#cursebcund

     ....Why did he have to look at him like that? He almost preferred the skeleton version of this man. Why did he have to look so...attractive...? Bloody hell what was wrong with him? He needed to get a grip. One problem at a time right?

          Time was relative for Gabriel.  There were things he was doing now, things he had done, and things he would do later—and sometimes those things overlapped. He’d done his fair share of skipping around the timeline (sometimes for business, sometimes for pleasure) but lately he’d been content to experience time as it unfolded linearly.   Maybe he was getting old.

          But because he’d been dabbling in linear time he was able to pinpoint—without doubt or hesitation—when he caught a glimpse of a familiar face.  A familiar face he’d last seen a hundred years ago (give or take a decade).  More interesting still: it was a human face.  Or had been, back when they’d first met.

          And because Gabriel was relatively certain he was experiencing time linearly and that he didn’t need to worry about things like ‘being abrupt’ or ‘not making a scene’ he had no problem confirming what he knew was true. Loudly. “Blake!”  He called, waving one arm over his head as he elbowed his way past a young couple window shopping and taking up the entire sidewalk as they did so. “It’s you!  That’s wild! It’s been, what?  A hundred years?”  His voice inexplicably got louder as he approached instead of quieter.  It wasn’t until they were face to face that Gabriel settled for speaking at a normal volume.

“There ya go, that’s what I like to hear,” the wolf chuckled a little. “So... You wanna fill me in on what happened? Seemed kinda down when I wandered over--”

@cursebcund​ 

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