| 161: Morning after |
[Jan. 15th, 2007 ~ 01:07 pm] |
The morning after.
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"You been with a woman, Zophael? It's like dying... you moan, cry out. You get to a spot that has you begging for release. Once, I was an angel of death... now, I die every day... when I have the cash."
-- Gabriel, Prophecy 3 |
Sunlight crept in through threadbare curtains ingrained with decades' worth of cigarette smoke. It hit in successive order a pair of worn boots, a patch of shabby carpet, a pile of assorted garments, and the foot of a bed. Creeping higher it met a bare foot, then a naked middle-aged body sprawled with more abandon than grace on the sagging mattress.
The sunlight eventually hit the face of the man in the bed, illuminating an expression that was best described as 'astounded'-- eyes staring at the ceiling, mouth slightly agape. He seemed to be reflecting on heavy events, profound revelations. As the sun reached his eyes, causing him to blink, he managed to put his thoughts into very human words.
"Oh my God."
Oop. Gabriel clapped a hand over his mouth reflexively a moment later. Then wondered why he had. He hadn't intended it blasphemously, after all-- nope, that had been, if anything, praise. Yeah.
Besides, he was human now.
"Oh my God," he repeated again, more quietly.
"Mmmhmmm. Lemme guess, sugar-- you just figured out yo woman's gon know where you is?" came the not-exactly-dulcet tones of the woman getting dressed in the bathroom.
"Hmmm?" he managed, still staring at the ceiling. The sun was dancing on it in little glowing dots...
"Jesus. Forget it. Aight, sugar. Yo time be up-- time be waaayy more than up. Ain't no bed and breakfas'."
"Hmmmmm?" Oh, he needed to thank her. Definitely needed to thank her.
"I said get yo ass out my bed, you crazy ol' cracker."
Gabriel sat up, a broad smile on his face. "Alice."
There was a conspicous silence from the bathroom, then Alice's head peered warily around the edge of the doorframe. "Ain't my name," she muttered. "LaShawna, I tole you...."
"Alice, thank you," Gabriel said happily, flopping back on to the mattress bonelessly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you--"
"You stop wid dat singin. I tole you you is crazy, yeah? And you stop wid dat Alice stuff too. Ain't no one be callin' me Alice in... Look, you jes git dressed and git on out now."
"Do you have. Any idea. What last night was like?" Gabriel said dreamily.
"Yeah. Pretty much same as all de other nights. 'Cept usually man know what he want and I don't be showin' him like he ain't never see his own dick before. I gon need to come over there and hit yo white ass? Because this nigger can and will."
"It was like dying..."
"...Oh boy. My momma always tole me, whatever you do, you don't do no crazy man. Did I listen? Noooo. Last time. Never again. That's right, you git dressed. Good boy."
"Can we do it again?"
"....oh hell no."
"But...."
"Get out. Hey-- hey, don't you be-- uh-uh--"
It's considered a violation of the unspoken rules governing the oldest profession to kiss the girl. Gabriel violated the rules with a fair amount of exuberance.
"Thank you, Alice."
"....you welcome. Now GET OUT."
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gabriel * the prophecy series (movie) * word count: 503 |
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| Comments: |
Omg, so adorable, creepy, lovely, and hilarious. :D
*laugh* A good combo to hit! Thanks.
This is FABULOUS! Excellent! Well done!
*Gabriel coughs* You're giving the typist a big head, you know. (By which said typist means, thank you.)
Splendid!
I'm afraid this drabbling of yours makes befriending you unavoidable, my dear fellow.
OOC:
Tonight I saw P3 and couldn't stop enthusing about the redeemed Gabe to Bill's mun. She directed me to this TM-prompt.
The drabble is lovely in its details,
(then a naked middle-aged body sprawled with more abandon than grace on the sagging mattress.)
and endearing in his reactions
(Gabriel violated the rules with a fair amount of exuberance.)
*GLEE*
Oh yeah? *smiles as his brows arch* Why? You know Alice too?
OOC: Squee! :D I'm always up for enthusing about redeemed!Gabe. ;) And thank you for your kind words!
I don't believe Alice is operating quite within my customary price range.
*tries to look unpretentious and fails miserably*
In point of fact I strive to avoid paying women for this particular service - if at all possible.
I don't want to blow my own trumpet, but they do tend to come to my bed willingly even without the exchange of currency.
*coughs, suddenly slightly shifty-eyed*
Some of them do. On occasion, at any rate.
Some don't. Regrettably.
Have you ever tried the kind that doesn't require cash?
OOC: John Marbury, Earl of Sherbourne, Marquess of Needham and Dolby, Baronet of Brycey, and Her Majesty's Ambassador to the United States may have a slight tendency to buoyant self-congratulation.
Ah. Well, it's true she wasn't for everyone. *lips twitch*
Oh yeah? Hit with the ladies, huh? *grins* Must be nice, even if "some don't".
Yeah, actually, in the days since I knew Alice. It works well too!
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