RESURRECTION

placement of his hands allows him the chance to FEEL how gabriel relaxes into the kiss. it brings a SMILE to jack’s lips, pressed softly to gabe’s in an expression of—PRIDE, more than anything else, which comes from knowing the EASE in companion’s shoulders is brought on by act of affection as JACK gives it.

there’s a shuddering inhale as hands slide around him, HOLD him, keep him CLOSE— it’s a soft sound of RELIEF in act of affection as GABE gives it.

…though there’s something bittersweet in the kiss, & it’s knowing that this is what they had deserved, this is what they’d been robbed of—

in the back of his throat jack makes a KEENING noise, this coming moments before he reaffirms his grasp, shuffling a step closer & looping his arms around gabriel’s neck. there’s additional pressure in the kiss now, jack’s lower lip just FAINTLY trembling as he catches gabe’s own ;

                              SUE HIM, he’s missed this—                      it’s been a WHILE since anyone touched him without intention to HURT—

                                               ( he hopes this doesn’t prove the same as all the rest. )

   Gabriel wouldn’t dare to even think of harming Jack now, idea put to rest in the recesses of his mind where they hopefully would remain buried. The cool steel of claws dip just below the hem of the shirt they rest against. He offers a grin into the kiss and breaks it just long enough to mumble a tone of light teasing. 

   “If I didn’t know better, I would say you have missed me.” 

   It may be a taunt but really he had missed Morrison just as much if not more. A wicked violence had dug its talons into the back of his skull and yanked free common sense and rational thinking long before the fall, going through motions without feeling. 

   Here in the other man’s arms he can find emotion finally blossoming back to life, and for once he would rather keep it going instead of killing it off.

LETS PLAY A GAME OF THIS OR THAT?

Send me a NUMBER for your muse to : 014. — Push my muse roughly.

   The motion surprises him, a step and a half bringing the wraith forward before he plants a boot into the ground and rounds on someone so very bold. Beneath bone-white guise a snarl littered with fangs is brought to bear as Reaper returns the action in full. However, the follow-through after his returned push is claws coiling around her throat and back connecting to the wall, cool metal vice in its hold.