death of god's will

💌 I find you very a-peeling. 🍌 💌 This might sound cheesy, but I think you’re really grate. 🧀 💌 You take up so mushroom in my heart. 🍄 💌 You’re shrimply the best. 🦐 💌 I know it’s corny, but you’re a-maize-ing. 🌽

Gabriel's looking through a list on his phone, sitting in the empty church alone, having finished the tasks he's supposed to be doing. It's a very slow day at work. His pen scratches on the paper of the card in his hands before he folds it and watches it fly off.

💌 I whale always love you. 🐳

PUNNY PICK-UP LINES SENTENCE STARTERS

Well, at least he's lucky enough to be alone in his house when the notes start showing up. First one makes him chuckle softly and tuck it in his pocket. The second one manages to surprise him and the third one reveals that oh, it's going to be a whole thing.

The puns (helpfully translated by Spirale's systems) are pretty bad, but the gesture itself is so cute that he can't help himself from crumpling on the floor and hiding his face in his hands. It's almost concerning how much he is in love, when something as simple as cute puns absolutely disarms him like that.

He is so keeping all of these.

Once he can think without shifting into a puddle, Wukong picks up his own stack of letters and writes a reply.

They will succeed because to do otherwise is unthinkable.

"I used to think so, too. About Monkey King being able to get through anything on his own," He adds after a moment, voice much quieter. He's already gotten close to losing Monkey King forever too many times to say he wholeheartedly believes him to be invincible anymore. "But--"

...go there? It seems MK's prediction that they'd have to go into a cave was right.

He doesn't particularly sound like he's joking, but it's hard to tell with his full-body armor. A few months ago his appearance would have freaked her out further, but now it only makes her think of Selece and she fights back a smile.

Another pause, slightly too long, before he adds, "I am told, however, that the establishment known as"—his head dips; he's steeling himself to say the name—"'Burger Awakening'? remains reputable." Mortals and their lurid names... he's always found it tacky. "If you like noodles, however, there's a place at the intersection of Sycamore and Ramona that's quite good, in Golden." Macaque keeps dragging him to it on threat of putting noodles through his helmet holes.

"That ends my knowledge of the local dining scene." He tilts his head toward her slightly. "But I'm sure you'll find something you like here, young lady."

...though one of the reasons he stopped was the unpredictable eclipses. Confused strangers arbitrarily clipping into existence is kind of distracting.

Send me “⚜” for an aesthetic of your muse.

He's seen Wukong put his head back on after getting beheaded, after all, and that seems pretty generally fatal. Wukong's power dwarfs his own so completely that it's hard not to consider him untouchable; if Wukong wanted to fuck with Gabriel's Heaven or Hell, stopping him would have required intervention from a force much stronger than himself. Under other circumstances thinking about this would make him flush.

"Er. I'm no expert on how death works in your world." He may have once been the warden of Hell, but Wukong plays by very different rules. What would he have sentenced Wukong to? he wonders idly, then drops the train of thought, guilt carving through him. "I thought he could survive anything," he continues, feeling somewhat foolish and small. The same forces behind Spirale that kept him living this past year, now demanding his partner die. Unfair. "But it seems this is a different power altogether."

Ooh, what’s this? Pallets I spent entire night making to probably never use in a drawing? Yeah, I do that.