“Depends on who you ask,” Zander’s smile just widened,
“I personally have to say you covering as a trickster was rather impressive. The few angels I’ve met have been kind of… how can I say this nicely - had their heads up their asses. No fun. At all,” he chuckled, then held his hands up to show him he meant no harm,
“But before you consider whether to smite me or not - I’d rather you don’t.”
He stepped a little closer and offer his hand to shake,
“I’m Zander and if you haven’t figured it out yet - a Trickster,” he grinned.
“Right,” Gabriel said, amused, slotting his hand into Zander’s and shaking firmly before bringing out a Snickers and unwrapping it.
“Well, most angels do have their head’s up their asses. Why else would you think I stopped hanging out with my family?” Gabriel tossed the wrapper away and nodded at Zander.
“What are you doing in Dallas? I wasn’t aware there were any Tricksters here.”
Zander was sitting on the very edge on top of one of the smaller buildings in Dallas, legs dangling over the side as he looked over the main street. People were buzzing around and occasionally he would create little pools of pure ice and they’d suddenly slide around like iceskaters. It was highly amusing until someone caught his eye.
Someone that had just popped up out of thin air. He stood up and skipped down to the streets below, scaring up some people that saw him appear, but ignored them. He knew who that guy that had just popped up was. He had never met him, but he knew him from what he had been told. The angel Gabriel.
He walked over and stopped in front of the angel,
“Gabriel. I have heard all kinds of stories of you!”
Gabriel’s first instinct was to whirl around, vaporise whoever had spoken his name in an unfamiliar voice, and then vanish.
But, seeing as things had been happening as chaotically as possible lately, Gabriel turned around, hands in his pockets, casual. He arched an eyebrow at a dark haired man in front of him, tall (of course), and with a twinkle in his eye. Gabriel paused.
Maybe he would smite this guy later.
“Only good things, I hope?” he asked with a small grin on the corner of his mouth.
“I know you are.” He smiled, although those words feel a bit too… close to breaching the topic of what had happened between them, and so he tried to think of other things. Things that didn’t concern their previous tryst that had happened long ago, way before so much else. To think, Crowley had been single once. Long, long ago.
“Well, none of that has changed.” He murmured, and if anything, it had been amplified and gotten significantly worse. Now, Crowley was loosely involved with Leviathan, he’d sort of become a father figure for one of the people whose soul he owned, and he was friends with Castiel. And also married to Alastair. Among other things.
Crowley blinked at the admission of Gabriel’s conquests. Not that he was by any means surprised, but hearing about it was a different matter altogether. He gave a smile, as if it was his blessing, “Being lucky with the ladies seems to be quite your thing, doesn’t it?”
Gabriel looked at Crowley for a few moments, rolling what he’d just said over in his mind. Well, that came out without his permission. To cover up the whole ‘I just told the demon I slept with twice that I’ve been scoring chicks’ awkwardness, Gabriel grinned.
“Hey, you know how smooth I am, demon,” he said wolfishly, crunching on the lollipop and flicking the stick away, sucking thoughtfully while his wings stretch one last time and fold back against him. Maybe that was a little too close to mentioning what happened between them, but Gabriel was finding it hard to care at that point in time. Well, harder than usual, for some reason.
No news on the whole goings on in Dallas, nothing new with Crowley, nothing new with Gabriel… for a world ravished with war and a post-(averted)apocalypse mess, it sure was boring.
Have you hugged your angel today?
ooc: oh look what I drew just now
“You’re terrible,” He laughed, and it’s genuine and merely encompassed by joy but it’s really just so nice. Crowley meant it in the nicest way possible, of course. A joke, an honest to goodness joke, and he’d laughed. It seemed like such a simple thing, but it had really been something he’d needed right now. “Now you’re really starting to make me think that it’s coincidence of you showing up.” He paused for a moment, looking thoughtful. “What it’s called? Divine providence?” He chuckled, truly thinking that it must have been a sign of some sort. Or maybe he was just reading too much into it.
