#gabriel01

location: outskirts of crash market

The act of betrayal was easy. 

She hadn’t hesitated, as she never had. As she never would. Because people like her couldn’t afford to gamble with a maneuver on the board, couldn’t afford to spare a second for silly sentiments like morality. So the decision had been easy — and if she could go back in time, she would have done the same. 

But even with that knowledge, it was the aftermath that was difficult. The betrayal that seemed to make his eyes bright with anger when Gabriel had realized. The disbelief. She thought it was funny, how heat was depicted as red when the hottest part of the flame burned blue. Kenna had almost staggered with relief when he’d walked away, content to lock the memory into storage along with other boxes marked by humanity. 

She should have known that the gods did not forget. 

It was on the outskirts of the market that she spotted him — more unkempt than the last time they’d met, but still wearing the air of a man accustomed to victory. It was a shock, even as she had recognized his photograph weeks earlier among intel on the rest of the crew. She’d deigned to ignore it back then — a mistake, as Kenna found her default open smile frozen on her lips as their gazes met. 

After a beat, she composed herself, striding over to him, the train of her skirts picking up sand as she walked. “Alexander. Gözümün nuru.” The corners of her mouth curled upwards as the endearment rolled off her tongue. If there was a hint of irony in her lilt, then surely it was a mere trick of the wind. “You look well.” 

With: Gabriel Rojas

@rojjaas​

“You ever think about how music can literally transcend time? Almost all these people are either six feet under or ashes in an urn, yet their talent, their dreams, their lyrics, their music, their passion still live on. It still constantly amazes me,” Nina said, an almost giddy smile forming on her lips as she looked towards her curly-haired friend, a music lover same as herself. Nina felt so comforted once she found people who could relate to her love for music, because she could talk about it the entire day if she was permitted. It was probably one of the few times Nine would turn into such a chatterbox. “Gosh, I love this man,” she said as she held up the Don McLean record in one hand before raising the other one.”Yay or nay?” Nina asked as she showed Gabe the Sister Rosetta Tharpe record. “There is only one correct answer here, Padawan. Don’t disappoint me,” she teasingly added. 

@mxsterofdelusixn​

The catcalls.

The insults.

The laughter.

Cheshire heard every little word and noise that the Wonderland residents made towards him. And he knew the things that said and the stuff they felt. Every emotion that others felt towards him was validated, but it still irked him. Nobody truly understood the cat’s motives. And no one truly understood why his fall from godhood had been so ungraceful.

Since the eventful winter event and the shrill laugh from the mirror, everyone knew about Cheshire’s descent into madness and the failure of the cat that everyone had feared. Now everyone jeered him and mocked him for his disobedience.

And worst. They laughed. They laughed so much because Cheshire had fallen so far. Their curiosities were often too much for him and included things like “What did you do to be sent to the dog house?” and “How does it feel to be thrown aside?”

“How does it feel to not have a purpose?”

The latest questions had broken him. Everything came crashing onto the cat all at once. His anger had slowly been building, boiling until the steam shrieked from his ears. Cheshire finally had enough and teleported away from civilization, away from people, away from everything and found himself as a recluse in the Arburlan Forest. He stood alone and screamed and screamed and screamed until his voice was becoming hoarse. No one understood the cat’s motives. And not a soul could because he would never tell them.

Coughing through the pain, Cheshire pulled out a tiny golden hoop. Teeth audibly gritted together as his hand tightening around the tiny piece of jewelry, feeling the tiny needle prick his palm. “I just wanted-”

Falling forward, Cheshire landed on his knees as desperate hands claws at the forest floor, scraping at the grass and dirt and scratching the tips of his fingers. Heat stung the corner of his eyes, and warmth dripped down his cheeks as he found himself in absolute. For once, Cheshire believed he deserved this.

James nodded, despite not really understanding. Fucking right he loved Griff, but the little shite wouldn’t earn a speech. His tangents were typically saved for quidditch. “Made the mistake of getting caught by ‘im babysitting my cousin’s cat. All good the first few minutes but learning ‘bout the one’s weird allergies and the posh diet he’s got ‘im on? No,” James said, shaking his head from side to side. “Maybe I’m just a shite listener, who knows.”