning in wanting to express what that means to Gabriel - a foundation for trust.

"And your general... I would say temperament. I'm never on edge, but in the rare times that I am, it's very soothing. You're a sturdy person - very yourself. Never a dull moment for it." Pause, small puff of air leaving his nose. He's just made a simple yet amiable realization.

"I suppose my first statement really does wrap it up, friend. You constantly impress me. I admire you. For all the mortal that you are." The last bit is said with emphasis on the reference. Gabriel would never put someone on a pedestal, after all, not even if he tried. This is an expression of some other sentiment - a real kinship rarely present in his life, which he cherishes.

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It's not that he finds no fear in the attack, no. He certainly feels something at the spontaneity of it. But it doesn't really matter. His concern is all heaped upon tony, whose hand he tightly places his own over against his forearm. "Steady, now. No one's going to die." He tells him, confident.

"Come, Tony." He better hoists him up, arm over his own shoulder to secure him in place. "You shouldn't be here either. I'm sure we can maneuver ourselves away."

~ @ca1nsheresy || ❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜ ~

"Oh, you're not ready for the lecture that's -" Tony's cut off by a spasm of pain, his words trailing off into a grunt as his hand grips at Utterson. "You shouldn't be here - It's too dangerous." He finally manages to mutter out, but can't fully bring himself to let go. If he does he's half afraid the legs will collapse out from underneath him.

The attack had been unexpected. No suit to keep him shielded.

He collapses against Gabriel, hand gripping at his forearm. "Well, shit - Good thing you're a lawyer. Make sure all the greedy bastards don't try to take anything if I die. The will says it all goes to Pepper."

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( @frxncaise ) LIKED FOR A SMALL STARTER !

Her appearance at the door puts pause to his train of thought for a moment, the figure expected completely diverted by her presence. Still, the recovery is quick, small nod pressed down to greet.

"Good morning, Angélique, I hope I've not disturbed your sleep." He tells her, tone warm in spite of its formality. "Is your father not in?"

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Alright, Gabriel. One, two, three. Numbers work like one, two, three. Step, step and another, in your mind, sort them through. A lot is happening and though you know where you are, you do not. So, breathe. Fear is fine. Fear is okay. To be human is to fear the unnatural and Gabriel John Utterson is nothing if not human. So, he breathes. As he gulps and lets his eyes shut, he breathes. He recounts moments of childhood as Dracula plagues the roots of his... could they be visions? Daydreams? Disorienting - that's what they are. But a wonder in their own right, for the anguish and mortal longevity of them is so impressively vivid to the chest. Chest. He has a chest. And in it, his beating heart quickens. Pace up, pace down. It's all quite strange, but he is no stranger to the strange.

Edward Hyde, the eye of evil itself. He's seen him and he's lived. He will see this and he will live. Or maybe not. But until the reaper beckons, he will not forsake his mind.

A decade seems to slowly worm around him, but he is still and steady, the only part of him responding to the fear is that heart. He lets it. He isn't subduing anything. He is okay with the experience, in its own right, for a man of knowledge is one willing to experience quite the bulk of the unordinary. He is one to fathom, so his ignorance to the moment phases him deeply, but he is wired to patience and to seeking that understanding.

"Am I tired?" Yes, yes, very tired. He's been awake for a decade - which, of course, as far as the large clock tells him, was but a fleeting moment. "Yes, very." He says. He voices it, head dipping down. "Though... curious, too. About - well, you, I figure." He's not sure why. Something seems to fade. The vision's association with the Count, maybe. But he can... vaguely grasp a need to know and he, being so himself, is unable to prevent the instinct in him to feed it.

He wonders if it is a merit, now, that his demeanor is so stubborn. Always so monotonous - a little stern-looking. Perhaps it's all been for this moment to land the way it does. His eyes have glided up at the other's figure. "A room is nice, it really is, but part of me thinks you'll kill me there. Is that true? I'm too weak to really resist you, you know, an old man and all - now in delirium, too. But I really would like to be aware of it all. I have a strange sense of imminent doom right now. It's quite terrifying, really. Are you the cause?"

@ca1nsheresy asked: 'can you not see your future?’

Heeeeeaaaaar. It is not enough to simply speak.

Dthe bloody Muslims and Turks squeal at the back beneath the crushing weight of their horses’ bellies. Dthe sounds of war have never left dthis place. The terrible scutter of meaningless oaths and brave lies rake the roadway beneath the death-dealing rain of arrowheads that pierced enemies through the armour. The noise of marching wails louder than the wind, whistling and flying under the castle ceilings, bringing with it the beetles and pearl-winged flies from the exquisite gardens. Dracula is in each creature, in the whites of their eyes and their rapidly pulsing cavities, in the fear dripping down the red sandstone pillars.