“So are you just passing through town?” He hoped he didn’t seem pushy or nosy; he was just curious if he’d be seeing more of Gabriel or if this was just a one off. He was still a bit over the moon at seeing him in the first place, really. “Not really… the cheeriest place to party, now that I think about it.” He shrugged, temporarily remembering his own woes and those of the people that he knew. No, he wouldn’t recommend Dallas as place of happy tidings.
Gabriel grinned and took the lollipop out of his mouth with a smack of his lips. “I’m great,” he said, leaning back and stretching his arms out again. Sod awkward, he was comfy, and arms over the back of a seat provided maximum comfort for wing stretching.
“I honestly have no idea. It’s just weird things happening. You know, the stuff that called everyone here in the first place.” Gabriel frowned. He didn’t want to say that it was partly because of the loose end known as ‘Crowley’, but he didn’t know how to explain the pull that Dallas had. Heck, Crowley probably knew what he meant. Had he been ‘pulled’ too?
“Plus, last time I was here I got lucky with a few stunning ladies,” he added lightly, sticking the candy back in his mouth. “I was thinking of calling them up - one of them was a wildcat in bed.”
Gabriel, trickster, archangel, free piece that wasn’t one the board, was a vagabond, pure and simple. He lived to have fun and to not be tied down to anything. It’s an amusing thought to think that while Gabriel has been having carefree one night stands, he’s gotten more or less hitched and settled into monogamy. “Of course.” He smiled whimsically, leaning back to try and relax himself and feel a bit calmer, if it were even possible.
He furrowed his eyebrows at the question, as if there was even really an easy answer to that. “You have no idea.” Well, he supposed that was a start. “Most of it has to come pass.” He explained, although he supposed that wasn’t really helpful. Crowley just sighed, finally turning to look at Gabriel. “It’s just nice to see someone that isn’t involved in all of this. It must be nice to just go wherever you want whenever you want.” He frowned, almost shaking his head.
“Oh yeah,” Gabriel said with a small grin, clenching the lollipop stick between his teeth. “I’m just a feather on the wind.” Even though Crowley can’t see, Gabriel flexes his wings. He’s been flying so much lately they’re a little stiff from lack of use these past few days. Still, Gabriel appreciates his own angel humour.
He is involved in this, though. By merely existing as an angel, he’s involved. He still got called here months ago for whatever reason, and the other people - beings - involved are still his family, or his friends (sort of), and some of them still want him dead.
He just cares a lot more than he lets on about his brothers and sisters, so better to act like he doesn’t and that this will all just blow over, and not talk to anyone too much. He can figure this out alone. He’s the one that found out demons were collecting angel blades, wasn’t he?
Maybe it would be better to skip town again, let this sort itself out - or let the famous Winchesters work their magic and straighten everyone’s ties for them.
Ah, he remembered humour. Being able to laugh with someone, care-freely. When was the last time he’d really done that? Crowley sincerely hoped that it wasn’t since Gabriel left, because that would be pretty sad indeed, because that was… awhile ago. His situation today has probably just put a damper on his perspective, that’s all. Although, in the recent weeks, it seemed to be hard to be content about very much.
“Old habits die hard. I’ll make sure to stop.” He grinned lightly, shooting a side glance at Gabriel, where it lingered for a little bit before he returned to looking at the park around him. He had called, a few times, in the beginning, but then life had gotten overwhelming and… well, there was Alastair. He’d tried to honour his commitment to him, except, well, he couldn’t even say he’d done such a good job at that, could he? Castiel… Honestly, he was beginning to wonder if he had a thing for angels.
He felt Gabriel’s arm retract and he wondered if he was making him uncomfortable. He didn’t mean to do that. “Where have you been? I…” worried, but no, he shouldn’t say that. “I wondered.” He managed to say, looking back at him.
Gabriel shrugs and tilts his hips off the bench, rooting around awkwardly in his pocket for a lollipop.
“I’m flattered that I’m in your thoughts,” Gabriel says with a grin. “Here and there. Hanging out, picking up chicks. What else would I do?” Gabriel realises as he talks that maybe mentioning his conquests could count as ‘awkward’, but this whole encounter is stilted, so why not? Noisily, he unwrapped the candy and popped it in his mouth, rolling the lollipop around on his tongue and twisting the stick.
