#gabriel devrau

I feel unknown, the ever still decay-

Come however you want to come.

And be, just be and don't look too far behind.

June Elezen 2026 - 26. Amuse + 27. Residence

"Why do you keep looking me in the eyes?"

"My huge tits are down here~."

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Empty eyes, lost memory. Light and noise assail the senses -

Soft blue moonlight streamed down from the clear night sky of Sharlayan above. The salted fresh scent from the harbor and the familiar lights twinkling along the cityscape of his home should have set him at ease. Yet, a heaviness pervaded his senses, finding himself unable to lift his eyes to the light above. To the hopeful light that shone in Cecilia’s gaze.

"I should have never returned here. The fact remains that I should have perished that night alongside everyone else. Unable to save even one.. I close my eyes and see their faces still..." Trembling hands closed into his fists at his sides, teeth clenching together, "What good is a doctor who can't save anyone?! Even before that because of me, Gabriel is..."

Characters: Gabriel Devrau, Arazul De'fleur, Ange B'londe and Charlotte Avignon.

Synopsis: Gabriel meets with the affluent Mr. Ange to learn about a new project he wishes to collaborate on.

Setting: Sharlayan, Diavolo building.

Warning: Suggestive language

Words: Ostentatious and brave

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Pale eyes peered upward as the two-story Diavolo building stood before Gabriel with the evening sun setting low enough to be caught in its overbearing shadow. It fit perfectly with typical Sharalyan architecture of white stone, a round dome rooftop and arched windows. The only particularly odd feature was that the window panes were tinted of such a dark hue that no one could see inside. He wiped a hand over his tired expression, taking a steady deep breathe in and releasing slowly. The researcher was doing his best to keep a brave face about the important meeting to come.

Nearby him, Arazul stood with one arm crossed over the other when he looked up to the building and back to Gabriel. A slender brow rose with a disapproving gleam to his calculating depths, “Are you sure about this, Gabriel...? This hardly seems worth missing a day at the Studium. It may well turn out to be no more than a scam.”

A weary sigh left the bigger man’s chest like he’d been being prodded by Arazul’s anxieties all afternoon, his wry smile crossing his features when he shrugged his broad shoulders, “Oh, come on. What the hell would he have to scam me out of anyway? I’m the son of a poor gleaner for Thaliak’s sake! It would have made more sense if he came to you. One of the city’s most admired bachelors~” His cheeky grin only widened, lips pursing soon after to give a teasing little whistle at the doctor whose frown was deepening as seconds passed, “You know, I think even old Professor Nigelbert gets a hard on every time you waltz on into class...or he would! If his bits still work…? I’m actually a little curious to know.”

“By the Twelve, you’re disgusting as ever. Just...just go already! Tell me all the details about your meeting with Mr. Ange later on.” With a dismissive wave of his hand, Dr. Arazul quickly set off in the opposite direction with a telltale stomp of his boots to signal his annoyance.

Lifting an arm for a cheerful wave, Gabriel delayed no further in knocking at the door of the Diavolo building which opened shortly after to admit him inside. The brunette immediately picked up subtle scent of sweet roses lingering all throughout the hallway, his eyes falling on the neatly arranged furnishings made of dark cherry wood perfectly designed for the space. Dark whimsical metal displays and abstract paintings that lined the walls left Gabriel’s head spinning with all the sights. To call the Diavolo offices ostentatious would be an understatement.

“This way please.” A silvered haired woman, Charlotte, donning a white laboratory coat guided him over to the largest office further in the back. That same quality of design and luxuriousness followed all throughout the space, if not more pronounced with the addition of old antiques that were kept on display behind large spotless panes of glass. Many of them appeared to be from different locations all over the star, “Mr. Devrau. Thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to meet with me.”

Red thin frames covering his eyes, Mr. Ange stood with his gloved hands interlaced over one another and a perfectly amiable smile on his features. His long white hair kept with not a strand out of place although the ends were of such a deep red as if to give the appearance of being dipped in freshly spilled blood. Gabriel blinked a few times and shook his head as if to keep himself from getting distracted, “Oh, sorry! A couple of friends of mine have very lovely homes...but all of *this* is on another level completely.” His tone left filled with his awe, “But yes, you mentioned your interest in collaborating on a project together.”

“Ah, so pleased you like my designs. Many of my friends find them much too gaudy for their tastes, but why spend all day in an office that’s going to bore you to death? All these objects, everyone and everything on this star has a fated place. Even you…That is all to say that I wish to work with you and a few others on this new ‘Project Dream’ of mine.”

Picking up a couple of manila folders filled with documents; Ange rounded the desk to present these out for Gabriel to take. The taller man took a moment to thumb through the many pages with a curious hum and gave a nod, “Alright, I’ll give it a look over and see. Even if it’s not my area of expertise, I’m sure I can...”

“Oh no, no…It won’t do to be anyone else but you. I’m very particular about who I choose to work with, you understand. Of course, you will be handsomely rewarded for all your efforts. Please take your time and come visit us again once you’ve come to a decision.”

Mr. Ange’s cordial smile never ceased while Gabriel’s mouth open and closed, unable to give any discernable words to the deluge of sudden thoughts flooding his mind, “Er...Y-yes, it may take me an evening or two to look through with my daily activities, but I’ll get back to you when I can.”

“Have a wonderful day, Mr. Devrau.”

A surreal blaze of neon lights enveloped them from the city beyond. Yet, it hardly ever mattered when that man was around. Something about his presence invited darkness to any space he occupied. A choking heaviness that filled the air around him. Even now, the patient tapping of heeled boots brought him ever closer. Gabriel sat forward, icy eyes narrowing with a tense furrow to brows when that familiar presence settled in the empty seat beside him.

“...There is no need to hide from me, Gabriel. Far be it from me to keep you from this little electric wonderland. Such a strong, permeating light. But if you ask me, it does not feel anything holy."

"You know what? Fuck you! I don't hide from anyone. I know full well you could come and find me any time. I might work for you, but I don't live for you. You should get that by now." Gabriel's curt came quickly, sparing nothing as usual.