Meine gabe
I was talking with a German friend about her cat. Her cat is called Gabe. And she told me that, in German, "gabe" could mean "gift". I couldn't resist.
There is two "Meine gabe".
Because there is two people who have seen him as a gift.
Lucifer and Crowley.
First
Title: Meine gabe.
Rating: PG... ish
Pairing: Lucifer/Gabriel
Spoilers: Hammer of the God... Maybe
Warnings: u_u wannabe poetry
Meine Gabe
You know what “gabe” means in German, don’t you?
Of course you do. How could you not? It was my idea, when Babel fell and human’s languages had been dissociated, I slip your name into one of them. With this special meaning.
Because that’s what you were for me. Meine gabe.
Michael had Raphael, the two wises, the reflective. The obedient sons, the good boys.
So He gave you to me. My little bouncing brother. So living, curious and clever. My student, my legacy. You were meine gabe, my gift.
With you, I should not be alone anymore, I should not feel left out.
And even when I fell, even when I was locked, in my heart, in my grace, you were still my little one, my little light.
So, in the end, of course it had to be me. It always had to be me.
Because after all, you were maid to me mine, forever.
Meine Gabe, my gift.
Second
Title: There is no justice, no Fate, no Karma.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Crowley/Gabriel
Spoilers: Hammer of the God... Maybe
Warnings: u_u wannabe poetry
I was no angel, I've always knew that.
I've always been a self-serving ambitious bastard. I sold my soul for a bunch of gold and a little pride and I never regret it. Never.
I went down to Hell, because Heaven was never an option. I didn't belong there, I've always knew that too.
And deep down in the frozen heart of the Pit, I've been broken so easily. In fact, I didn't even resist, there was no point in that. I belonged here. I've never lied to myself, it's pointless and dangerous. All I wanted was survival. And power. And I've had it all.
I've drown myself in pain with an incredible ease. But I never begged. I closed my eyes when his blade sliced into my damaged soul and I waited. Actually, I tried to enjoy it, comforting myself and hoping it would end faster if I didn't resist. It was hard 'cause he was the best. How much he made me scream... I even feel a bit nostalgic thinking about this old time, when Alastair and I had those little talk as I was on his rack. Oh dear, he knew how to make me sing with all my voice until I had none to howl in pain. But. I. Never. Begged. That's certainly why, at this time, he liked me.
Eventually, I ended enjoying it, as I wanted to. And when he offered me his razor for the first time, I didn't even hesitate a second before taking it. Not because I wanted it to end, not because of the awful pain he was giving to me. Because I wanted to. Because I've finally found the solution, the light.
I've had been a poor example of human; but what human condition had to give? Death. Humans were short-lived, limited. But here I've had the best opportunity to become something more. So I took the blade and dived into sin.
I damned myself as much as I could. And I enjoyed it so much. But you know that, don't you?
That's why I didn't really expected something like you. You literally befell me.
First I thought I was dead. I thought fate finally found me and my karma was on its way. After all, it would have made sense, you being here to end the life of the King of the Crossroads who had damned so much soul to Hell.
But you just hanged around, as if I was a fun way to spend your time. Maybe there is no justice, no fate, no karma. How someone like me could have gain someone like you? It was and will always be an aberration. One of the biggest.
But after all, you've always been capricious and I've always been quite exotic.
I don't know if our time was what they call happiness, but I think it was the closest thing I could experienced.
I was dark, pain, sin and all dedicated to my work and goals.
You were light, laugh, reckless and seeking for pleasure before anything else. You needed to be surprised because you were so ancient than virtually nothing could surprise you.
I guess I could.
I think justice doesn't exist or I would never had you.
Your name, this word, "gabe".
I'm not sure you could ever know how much I miss you. You were the most surprising and wonderful gift I've ever had.
I wish you could come back like your annoying brother does.
You'll stay meine gabe, my gift. The only one I've ever wanted, the only one I've ever regretted.
There is two "Meine gabe".
Because there is two people who have seen him as a gift.
Lucifer and Crowley.
First
Title: Meine gabe.
Rating: PG... ish
Pairing: Lucifer/Gabriel
Spoilers: Hammer of the God... Maybe
Warnings: u_u wannabe poetry
Meine Gabe
You know what “gabe” means in German, don’t you?
Of course you do. How could you not? It was my idea, when Babel fell and human’s languages had been dissociated, I slip your name into one of them. With this special meaning.
Because that’s what you were for me. Meine gabe.
Michael had Raphael, the two wises, the reflective. The obedient sons, the good boys.
So He gave you to me. My little bouncing brother. So living, curious and clever. My student, my legacy. You were meine gabe, my gift.
With you, I should not be alone anymore, I should not feel left out.
And even when I fell, even when I was locked, in my heart, in my grace, you were still my little one, my little light.
So, in the end, of course it had to be me. It always had to be me.
Because after all, you were maid to me mine, forever.
Meine Gabe, my gift.
Second
Title: There is no justice, no Fate, no Karma.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Crowley/Gabriel
Spoilers: Hammer of the God... Maybe
Warnings: u_u wannabe poetry
I was no angel, I've always knew that.
I've always been a self-serving ambitious bastard. I sold my soul for a bunch of gold and a little pride and I never regret it. Never.
I went down to Hell, because Heaven was never an option. I didn't belong there, I've always knew that too.
And deep down in the frozen heart of the Pit, I've been broken so easily. In fact, I didn't even resist, there was no point in that. I belonged here. I've never lied to myself, it's pointless and dangerous. All I wanted was survival. And power. And I've had it all.
I've drown myself in pain with an incredible ease. But I never begged. I closed my eyes when his blade sliced into my damaged soul and I waited. Actually, I tried to enjoy it, comforting myself and hoping it would end faster if I didn't resist. It was hard 'cause he was the best. How much he made me scream... I even feel a bit nostalgic thinking about this old time, when Alastair and I had those little talk as I was on his rack. Oh dear, he knew how to make me sing with all my voice until I had none to howl in pain. But. I. Never. Begged. That's certainly why, at this time, he liked me.
Eventually, I ended enjoying it, as I wanted to. And when he offered me his razor for the first time, I didn't even hesitate a second before taking it. Not because I wanted it to end, not because of the awful pain he was giving to me. Because I wanted to. Because I've finally found the solution, the light.
I've had been a poor example of human; but what human condition had to give? Death. Humans were short-lived, limited. But here I've had the best opportunity to become something more. So I took the blade and dived into sin.
I damned myself as much as I could. And I enjoyed it so much. But you know that, don't you?
That's why I didn't really expected something like you. You literally befell me.
First I thought I was dead. I thought fate finally found me and my karma was on its way. After all, it would have made sense, you being here to end the life of the King of the Crossroads who had damned so much soul to Hell.
But you just hanged around, as if I was a fun way to spend your time. Maybe there is no justice, no fate, no karma. How someone like me could have gain someone like you? It was and will always be an aberration. One of the biggest.
But after all, you've always been capricious and I've always been quite exotic.
I don't know if our time was what they call happiness, but I think it was the closest thing I could experienced.
I was dark, pain, sin and all dedicated to my work and goals.
You were light, laugh, reckless and seeking for pleasure before anything else. You needed to be surprised because you were so ancient than virtually nothing could surprise you.
I guess I could.
I think justice doesn't exist or I would never had you.
Your name, this word, "gabe".
I'm not sure you could ever know how much I miss you. You were the most surprising and wonderful gift I've ever had.
I wish you could come back like your annoying brother does.
You'll stay meine gabe, my gift. The only one I've ever wanted, the only one I've ever regretted.