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[There's a flicker and the video starts. Greed's behind the counter of the 'Nest and the camera is set on what appears to be a pool table. It's midday, so the joint is empty.]
[He's all smiles, hands placed atop of his bar.] It's that day, folks. Maybe some of you know, maybe some of you don't. But I promised to deliver and I don't count myself a ( Read more... )
[He's all smiles, hands placed atop of his bar.] It's that day, folks. Maybe some of you know, maybe some of you don't. But I promised to deliver and I don't count myself a ( Read more... )
[Gabriel is glaring. Because, shit. He's seen stuff, shit, he's ripped people apart with his bare bear claws on occasion, but nothing like that, nothing like that is watching his friend, someone he considers his friend, blow out his brains. It makes Gabriel feel sick to his stomach and he's unable to feel anything but disgusted that he summoned up that shot-gun. He might have been bound into an agreement but he might as easily summoned up a broken one, or something.
He's watched in horror as the body slumped down, and then with horrible fascination as the bits re-formed, his face twisting and then a relief floods him that he can't explain.
He doesn't even bother to snap, appearing at the door of the Devil's Nest quivering with rage. Well, rage and hurt and fear and relief and all of it... unable to find a way of getting out. There's nothing he can say, not for a second, but once he's actually seen Greed, seen him with his own eyes and not through a damn tiny screen, he feels... better.]Shit, if you'd told me you ( ... )
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[Honestly, Greed isn't surprised when he feels that pulse of energy and Gabriel is standing right there. The angel looks worse for wear and the homunculus frowns. Gabriel's all a quiver, but he really can't imagine why. He explained before, didn't he? Not human - artificial. A fake, a replica, a thing - Greed sighs, shoulders sag. Usually, the shock wears off and there's pure amazement, questions, etc. Gabriel just looks pissed.]
[He slides from his perch at the prep-counter, turns and grabs three bottles of liquor. They're shoved between his fingers. Unfortunately, he hasn't yet had the time to clean up properly. A few specks of blood still remain, but he'll take care of those after he knows his partner from Heaven Above is taken care of ( ... )
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He reaches forward, for the vodka first, swallowing it down. I makes his insides ache. But it's better than the ache in his Grace, the fear of loss.]
I know what you told me. And like I said, two hundred years is nothing. There are trees older than that around. I just... it's hard to watch a friend do that, even if your pretty sure he'll be back. Homunculus or not, all the stuff splattering against that wall looked real enough to me.
[Gabriel downs the rest, and sets the glass down, shaking his head. Mostly at himself. Should have trusted Greed and what he said, after all, ( ... )
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Eh? You haven't seen the rest, so don't go rubbing my ego. Though, I might not be too fond of showing you that part. When it comes, anyway. Makes me look really ugly. [Vain? You bet. But Greed lets everything wash over him. He grabs at his own scotch, forgetting that Gabriel's got a thing against it, and begins sucking it down.] Glad you aren't here to drag me back to Hell. Least, that's where I believe I'd go if I came from your world.
[He settles the glass down behind him and stretches. Rubs the kinks in his neck and the bands on his ( ... )
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Ugly? Well you can keep it away from me then. I'm as shallow as they come, I only like you when you're easy on the eyes. [There you go, he's reaching forward, patting Greed on the cheek. It's to tease, but also, well, to satisfy himself that Greed is real, feels real. Is really okay.]Hell'd probably spit you back out. My brother isn't so keen on competition, and besides, you'd probably be mistaken for staff. Being a sin and all. They'd kick you back up here and make you work for them for all of time. And frankly, I don't think you'd like that fate any more than a human wants to roast over ( ... )
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[He cants a brow, cocks a shoulder.] Not a sulfur pit, but lava - I've done that. Fun ride that was. [He bends at the hip, licks his lower lip clean of booze.] Besides - if your brother is such a hardass, I'd rather spend my days with you. Least you're a good time.
