who took no sides in the Rebellion of the Angels. they are neither in Hell nor out of it...they took no sides, therefore they are given no place...'
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indie gabriel SPN roleplay blog. slightly canon divergent. willing to write with anyone, but i reserve the right to be selective. PLEASE READ LINKS. est. nov. 4, 2012 This RPer took the Roleplay Anti-Hate Pledge.
it’s just too much of a great bloody mess over here. new blog is over here.
NOTE:kind of the main point of this move is to avoid the iCarly questions. i want to purely focus on my writing, so please respect my privacy and don’t badger me on my new blog.
Well, that seemed a little judgemental. “I’m not that smart.” Oi. Flinching at her own choice in words, she sighed quickly, shoulders dropping as she watched him. Right. So maybe John wasn’t the safest bet. But he TOOK CARE of her. Kept her safe, in any case. Her father had trusted him. That would always be enough for her.
And – well, frankly, at the moment she HAD no one else. “I’d have lasted like – a day without John. Tops. I guess I could’ve – I dunno, stayed in California, it just didn’t … feel right. There aren’t that many people out there WILLING to help, you know?”
“ i would assume. “ there’s no trace of apology in his voice, just the same objectiveness as before. it’s an easy assumption to make with many of john constantine’s acquaintances that they lack some sense of morality, of the survival instinct. or perhaps it is that those who affiliate with the laughing magician WISH to die. self-destruction is a pastime too often found to rub off on others, after all.
“ he only ever H E L P S to further his own agenda, liv aberdine. or to clear his conscience. has he told you about your father, perchance? given you any of the answers you’ve asked of him? “
“I find it quite comical that you would be the one to find me.”
He replied calmly,turning to face his youngest archangel,placing his hands in his hoodie’s pockets,he knew that trying to hug him would be a bad idea.
“I know.”
He scratched the back of his head.
“I was hiding…that’s why no one found me ,until now.”
“ and they called me the COWARD. “
he’s blunt ; god’s truth is often so, thus the messenger of his word must be as well. and he’s angry, too, angry and BETRAYED because here is his father after burying his head in the sand and pretending that everything was sunshine and daisies.
“ you’re supposed to be our father, and you ABANDONED us. “
she’d never admitted to anyone ( never close enough to anybody to admit it to, ) but gabriel’s death had near ruined her. after castiel, trusting any angel was almost impossible – yet she managed to trust him. & now here he was, metatron’s henchbitch& for show, claire’s hand hovers over her gun ( she could never shoot, even with bullet’s that would definitely kill. )
❛ what the hell is goin’ on with you? – word’s goin’ round. ❜
“ oh, please. “
one hand twitches, gun yanked from her belt and flung across the room to smack against the wall and clatter to the floor behind the couch. irritation bites in his voice, cracks like a whip in the space between them, and golden eyes are steely with a sheen of impatience. it won’t do a lot towards getting her to trust him, but he doesn’t need trust. trust gets you a blade in the back, and he’s long since found out how THAT feels. trust is for humans. not for him.
“ yeah, metadouche had a hand up my ass, but it’s GONE NOW. m’a free man. so cut the whole pariah shit. “
“ ———— amazing. the RUNAWAY is the one t’find god. “
through the bitterness that cakes his heart in layers of humanity’s filth, a shining light; warmth where he has been chilled for centuries in the absence of his father. forgiveness is too sweet on his tongue, swallowed back and placed behind lock and key. he’s learned from humans that such is a luxury to be earned, not freely given.
“ ya missed the family reunion, father. “
then, asperity banished from his tone and volume reduced to almost a whisper:
hands hang slack at his sides, yet his features are carefully schooled into nonchalance, wariness lurking just beneath the surface where none but the archangel can see. no doubt word has gotten around ; no doubt cass couldn’t keep his pretty mouth shut. gabriel, metatron’s henchbitch. if there’s ONE hunter or angel right now who wouldn’t try to gank him on sight, he’ll be freaking ASTOUNDED.
“ your choice in … friends … is incredibly poor, miss aberdine. i would have thought you to have more sense than to associate with the likes of john constantine. “
the only inflection in his voice is one of mild puzzlement, chin tipped upwards as he studies the, ah, gifted girl before him. yet another innocent soul to be damned through affiliation with the demonologist. a pity, really. so much potential. it is not his place to question the will of the lord, and yet he simply must know what drives one of his father’s gifted creations into the seductive and ultimately damning arms of john constantine.
