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Iman Asadi ([personal profile] etherthief) wrote in [community profile] bigapplesauce2015-08-10 01:09 am

Upon them be peace [closed]

Well, those texts were weirdly spaced out and not quite the responses she was expecting, but the good news is Gabe's coming and he's bringing booze. And that's what she needs right now. She told Rush she'd see him today but she is not ready, and he's gonna have to deal. She's still reeling after everything yesterday was, she's drained and still liable to get into fights, so yeah. Booze. Booze is what she needs.

She sighs and sets her phone down without answering, instead wandering around and making a cursory effort to clean the place up. Not that it matters. Just something to do.

She runs out of things to do pretty quickly, and is left just standing in the middle of her apartment staring at the floor for several moments before she resigns herself to slumping over at her worktable, dragging her arm up to set it on the table, all normal-like. Now there's just waiting.
has_a_horn: (you did this to yourself)

[personal profile] has_a_horn 2015-08-11 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Gabriel doesn't bother with knocking. He shows up in the middle of Iman's flat and holds out both of his hands. In one hand is a red wine of exceptional quality and startling vintage. In the other, a bottle of tequila of equal quality.

"You have choices." He sets both bottles down on the workbench and then dips to kiss her cheek. "I have just had so much sex. Lots of sex. Me and Johnny were so overdue." He waggles his eyebrows at her, then chuckles. "If you want to ravage my body you'll have to give me some recovery time first."
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[personal profile] has_a_horn 2015-08-11 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
He sets aside the bottle of wine and comes around to sit beside Iman, then pops a couple shot glasses into existence and nudges a couple bits and bobs aside to set them on the table.

Iman's question makes him pause for a moment. He and Johnny have not been okay, and it might only be because something unthinkable almost happened that they aren't still arguing about the mysterious figure that Johnny is protecting. He taps the side of the glasses and fills them without having to open the bottle.

When he speaks again, his tone stays light. "Well. He almost died twice in the past month, that's been a bit of a strain." He smirks in her direction. He does appreciate talking about this, but he doesn't want to let on how much Johnny getting hurt really pains him. "I'd say he attracts trouble if that wouldn't imply some completely false things about yours truly."
Edited 2015-08-11 07:03 (UTC)
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[personal profile] has_a_horn 2015-08-12 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
"He is." Gabriel follows Iman's lead and downs his shot, then refills both. He's not exactly sure what the goal of this evening is yet, so he doesn't go to drink the second shot yet. "He never prays. Like, ever." Johnny's refusal to ask for help has had some frightening side effects. He thinks of Johnny waking home late at night with a cracked rib and he huffs a sigh. There are so many times that he could have helped, but Johnny just wasn't having it.

"You think Greta and Mr. Grumpy will?" That's why she asked him here, after all. Or something. He' hadn't paid very much attention to those texts.
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[personal profile] has_a_horn 2015-08-12 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
"I usually say 'hey, i'm the archangel Gabriel' and people fill in the rest." He pushes his still-filled shotglass towards her instead of refilling hers. Her change in tone (or maybe it's just that he's only now noticing?) is a little bit worrying. He doesn't want her drunk before he figures out if there's more too this than just Lucifer being himself. If she wants another drink she can open the bottle herself.

"I can't guarantee their protection, but if they call I'll show up and give Lucy a more interesting target." He shrugs. He wishes that he could give her more reassurance than that, but Lucifer is never going to start listening to him. Reason doesn't work. The best he can do is distraction.
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[personal profile] has_a_horn 2015-08-23 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
Gabriel is ready to quip- she doesn't know what it's like to be Lucifer's bro, that at least Lucifer is bringing her things that she likes, but all of those thoughts come to a halt when she mentions her arm. In that moment, all of the little things that had been subtly bothering him about her mannerisms and attitude suddenly coalesce into an actuality. He realizes then that her arm looks completely different to his senses. Before, there was energy, and an interesting otherworldly aspect. Now, the physical object is there but not the energy.

He sets his elbows on the table and leans forward to look over her. He has missed so much that's going on with her, and it seems like she needs something from him that he doesn't know enough to give. He's very worried that way more is wrong than she's even hinting at and suddenly, selfishly, wonders why she hadn't come to him with any of this earlier.

He pauses for a moment before speaking. "Iman," His tone is soft and lacking his earlier playfulness. He's attempting to sound caring, but it comes off as vaguely threatening because he feels hurt about not being included before now. "What happened to your arm?"
Edited 2015-08-25 02:10 (UTC)
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[personal profile] has_a_horn 2015-09-26 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
"That's all." He leans back again and rubs a hand over his face. "I'm an angel, Iman. You know more than one superhuman entity, and you didn't think to call one of them before jamming your arm into the rift?" He drops his hand and reaches out to grab his shot glass back from her, refilling it in the process. Being angry is probably the wrong reaction to this news, he thinks. Iman is hurt and probably scared, but all the same, he can't help but be upset about her getting hurt by something that could have been avoided if only she'd asked him.