[The comment about him dying .. it causes his teeth to set. And for a second, for the briefest of moments, Greed actually looks angry. His teeth grind and his brows fall behind his sunglasses. His fingers roll ( ... )
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[ Luci isn't a hard-ass, no way, but he's not exactly a big ball of laughs, not any more, and while Gabriel likes that compliment, because hells yeah, Gabriel is a good time and anyone who says different is either Dean Winchester or an idiot. Or both. But the thoughts on his brother and all this talk of his last memories of home make him reach for his chest, for the place his own freaking Dad-damn sword sank into him, and he scratches at the fabric covering the spot with some irritation. He can still feel it, if he stops for a moment ( ... )
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Whatever is mine, I keep. And since you don't seem to have any qualms, I'll keep you too. [He pushes a finger against his chest, right where Gabriel had been toying before. Tilts his head forward to let him have a glance at his eyes. He locks a look with Gabriel - it's dangerous, but sincere; jovial, yet completely serious.] You'd think you'd have worshipers at your feet, being one of God and all. No one pays you much mind back home? Tsk - they don't know what they're missing. [But he knew ( ... )
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Worshippers? I've had them in my time. Still do, I guess. But for my kind, it's not enough to save you. But... No more of that? [It's not the topic Gabriel wants to discuss. It's all behind him now. Luci, Dad, religious nuts calling for him all the time. No more.
And maybe he's letting himself sink into hedonistic pleasures of the flesh, sex, drink, food. Well, all the things he'd loved before but now lived for. Why deny it when he was in perfect company?
Still, he doesn't have the chance to say exactly what he's after before Greed is pulling away and sinking down. Gabriel's moving to press himself up to his side of the bar and peering over, watching to see what on earth is going on, and grind when the box is pulled out. Presents ( ... )
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[Truly, he hadn't expected Gabriel to be so bent out of shape about it. But the storm was over and it was like nothing ever even happened. The angel is at his bar, all smiles and promises. And Greed is relaxed, lounging around like he owns the world. So, everything is right in its place.] I normally don't - so you shouldn't take that for granted, Gabriel. Greedy, remember? [But maybe he's got a favorite. It's hard to decide between possessions, but he'll rank Gabriel up there in the top tier list.] Looks better on you anyway. Just don't go blabbing about it, all right? [All he needs is other people barking at his door for free things. As if.]
[Greed spit-takes at the comment and bends, kicking one heel up.] If ( ... )
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[Gabriel lets Greed tip his head. Frankly, it's a bit of a thrill being around him, more so than having his own brains blown out anyway. He likes the loss of power, the tingle it sent down his spine and he let his chin go up ( ... )
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Our secret then? Fine with me. Wouldn't want to get your brothers in a twist. [Because he remembers Gabriel's warning: some thing named Cas.] Guess I won't be popping by your place to meet the family then? [Oh sure, that'd go over nicely. Hello boys and girls - just got back from work. Oh yeah, this is my boss. Oh right - he's sin ( ... )
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...That's a total lie, he'd love to mess them about like that.]
Hmmm, no. I don't think so. Not even for Hannukah. Unless they're all asleep and I can sneak you in. [And with that, Gabriel bites, gently, at Greed's ear, tugging slightly, before resumung his work at the creature's neck ( ... )
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[Greed tightens his grip in that hair and laughter pours from him. It slithers past his lips.] Got a taste for that, huh? [He understands getting drunk off power - he knows no other way to live and he's quite happy to see Gabriel's got the spark in him too. Hell, he's more than happy.] Get over here - take what you need. It's yours, right? [He lets that slip, but he's quick to recover. Because, let's face it, it's a rush to have part of himself back. That energy, his stone vibrating through him as Gabriel chows ( ... )
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Not just what I need. What you need to, hn? [He doesn't need to breath, but he pulls away to see the mess he's made, his handiwork, and it's not bad. Not bad at all, and as he leans in to make more, his hand slides down, trailing over those pectorials, and then over ribs, and then over the flat of Greed's stomach. He likes this too, the ghost of a touch, a caress really, mapping out the rest of Greed's form on a very direct route down to his trousers, hovering there a moment, fingers forcing their way under cloth and scratching at Greed's hip, blunt nails leaving red sore trails ( ... )
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