The dead have no leggss, burnt away in the vas ustrinum. He who wishes to enter, must work. He who has legs will walk ten times the hours more. And so the inferior creatures of the night; the earthen earthworms rise and wriggle by the dampness of soil and the darkness of the castle corridor by his feet, lifting their dreadful fingers in secret to tamper Gabriel’s eyes rheumy.

The ground, waterlogged as a graveyard, drags at his shoes. Fatigued…..forever their tunnel is…..long and abject the fable is.

You are welcomed to O-ver-stay. Dracula grins slowly. Inside his mouth, ten earthworms of his tongue curl like soft roots. Ten times of the hours more. Tens of tens. Walk… Feel ten of your years, walk.  The crowns of your knees have been feeling painful, brittle, growing more and more…-- edible – to the elements.

 Now, wake. There is a glow ahead, a dimly flickering flame and then another and nuther.

His paintings stare down, sepia laced over colours. Figs poached, pomegranates, and grapes you will never taste. Where plunges the rays of hope? Where is the window that light came through, straight from the sun above? It is the warm, glim darkness, my friend, and may my eyes see you. 

May the world forget that you are here...

‘   It has been awhiiiiile – since…– My Eyes have seen.  ‘   

The Count, raised on the stairs, aged, his skin pallid and his hair cast long over his shoulders, turns back to him.

‘  Are you tired?   ‘   He smiles, his teeth remarkably healthy.   ‘   We have a room you will take rest in.   ‘

For these many years.

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( @decaybeneath ) GETS A SEMI-PLOTTED STARTER!

He'd been let in to meet Basil. An event - a simple gathering - seems about, but Gabriel doesn't consider mingling for a long while. He simply strides around asking for Basil, until he is eventually told that the man had retired to his chambers in some sort of wistful rush.

He supposes it's just as well that he not waste his visit and decides to stand beside another man and share in looking at the painting he's before.

"I wonder what part of him makes them look so charming." he tells him, "I'm not an artist myself, of course, but even I can tell the strokes are so... deliberate, like part of his heart's been given them."

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He takes a chair as he listens to the other, brows quirking slightly at the final bit.

"Hm. I knew of Marconi's homoerotic cave paintings, but I believe I must do my own research in regards to... Cain and Abel." Little satisfied nod as he clicks a pen open and writes, in a small notebook he keeps in his pocket, a reminder. Always a pleasure to know more, even if the monotony of his tone isn't quite reflective of such.

"I found you passed out by the side of the street. Afraid I don't know exactly what happened to you." The notebook is slipped back as he speaks, attention pulled to the other. "How are you feeling?"

@ca1nsheresy asked: 'i’m the one who carried you.’

‘   Wow, I must say, that I’m flattered. Male-male romance was first written about in uh, the first century AD. And the oldest queer-related pieces of art were found in the Grotta dell’Addaura – a cave in Sicily, depicting male figures in hives doing the do. But uh, actually, it was in fact Cain’s first handjob with Abel that made ancient history. He really, uh, loved a brother from a mother.  ‘  

' Wait... What happened again? Did I pass out? '

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Hand reaches out to hold the glass, both circled in motion to let the liquid breathe.

"Fairly well, same as often." He responds, her smile matched with a leniency in his features, an acknowledgement that he really would like to smile had his face not been to so locked into itself. "Though even better now, I suppose." He takes a small, modest sip, nodding into it as he swallows. "I'm happy to hear Peter is growing into himself. I know it must be hard seeing him leave the nest, but I'm proud of you for not restricting him."

May grins, nodding and moving to pour him a large glass of wine. It's nice to have the company. The apartment's lonely these days without Peter bustling around the place. He drops by whenever he can but he's a busy guy, keeping New York safe isn't easy. She pours a glass for herself as well before moving to sit opposite Gabriel, passing his over to him. "He's good. He got a new apartment. It's cheap and in the worst building I've ever seen, but he's enjoying the independence." She laughs softly into the rim of her glass as she takes a drink.

"It's quiet around here without him." She rests her elbow against the table, leaning her chin into her hand. "How're you doing?"

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( @fifthdimensicn ) LIKED FOR A SMALL STARTER ! ( Mulcahy )

A warm cup of tea is extended the other man's way, Gabriel's expression as solemn and contained as always. Still, there is a wonder apparent in his tone, spiking as he sits on the armchair opposite and speaks.

"I must admit, Father, it's not every day a man of the cloth requires my aid." He tells him in earnest, gaze pinned to his in deep thought. "What might your trouble be?"