Gabriel stood there wordless for a good few minutes, simply looking at the familiar before him as every single emotion he felt flashed across his face - confusion, understanding, happiness, confusion again, fear, anger, disappointment, etc. It was as if his eyes lit up and told everything going on within him while everything else about him stayed unchanging and even more distant than before. It was probably odd seeing such a towering figure seem this disconnected, seemingly staying in this realm only by the heaviness of the Doctor Martens he was wearing. Slowly a clarity settled on his features as if he had come to some sort of understanding within himself, oddly enough the light of emotions slowly dimming again. âAh.â
Looking towards his photographer, who was on the phone, he looked back and realised he owed some sort of answers to this pink haired male. âGabriel,â he spoke finally, figuring that was enough for now and then remembered he was in Korea, âGabriel Joon, so call me by whatever name. I tend to react to both.â There was no smile or warmth, simply distance as somehow all of this news was a full on assault on the barriers he build up around himself. His closed off self feeling someone rattle at the doors and demanding entrance - he did not expect it nor was he sure what to think of it. âWitch is just fine. I donât really think the terms are gendered, even if many argue differently. Their own bias speaking,â he spoke and finally raised his hand to mess with his hair a bit, a small sign of how inwardly he was panicking as he didnât know what to do. There was joy in there too, but also sadness that this male was destined for him - a witch, who didnât follow the family line. A witch, who barely understood their connection to the element of air. A witch, who struggled and had caused the other pain. Gabriel struggled for composure, even if his voice stayed detached from the world around him.Â
After all this time, Kitty should have known whatever day dream he conjured up about meeting his witch wouldnât have matched reality. He had hoped for a smile, maybe a sweet laugh, and on his loneliest days he thought maybe heâd get a hug. It would have been a happy occasion as the fated pair could finally be together. Yes, the familiar hated that he left a family he loved so dearly, but fulfilling his duties as a familiar to a witch that needed him was a deep desire he couldnât leave unchecked. But those were just dreams. The reality hit him like a slap to the face. The pair stood there staring at each other silently for minutes as the witch went through whatever he was experiencing. Kitty wasnât the best when it came to ready human expressions, but he did catch onto one that crossed the witchâs face that left the familiar with a heavy heart. Silver eyes didnât miss the disappointment, the anger, the confusion. Kitty wasnât good enough for this witch.Â
Even listening to Gabriel Joon became too much for the familiar to handle. The otherâs bland, lifeless tone gave away nothing. After all these years, after spending day after day searching for him, Joon looked at Kitty like the familiar and their bond meant absolutely nothing and that..that hurt more than the familiar thought it would. His eyes betrayed them with the hot sting of tears creeping up into the corners. âYouâre disappointed,â Kitty croaked, rough voice with barely hidden distressed. âMoons, I was such an idiot.â Kitty mumbled more to himself as he turned away to hide the fact that he was hastily wiping away tears. He had given up everything, absolutely everything for this man. The long hours working at the 7/11 to help pay for a shitty apartment so he could live in the same city as his witch meant nothing. Leaving loved ones behind meant nothing. His heart ached unbearably. The only thing left to do was leave as the familiar no longer wanted to spend time in his witchâs presence. They had met and he knew the manâs name which was all Kitty originally wanted. Turning back around to stare at Joon, Kittyâs eyes held a watery glare. âIâm sorry to have wasted your time, but if youâll excuse me I have somewhere to be,â he lied, shifting his backpack again ready to flee from the airport and forgot about that this ever happened.Â