Gabriel rolled his eyes while he waited for Ray in a bar in the centre of Arcadia. He was very well ware that he was not exactly Ray's favorite person in the world to talk too and therefore he wondered why Ray had even texted him that they needed to talk. Unless he was unsatisfied with something of course. Gabriel took a deep breath and just in case he already ordered a cognac. One could never be too prepared. 

Public: 

public

[ because that seems about right for the tone of their conversations... *sage nodding* also that might freak ray out.  pfft. ]

Mina tilted her head to study her brother with furrowed eyebrows. Thinking quickly, she ran at him and leapt into his lap.

Curling her arms around his neck, she laid her head against his cheek. “No no. No bah humbug, Mr. Scrooge. We could always cut a deal. I won’t make you wear the tights if you’ll come out an make snow angels with me.” She tipped her head just enough to look up at Ray’s face.

What would someone have to do to get in your pants?

🍪 what did you want to be as a kid, and what do you want to be now?

i wanted to be a hunter.  like my mom and pop...  they were... amazing.  i’ve never seen anyone work together like they did.  and they were so in love... they taught us everything they knew -- we learned a few things ourselves along the way.  but they also taught us the important things...

...family, honesty, loyalty, courage, justice.

look, i know that kids are supposed to want to be astronauts, or firemen, or doctors, or... well, whatever.  but the truth is, you want to be those things because you believe in them or what they stand for... the spirit to step into the unknown, the bravery to plunge into the fire and save a life, the caring hands to heal hurts... but my folks?  they were all of those things.  i didn’t really need to look anywhere else to find a hero to idolise... or values to inspire me.

i had them.

😪 what are you sick of?

hurting the people i love...

🐝 what’s your worst trait? how are you planning to improve it?

it’s still fresh, and... tempting... to fall back into that status quo where nothing mattered other than... killing.  i was... angry.  at everything.  at the world.  at the vampires and werewolves and witches.  mostly... at myself...  so the solution was pretty simple.  or it seemed that way at the time.  but in the end... i almost lost everything because of it.  

for a text my muse would send to yours.

[imessage]: I appreciate your help with my search for my sister. 

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

Remy: I’d like to thank you for your help the other day. 

Remy: Face to face

Remy: Could we perhaps meet up sometime?