“Have I missed a lot?” Gabriel wonders how he can ask Crowley what’s up with him without being invasive and insensitive, even though those are two of his most active traits.
It all feels a little surreal. And awkward.
Crowley felt like a lifetime had gone by since the last time he’d seen the archangel, and he might as well have been. He tried to think of the last time he’d seen Gabriel, and exactly what had been going on in his life. Nothing, really, well, other than watching his back concerning every threat walking amongst Dallas. That part hadn’t really changed, there was just… so much more shit going on now. “Hey, angel.” He replied as smoothly as he could, although the words felt strange on his tongue.
When Gabriel sat himself down beside him he doesn’t even really know what he should be doing. So he just sat still, taking a long look at the archangel before he looked ahead as well, unsure of what he even wanted to say. Crowley had never been one to really be awkward around past flames, but Gabriel is different. He was an angel. And he hardly needed to remember all the grief he’d went over concerning Castiel. Should he be excusing himself? No, he’s had a bad enough day as it is.
“I had a rough day at work.” He answered truthfully, trying to sound too solemn. “So it’s a bit funny that you should show up. Did you answer my prayers or something?” He smiled, although only for a moment. “Although, I doubt angels really care about any prayers coming from a demon.”
Gabriel can understand the ‘rough day at work’ thing, because there are so many weird things happening he’s pretty sure everyone’s having a rough day at work. Somehow, he thinks that Crowley’s having it worse than Michael, though.
He doesn’t say that he was looking for Crowley. That would be weird and creepy, so he shrugs with a small grin.
“Yeah, I just came by to tell you to stop bugging me with your pleas for me to come,” he said with a little shake of his head. He looks at the demon from the corner of his eye, and damn, the poor guy looks like he’s been through the ringer a few times. He’s got the beginnings of stubble, his tie is loose and he’s got this weird sort of stiffness in his arms. Although maybe that’s just because Gabriel is there. He feels suddenly intrusive, and takes his arm from the back of the bench behind Crowley.
It only takes a couple of moments for Gabriel to decide that while he doesn’t care about demon’s prayers, he would care for Crowley’s.
Essentially, Crowley has bad days, and then he has worse days. This one was definitely in the latter, and probably veering into a league of its own. One little mortal sauntered down to hell and it was anarchy on earth. Sure, he supposed from an objective view it was nice to see that people cared about other people and all that bullshit, but he had apocalyptic worries outside of all of this (literally), and he didn’t some sort of ‘The Great Escape’ heist to happen right now. Then, there was Azazel, whom saw fit to pop up just when everyone was antsy for a deal. And Bela was angry at him for doing his job…
Everything was going wrong.
He couldn’t even drink tonight, because there wasn’t even the slightest bit of an enjoyment to be had. Neither could he bear to be down in Hell, which would serve as a constant remainder for the ordeal looming over his head. So he sits himself down in the middle of nowhere, where no one would come looking for him. Or so he thinks.
Distantly, he feels a presence approach, familiar in some ways but he can’t put his finger on it, angelic, certainly - he nearly groaned at the thought that Michael was preemptively coming after him. Just what he needed, on top of everything. His eyes flicker over the landscape, until his eyes settled on the only other figure around, and he squinted to get a good look, because at first he thought his eyes were deceiving him. “Gabriel?” He sounded like he couldn’t even believe it. It was almost miraculous or a coincidence; except he wasn’t really sure that he should believe much in either of those things.
Gabriel raises his hand in a wave and then makes a fist, shoving it into his pocket and sauntering up to Crowley.
“Hey, demon,” he greets, unsure of what to do. It’s been a while since he’s seen Crowley - or this town, as a matter of fact, since he flits in and out at his fancy - and he feels awkward, even with their history. Especially with their history. Gabriel plops himself down next to the demon, arms stretched over the back of the bench and legs long in front of him.
Or, as long as they can get. It’s not like they’re exactly stretchy. Gabriel keeps his eyes ahead, not wanting to appear to leer at Crowley, or be… invasive of the guy’s metaphorical personal space (eye contact is a big deal - bigger than arms touching).
“How’s it hangin’?” Lame.