#gasme

“Not since Belle did anyone ever invoke such feelings in me. I’ve run it over in my mind a hundred times and yet I still have no answer for why you have. The nearest I have come to is either because there is much in common shared between us, or perhaps I have found comfort in another who understands the demons eating away at the back of our minds. Though I did not understand at the time why you hounded me the way you did when we first met, and I could not help but loathe you then, I am thankful that you did.

I understand you have one who keeps you warm at night, and you have many ambitions which have risen you from the place you once were, I am still glad for this. I have nothing but happiness for you in what you have managed to accomplish. Even if I may not be the one who shares your bed, or brings a smile to your lips in those private moments, the feelings I have for you will always remain. I will be content enough with in your presence, despite the harsh words we may continue to share. I’ve grown rather fond of them.”

Gabe and Esme

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ | Sexual Attraction✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ | Romantic Attraction✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ | Crushing✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ | Squishing✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ | Sensual Attraction✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ | Aesthetic Attraction

There is a lot of attraction here and although it was a rocky start, he appreciates what he sees. A romantic relationship is one he’s considered multiple times and is torn on. However, he is comfortable in the position they are with each other.

Either way, he’s still going to appreciate the moments and the eye full he gets, mhmmm.

He would find it very suspicious and odd, considering their agreed relationship, and knowing her stance on such romantic relationships. He would probably suspect she accidentally took a whiff of some Crown Chemical Co perfume and might even chide her for that.

In honest, I am not certain what he would do if she said such words to him in earnest, or how exactly he would react outside of heavy suspicion. He might even feel some amount of relief, once the shock and suspicion wore off? I’m not certain.

Its no secret he carries feelings for Esme, and he has told her as much, but its not so much in the way of storybook love as its a shared understanding, having shared similar history and betrayals. Even though they had a very rocky start, and he didn’t want to give her the time of day, the more he got to know her, the more he has come to actually enjoy her company, even if disagreements and annoyances between them still pop up (he might even do it on purpose just to get a rise out of her). Regardless, he has even allowed her some of his trust, which is a rare thing for him to give anyone.

In short, I’m not sure. It would certainly be an interesting twist.

"Scared?" Gabriel whirlled upon the woman and stared her down with a cold, deadly grey gaze. "Scared?!" He repeated, bellowing the word as his anger began to bubble and seethe.

"Careful preparation and patience does not equal fear, parrot," he spat, his face inches from hers and no doubt spittle would make it upon her cheek as he did.

Esme defiantly glared back at him, not budging an inch nor flinching. Even with his anger, she did not back down in fear. She was far too stubborn for that, and it did not surprise the man one bit. To further show her arrogance, her chin lifted and her nose wrinkled.

"-Esme-! Then why has it taken you decades to do it? Years you have had and yet they still continue to roam. If it were me-"

"If it were -you-?" he snapped, cutting her off. "Yes, parrot. Let us talk about if it -were- you." The words were hissed. "You would have either gotten yourself killed due to arrogance or run scared like you are doing now."

Her cheeks flushed a dark red and anger filled her expression. A finger was jabbed into his chestguard as she shouted, “I am not scared of anything!” Her other hand curled into a fist in anger at the accusation and she looked about ready to punch him.

"Then why does Karsteth still live?"

The name gave her pause, its effects upon her clear as day. For just a brief moment, a twinge of something crossed her features: Surprise and fear. It was gone in an instant as she quickly regained herself and retained that glare, though now it was more defiant. “Because I am still in the planning stages and the opportunity has not yet arisen.” She was such a bad liar.

He scoffed at that and narrowed his eyes as he straightened himself, pulling his face away from hers. As much as she had wanted to hide it, the fear that name carried for her was still caught. “And you dare call -me- the scared one.”

Her cheeks puffed out, displaying a pout and her lips twitched into a scowl. Her hand twitched into a fist and she looked about ready to deck him. However, she withheld the action she so wanted to do and countered with, “Then why have you still not told Tyllanthus about what happened?”

With the mention of -that- name, the rogue’s eyes flashed and he issued a snarl at her. She had obviously hit a soft point, much like he had her, causing a smug look to cross her features.