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   Her presence is as fresh as newly birthed spring. One notable part of character no doubt brought out by her own nymph nature. Her movements innocent and frivolous as one might have imagined a being of myth to be, yet, countless artists and poets couldnât capture her entirety with words nor picture alone. So refreshing Autumn was, amusing that her name was referenced toward end of season life, a mere elated expression to part her ample tier equivalent to sunshine alone. Had it not been for his own stubbornness and resilience toward change, Gabriel may have fit into her life a bit easier. Rather being her opposite in most ways, he could conform to her bright disposition, become someone who could actually smile without a single hitch or forced attitude. Alas, this was not him and unlike female, life for him had not been an easy one. Like most, there had be bumps long stretch of road that bore his life, yet, unlike most -- he had not fully recovered from each; most of his steps adorn with thorns.
  Delicate is his touch, tracing here and there with a feather light semblance, mimicking what heâd seen but never what he could produce alone.  Itâd been like this for as long as he could recall, boy lacking what most would deem empathy toward others, preferring his solace over company of others. At least the company that lasted longer than needed, he hated those that lingered, those that thought that perhaps they could âmendâ him in some way. Yet, there wasnât and never would be something broken. She changes his perspective, if just faintly, makes him desire to linger instead of draw back; scent honey-like scent that seeps from her pores often intoxicating. An he hasnât touched her, at least in a sense of deep intimacy. Neglecting to taint a perfect angel if there ever was one until very last second. Until there resided no other option. He is dirtied, from tips of digit down to his toes, someone or perhaps something who doesnât deserve to remain so close.Â
  With a belated and drawn out sigh, breath released in a warm gust against femaleâs bare shoulder, Gabriel shifts to sit up -- keeping movement to minimal in order not to stir. âFor once, it looks like Iâve gotten the upper hand in waking up first.â He snorts, digit going to delve into her soft locks, pushing them free from her visage and uncovered shoulder. He leans in closer, tempted to take bite, sink teeth into her as easily as one does an apple, yet -- there is a cruelty about it; preying upon sleeping...well, prey. So, he withdraws, instead placing quick peck along her warm shoulder, humming against the skin, âWake up little fall bird, winter has not arrived yet.â