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๐ˆ'๐‹๐‹ ๐ƒ๐Ž ๐–๐‡๐€๐“๐„๐•๐„๐‘ ๐ˆ๐“ ๐“๐€๐Š๐„๐’. โ€”โœง GABRIEL REYES. โ€”โœง mirrored detail. โ†ป + โ™ก โ€ข #overwatchrp ; #owrp ; #ovwrp โ€ข
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"You kidding? You always were." He looks him up and down, as if observing him for every inch. He's so closed off to him that he has to wonder what caused him to be so...away. "Just for me, though. At least, I like to think of it that way."
" I never was cute and squishy. " Arms folding across leather clad chest, heaving a sigh thereafter. It makes his heart ache seeing younger Gabe being so gentle with him. He doesn't deserve it.
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Taking his hand back, shaking it a bit; but he's amused more than anything. "Still so cute and squishy."
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His eyes are on him. Again, scrutinizing, looking at every detail, listening to every sound. He didn't want to believe it at first, because how the hell could it be true? But who else would this man be, with the familiarity that seeps through him? +
" No. " Lying through gritted teeth, he's not in a position to explain this weird truth. He's not even sure how he got here, it's got to be a form of punishment. It's so cruel. Of course all these details don't go amiss by observant eyes, from the man who knows him inside and--
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"...Because you're shit at hiding who you are. Which is why I always took care of the covert missions," he replies, jumping in and taking a dive at the risk of sounding like an absolute lunatic.
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So you know all of this, but you're still gonna deprive me when I'm running low? [ He kisses at his jaw a few times, feather-like and sweet. ] You're killing me here, babe. I'm gonna start passing out sooner.
I know I know, you'll pass away if you don't get your Jack time - ( Chuckling a little, but he has no problem with that at all, a sigh escaping as he leans into his partner, holding him tight as Gabe burries into his neck. One hand threading through dark strands. )
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"Do you know Jack?" Gabriel is pulling out all his stops now; even going by instinct and out on a limb. There's something about this man that he knows he needs to hold ontoโ€”a desperate feeling, and he hates it. It needs to be taken care of. He needs to know what this means. +
He'd be right, if not for the almost super human strength that he possesses, for someone of his age to be able to do that is beyond impressive. It's suspicious, and Jack needs to leave before things get more complicated. " I shouldn't have come here - " Tearing his --
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And with how this man acts and sounds and looks and even /breathes/, it's just all too familiar with someone who he knows better than himself. "You remind me of him. If this has to do with him..."
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When he is shoved to the point of wall cracking behind him, Gabriel realizes there is more to this stranger than what he's letting on. He figured. He /knew/. He could tell from the way he spoke, looked, acted. Something so familiar that he didn't want to let go, even +
Jack grits his teeth as that hand grasps firmly at his wrist, stubborn and defiant as ever. He scowls, hidden orbs narrowed and fierce, snatching his hand away and moving forwards in one fluid motion, to slam the commander back against the wall encasing the cafe. " Do /not/ -+
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if they were starting to cause a scene. He recovers from the bold, rough push and continues to attempt to hold him, hand going to his forearm. "Who the hell /are you/?" He insists, volume raising. "And why the hell do I know you? Don't act like this doesn't mean shit!"
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Gabriel stands with him, and quicker than he can even think, he grabs onto the man's wrist and urges him to stay. "You do have something to tell me." And he's trying to run away. It must be important; he /has/ to know. This stranger is too familiar to him. +
Jack begins to get to his feet, he can't do this. He can't. " I've been through more than you'll understand. " Swiping his pulse rifle up off the table, visor returning to obscure cornflower blues, not liking how Gabe is catching into him. Like he can /still/ read him--
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"You know damn well that isn't what I meant," he sighs, shaking his head. Stubborn, but expected. "It comes from the tone of your voice and the way you talk." He pauses for a moment, then crosses his arms again tightly. "And judging from the way that you're +
" Not gonna tell some young punk simply because he wants to know. " Raising a brow at the directness he's extremely familiar with and has come to expect, when it comes to Gabe. " Something like that. What was your first clue? The rifle on the table? The scars ? "
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trying to avoid looking at me, it's either I accidentally drank from your cup and you were too unbothered to tell me, or you have something you want to say to me but can't."
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"What's your business?" Gabriel doesn't care for dancing. Not in this way; where he has to soften someone up before getting them to open. Certain people require direct tacticsโ€”and if it doesn't work on this man, then he'll leave it alone. "You got the look of a fighter. +
True, Jack is his soulmate. Even this version of him knows that, jaded as he is, his heart belongs with Gabe. The Reaper knows that too. Hearing those words have his heart flipping, but it feels closer to a knife in the chest than anything sweet or giddy. " Can't argue with --
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Of someone who's waiting for something. Someone who fought too long and hard."
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"I'm used to it." He has to be, especially since he plans on spending the rest of his forever with him. Gabriel can't imagine a world where Jack isn't at his side and vice versa. For all their faults and arguments, for all the miles and lengths they are apart, +
It might shock him to his core, or maybe it /won't./ There's parts of the old Jack that haven't died, they remain in fragments and linger in his chest. They exert themselves in his mannerisms and speech, in certain habits and in the legacy left behind. Fallen to rot and --
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there's some part of Gabe that is always with Jack. "Besides, I'm not always right. He's not always wrong. In the end, there's a reason why he is where he is now." He looks at him, then, watching for the movement of blue. "So I'll ask again. What about you? Why're you here?"
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People who want to be forgotten have always done something. One way or another, they have created an impact. Gabriel wonders what the case is for the man before him, solemn and clearly exhausted. "Nothing is fair," he replies, eyes now completely glued onto the other. +
There is definitely something, Gabriel should trust his gut. Jack sint going to divulge anything, for now anyway. " There's plenty of people in these parts, don't get too excited. I'm no one worth remembering. " The irony of that being the huge statue nearby. " People are --
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There is something amiss. "The Strike Commander knows that. But no matter what you tell that guy, he'll always be the same. A boy scout trying too hard and giving too much of himself." He glances, briefly, at the outside. "I'm counting on him."
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