#tcuched

First of all: y’all thirsty.

violentnonretirement replied to your post He’s not going to comment on the monster fucking. We all know Gabriel...”

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“Yes, Jack?”

tcuched replied to your post “He’s not going to comment on the monster fucking. We all know Gabriel...”

'anything' you say, boss? ��

*whines in irish* (ilu tho)

“You think that’s gonna make me beg? Jackass.”

The glare Gabriel gives the other man is scorching, and he growls in annoyance; his stomach, too, rumbles to join the conversation, but Gabriel dutifully ignores it. He can ignore hunger.

As tempting as it is to shove the man’s smug goddamn face in his plate of food. Gabriel isn’t entirely sure he won’t, if he ever gets close enough.

Fucking asshole.

Slowly, Gabriel gets to his feet and stretches his arms above his head, a poor attempt to work some of the stiffness out of his muscles. Whatever they drugged him with however-long-the-fuck-ago still hums under his skin, the remnants of it making him too sluggish for his liking. But he peers at his capturer anyway, eyes dark and stormy. Just you wait.

yoo pass the popcorn my way too? ��

An amused hum from the old soldier as he regards the question. 

“An assortment of things, really. Wish I had Emi’s talent at programming, Tracer’s talent at graffiti art. She got to do a whole mural, by the way- it was on our south wall. I still got pictures.”

A fond smile, reaching up to rub his hand over his mouth and chin in an absent gesture.

“I wish I had Gabe’s creativity when it came to costumes and sewing, Reinhardt’s boundless enthusiasm. I wish I had Ana’s talent at picking out teas, and the perfect birthday presents.”

A gentle shrug.

“These talents helped define them- I was always the mayo of the group anyway. Kinda bland, and just there as a spread.”

“I’m giving you SOUND advice. What you chose to do with it is on YOU.” Ky didn’t care either way how this went, but he was at least voicing his thoughts on the matter. So, that was at least a plus on his part... if only for the moment.      “Just remember that I TOLD you so.”

“Such a shame,” he said, lips forming into a thin-line. “We used to be such friends.” His tone  lowered slightly as Nergal pondered  over his next  words. This wasn’t the John who summoned him years ago, but yes - he still  could prove useful. It was just a matter of applying the right pressure.      “We can be so again, Hellblazer.” Nergal  purposefully withheld the other’s true name; for sake of ease rather than respect for his current predicament. “Would you like that? We could accomplish much together.”

A rumbling at his side sees him delve a hand into his pocket. Frowning at this, he expecting to be disturbed during what his handlers supervisors had declared was his free time, taking care to grip the sides of the phone in a pincer-like grasp as he raises it above his head for inspection. Head veering sideways, after a minute of contemplation, he unlocks the screen with a side-wards swipe of finger, revealing in the process an unexpected… gift…

It was a rare thing for him to see the ghost without his mask, let alone without his coat or any other garments for that matter. And yet here he was, witnessing the wraith in his most natural state, posing in an image that should infuriate those who held onto some measure of decorum. He, too, should be broiling over this, but rather than be filled with anger, a different sort of passion began to rage within him. A feeling that he hadn’t experienced in months– possibly years, given how long he spent beneath Talon’s thumb.

“Got to f i n d… the ghost!” Declaring his intent out loud, John absently drops the phone, which cracks and falls apart as soon as it hits the floor. It could’ve been useful in helping to track down Reaper, but it was evidently forgotten about. And the same goes for his magic, too; a simple scrying spell could assist him in divining the man’s location within minutes. As helpful as all this was, his scattered thoughts would eventually settle for yet another available option. And what was to try and seek out the wraith on foot.

After all, it shouldn’t too hard a task to do….right?

He’s never before participated in these kind of activities, when he was interested; he’d show it. When someone else was interested, he’d know. But teasing John has become something akin to a part-time job, something to waste time with.

Well, that and it was proving to be fairly interesting, too.

He’s not sure how he knows that John is looking for him- or maybe it’s to be expected. When blessed with a gift such as this, it’s not very surprising to find out that the one who received said gift is searching for him with all his might.

His mask is nowhere to be seen, probably just turned into smoke to make things easier- and it’s not like he wears the mask constantly either. Regardless, he had donned his clothes again, shoving his hood over his head and slipping out of his room, throwing his phone onto his desk before leaving the room and letting it lock behind him.

He found John pretty easily and Reaper swirled over to him with a grin, all fangs and teasing.

“Looks like you liked my little gift.” he purrs, pressing John against the wall and moving closer; their faces only inches away from each other. He lets his gaze wander across John’s facial features before pulling away and visibly checking him out.

“You can have the real thing. Even touch it, if you want.” his grins widens, and he’s pressing closer again, letting their breaths mingle together.