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The place was dark and gloomy and probably looked like one of the places that was the setting for some cheap horror film. Well, they were dead so he guessed it technically could be. And now they had a very much living woman with a very much dead spirit attached to her stepping into their home. It didn’t even sound believable in his head and yet, here he was. When he was alive, he would have thought he was absolutely crazy. Now it wasn’t so much of an odd thought. “Oh yeah, I absolutely was not. I think Beau, my roommate, is the only one of us that actually might just like it like this. It’s very much his aesthetic.” It kind of made him laugh. This was not the kind of place Angel and Orion would have stayed in when they were alive and here they were staying in it now. He guessed they didn’t really have much of a choice. Plus, when you thought you weren’t going to be staying long, you didn’t exactly put much effort into where you were staying. And Angel did not expect to be here that long at all. He was sure he would be back to leading people to Charon in no time. Without Gabby’s presence. That certainly made a knot form in his throat that he swallowed down to forget about it.
“Well, I don’t know if glasses should be around you since you’re so clumsy. So, in honor of you, I present to you plastic wine glasses.” He pulled them out with a flourish as if they were a gift from the gods. Although he knew what the hell was causing all of her so-called clumsiness, she didn’t. That soul did not want to leave her, but he was going to try his best to make it easier for her while he was around. “It is. So we shouldn’t waste any time in getting to the roof. I know it doesn’t look sturdy, but I’ve tested it for tonight specifically.” Which probably sounded so weird now that he said it out loud. Why the hell was he being so fucking weird? Angel had been so used to being able to talk to anyone he was interested with ease. Maybe him having such difficulty talking to Gabby had to do with the death. Yeah, that was exactly what he would blame it on for now.
The longer she looked around, the more she decided that she liked the home Angel lived in. Something about depth and darkness drew her in and with every Gothic styled detail, briefly she wondered how rude he might think it if she left to collect her camera from her own home. That wasn’t why she was here though and the longer he spoke about Beau, the more certain she was that any photograph could wait. “I like it,” She concluded, casting one final look around the entry of the home before hues brought themselves back to her reason for being here in the first place. The sight of him twisting something within the pit of her stomach that felt something like sunlight, which made, absolutely no sense to her. Then again, as laughter split her features, it made all the more sense. “Right, no you’re right.. Glasses are probably a terrible idea.” The plastic wine glasses a touch that almost seemed, endearing.
“You tested the roof?” The curiosity in her voice soft, untouched and almost entirely out of shock that he would almost literally go out of his way. like that. Almost sheepishly she smiled, a little more aware of everything around her than she might usually have been now, her fingers tightened around the bottle in her hand. “The tour of the house can wait, show me this view you were talking about then.”


















