Gabriel (
tricky_angel) wrote2013-03-30 03:38 pm
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Gabriel/Lindsey 1
It had been a few days since he'd brought Lindsey to his home. He'd been giving the man a little time to adjust. Yeah, he'd taken most of his memories and locked them away so deep that no one would be able to find them, but deep down he'd left Lindsey with the sense that Gabriel wasn't done with him. That it hadn't just been a one night stand.
Gabriel hummed softly as he looked at the tv, smirking a bit when he saw Lindsey walking out of Wolfram & Hart. He was moving around his apartment, setting things up for what he hoped Lindsey would enjoy. A date of sorts, he thought to himself as he looked at the dinner he'd whipped up that would stay hot until they were ready to eat.
He was tempted to just snap and bring Lindsey there at that moment, but he decided to wait, to see for himself if the man would call for him or not. So far he hadn't, but he'd been occupied by work and probably worry over the fact that he was missing memories of their night together. Gabriel shrugged, summoning a glass of wine before sitting down and waiting.
Gabriel hummed softly as he looked at the tv, smirking a bit when he saw Lindsey walking out of Wolfram & Hart. He was moving around his apartment, setting things up for what he hoped Lindsey would enjoy. A date of sorts, he thought to himself as he looked at the dinner he'd whipped up that would stay hot until they were ready to eat.
He was tempted to just snap and bring Lindsey there at that moment, but he decided to wait, to see for himself if the man would call for him or not. So far he hadn't, but he'd been occupied by work and probably worry over the fact that he was missing memories of their night together. Gabriel shrugged, summoning a glass of wine before sitting down and waiting.
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Second year of university and Lindsey was barely scraping by himself. He got the scholarship, left home and never looked back. It meant he was all on his own, but hey, it wasn't like his family ever offered him any support.
No, he will not live that life anymore. School was his way out and even if he had to work his own part time jobs to cover his living expenses, he'd do it to get himself through.
It was tough though, living alone, working nearly every day and being a full time student on top of it all. He barely got to rest if not for the holidays. When Christmas finally came around, he wasn't out celebrating. With no parties waiting for him and no family to spend it with, he spent it doing what he needed most: sleeping. There were no presents to open anyway, and to him, it was just another day but with the added bonus that he didn't have to work.
So Lindsey didn't roll out of bed until 2 pm, and thinking that he'd have a quick microwaved lunch, he groggily walked out of his bedroom and all but froze at the doorway.
He rubbed his eyes, rubbed them again and blinked several more times as he walked up to the Christmas tree that waited for him there. It was like those other times in his childhood... a mysterious benefactor, his Guardian Angel. He never thought that even out here in the city, his mystery angel would follow him here. A part of him had never shaken the thought that it might've been a neighbor, or even his useless drunk of a father even though none of it quite added up. Here though, this time was the first time he believed it was an actual miracle.
He fell to his knees at the base of it, grinning with childish joy at the presents he discovered there. New clothes, food... he stopped his rummaging when he noticed the guitar though and reached for it with a whispered, 'oh my god'.
Grasping it, his fingers ran over its surface slowly with a reverent touch, tracing her patterns, touching the wood. He handled her with such fragile care like he was afraid he would break it if he held it too hard. "It's..." Then he found the engraving on the top and tears actually sprung to his eyes.
"Thank you," he looked up and around to the empty room. He didn't know what to think about his Guardian Angel anymore, real or mystical, but he didn't care as he whispered again, "Thank you..."
The next several minutes he spent tuning it, and Gabriel would leave with the memory of him playing song after song on his new strings while grinning like a five year old.
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After several moments he slipped back into the bedroom, crawling up into the bed and back to Lindsey's side as his copy shimmers into nothingness. He kissed the top of Lindsey's head softly, arms wrapped back around him and pulling him close.
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