He drinks the shot, then keeps the glass in his hand. Iman probably doesn't know about his jump into the rift, probably hasn't seen the video of what he looked like when it spit him back out, but this is a subject he knows intimately. She's very lucky that she only lost her arm. "I've spent more time inside the rift than anyone else in New York. I could have told you it was a bad fucking idea."
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[personal profile] has_a_horn 2015-10-08 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Gabriel groans and slowly lowers his his head until it's resting on the tabletop. After almost losing Johnny again, it's both hilarious and a low blow to hear her saying that Johnny listens to him. "Okay. Fine."

"Look. Okay." He lifts his shot glass and sets it on the table without lifting his head. "I have no clue where you got the idea that anyone runs anything by me. I'm five billion years old. You'd think people would at least consider consulting me before running off and almost dying. Or pray once they're in trouble. But nope. Doesn't happen. I don't wanna be Mr. Go-To, but I wouldn't mind the call if you're walking home with broken ribs or your arm just zapped off." So, the ribs thing it very specific to Johnny. And in fact, Most of this is very specific to Johnny, but Iman has pushed a button for him and he's going to talk about this whether she likes it or not.

He sighs. "Getting involved with humans is bullshit. I can guarantee you Uriel never had this problem. I'm the fucking Rodney Dangerfield of archangels over here."
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[personal profile] has_a_horn 2015-10-10 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
He groans at her question, then slowly pushes himself up from the tabletop. "I did, yeah." He's not drunk enough for this conversation, or for how much it has the potential to reveal about him.

"Hold on." He holds up a finger, grabs the tequila and chugs down the rest of the contents of the bottle. If he's going to talk about the rift and his jump into it with Iman, he needs to be as drunk as possible. With a small shake, he refills the bottle, takes another sip, then settles it back on the table. "That'll do it for now."

He pulls his phone out of a pocket and chuckles to see the screen absolutely shattered. He runs his thumb fondly over the glass, repairing it as he goes. "He threw it across the room when I kept texting you."

He smiles in her direction, but it quickly sours as he pokes around on his phone. "Can't believe you haven't seen it. Guess it was before you showed." He pulls up a video on his phone and sets it in front of her. Instead of watching it himself, he pours himself another shot.

The video is taken from a phone. It opens shakily on Gabriel lying on Bethesda Terrace, his wings visible, covered in blood and surrounded by his own shed feathers. Unconscious and injured, there is very little about him that seems human. The frame quickly closes in on him, and a hand nudges him awake. He startles back, his eyes unfocused, and the voice behind the camera says Shit, he's alive then backs up quickly. A finger briefly covers the scene of Gabriel flapping one massive wing in surprise and panic, then the video cuts out entirely.

The video stalls for a moment, and Gabriel takes his phone back before it can segue into an ad or whatever video is next in the playlist. "That was the end of June. I spent a week in the rift."
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[personal profile] has_a_horn 2015-10-31 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
"I jumped in," he says, without explaining why. As much as he enjoys Iman's company, he doesn't really feel ready to talk to her about a suicide attempt. Let her assume that he tried to kill himself, or let her think that he was trying to get back to his universe. Either way, he's not going to talk about the truth.

"It kept me. I think as a punishment. It was like..." He shrugs and sets the phone down on the table and leans back in his chair, removing his face momentarily from Iman's line of sight. Any metaphor he can think of doesn't really capture the extremes of being inside the rift, and describing what it really felt like is too much for him to say. It was like being in a living thunderstorm. One with mass and body and a terrible temper. It was like he was being punished my God."You wouldn't have survived as much."
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[personal profile] has_a_horn 2015-11-01 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
"You are very fun," he reassures her, then pushes himself to his feet. The little head rush he gets is unexpected, and he sets his hand down on the table for a moment before standing up all the way. Something of that tequila hit him it seems, though he hadn't felt any of it while he was still sitting down. This presents more of a challenge in actually getting to the couch than he'd been expecting, but they'll manage.

"And yes, we can move this to the couch. C'mon Asadi, I'll help you." He moves around to Iman's good side, then hefts her up and, with some effort and a fair amount of wobbling gets them both over to the couch.

He props himself in the corner against the armrest and opens his arms theatrically, allowing her room to settle in against him. "Cuddle time is a go."