Hi :) I wanted to try that drabble ship thingy... You already know me, I am blond, short hair, biologically female, nickname is lissy and I have blue eyes. I like a lot, like singing and telling stories and rain and cats. I hate cheese when its not on pizza or a burger. I´m 16 but I look and seem older ;) I don´t care if you ship me with a male or female character, as long as its not Meta-douche I´m good ;) Miss ya and thx :) Lissy from jib
Hi you! I think I’d NEVER ship someone with Meta-douche, ever! I’m a horrible person, but not that horrible! ;PI ship you with Gabriel.(and, nope, brevity hasn’t found me yet… give her my address, pliz? Also, this came out unusually fluffy and spiritual, don’t ask me why…)“Pfff… you can’t.”“Oh, well, maybe. But try me.”“No, really, Lissy, that’s not humanly possible. Learn when to take a NO, kiddo!”Gabriel looks at you and you wonder, not for the first time, how something so old, so impossibly ancient and powerful can manage to look like a five years old about to throw a tantrum. Knowing him a bit, and you can say you do, it’s probably because he is about to do exactly that, but you are serious about this. He needs to be reminded that, sometimes, simple, plain humans like you can still surprise an angel. And something tells you you can do this, something that you can’t really pinpoint something that you felt the first time you met him, when you realized immediately that the guy in the corner, watching your neighbor’s apartment spill cats from every door and window, was not just another casual bystander.Your neighbor was a horrible, petty man, you knew it, your family knew it, and everyone hated him, but no one had anything tangible against him. You knew it had been him who had gotten the two girls evicted from 23b, just because he didn’t like them and just because he had the power to do that, you knew it was him who kept refusing to vote in favor of that access ramp for Mrs Klein, just because it would have forced him to park his car on the other side of the street, and you were absolutely sure it had been him who had left around the poisoned food that had almost killed two of the stray cats who lived around the block. So, when his apartment had been invaded by dozens of cats, from big ginger monsters to cute grey kittens, apparently coming out of nowhere, you had found it just perfect, really. Even better when animal control had come and all the cats had been gone, but the house… Oh you’d seen the house: it was a mess, every surface scratched and ruined beyond recognition, and the only thing that had been left intact, open but unscratched under the bed, was a box filled with documents.Your neighbor had been arrested for financial fraud and no one had found a plausible explanation for the incredible cats invasion. No one but you. You had watched the strange man in the corner of the hallway smile, and you had known immediately something was different with him.“So.. how did you do that, exactly?”It was not a usual icebreaker, but it had worked. You like him better when he’s just the Trickster, because when he gets all high and mighty and Gabrielesque, sometimes you really want to punch him, hard and fast, even if that would end you up with a broken hand. So you learnt how to take him down in other ways, get him to admit your’re right, for example, works wonders for his ego (and, admittedly, for yours too).This time is different. This time you could lose more than him, if you’re wrong, but something tells you everything is going to be… Not fine, great.“If that’s not possible, then it’s not. But I tell you I can.”“It’s not a joke. You’ll die.”“No I won’t.”It goes on a while, he knows you, and you know him, and it’s hard to argue when you only have your strange feeling as a proof, but in the end you trick him into a dead end, and the argument is yours.In front of you there’s Garbriel, just your Gabriel, and he looks sad, almost defeated. Then something happens around him, there is light all around him and around you and his eyes find yours, gold against blue, like an anchor, a fixed point in a maelstrom of power and the smell of rain, and gold and a perfect G major and… You can’t see, not really, not anymore, but it doesn’t hurt, and even without sight you can sense his eyes (are there… how many of those does he have now?) on you and they are filled with something that looks like genuine surprise and joy, and something else, something that fills you with warmth and just a little bit of fear.It’s over in just a moment, just a heartbeat, but it’s enough.You saw him.He saw you.And it’s not like you don’t appreciate his human form, you have come to love his voice, his nose, the way he walks and the way his hand traces your face sometimes, like he’s trying to read you, memorize you, no, you love his vessel, but you finally saw him. The real Gabriel, and right now you can’t tell if it’s beautiful or horrifying, if he’s light or fire, but he’s what you felt in the hallway, all those months ago, and the missing piece of the puzzle, and the final page of your favourite book, and all the tears and laughter in the world. He runs to you, his hand on your cheek, as always.“Lissy, please tell me you’re ok…”“You’re ok.” He laughs, but it’s short and, for once, not mocking. You can see concern in his eyes now, but it’s washing away quickly.“You can see me. That’s… Lissy, I think you’re a vessel. One of mine, I mean.”“And I just think I’m simply special, thank you.”“No, really, you probably are a vessel, and…”“And you’re not thinking of that, I hope, because-”“No!”Gabriel wraps you in the tightest hug he ever gave you and you are startled, for a moment.“No, I would never, ever…” You almost miss the next sentence, spoken soft, against the top of your head. “I’d die before I lose you.”For once, you don’t know how to answer.
