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He comes and goes in her thoughts unpredictably, the way he comes and goes in her life. So it’s not /entirely/ unexpected when Gabriel crashes into Summer’s mind again, some six months after his last visit. She bolted upright in the bed, sleepy cats flicking their ears and looking disgruntled all around her. “Gabriel?” she said to the dark, as if he could hear her. The way it felt, she might only have been having a nightmare; it felt like shadows, long and dark, reached around him with clawed fingers.

“Gabriel, where are you?”

With an ungainly popping sound, the archangel tumbled out of nowhere to land facefirst on the floor, murmuring, “‘m right here,” in a pained voice. He wanted to hide his mental scars from her – but not nearly as much as he had wanted to see Summer again, to know that she was alive and that the darkness had lied to him at least once during the trauma.

The sound of air rushing out of the space he appeared in caused the mass exit of disgruntled cats in all directions. Summer blinked down at him, wincing. “Why are you on my floor? And why do you hurt so much?” She rolled over and out of the bed, wearing just a t-shirt, to kneel beside him.

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With a muffled boom and a hasty slash into reality, the archangel tumbled into a prairie near Palatine, Illinois. His wings bled from dozens of tiny cuts and bruises bloomed from his exposed sternum, under a ripped and stained button down shirt – it looked like it had been plaid, a long time ago. Limping, half-crawling, Gabriel dragged himself a good 20ft to rest his back against the trunk of a lone birch tree. Breathing heavily, he tried to forget everything he’d seen in that horrible place. It was not heaven, hell, earth, or purgatory – he couldn’t fully comprehend what he’d only just managed to claw his way out of, only that he had almost truly died in a place where he would have been forgotten, erased. The thought itself was terrifying and it showed in his eyes, bloodshot with dark shadows below and a sliced brow above.

He comes and goes in her thoughts unpredictably, the way he comes and goes in her life. So it’s not /entirely/ unexpected when Gabriel crashes into Summer’s mind again, some six months after his last visit. She bolted upright in the bed, sleepy cats flicking their ears and looking disgruntled all around her. “Gabriel?” she said to the dark, as if he could hear her. The way it felt, she might only have been having a nightmare; it felt like shadows, long and dark, reached around him with clawed fingers.

“Gabriel, where are you?”

She isn’t one to pray, not really. Oh, hurried gasps half-beseeching anyone who might be listening, Lord or Lady or lost angel —those, yes. But true, get-down-on-your-knees prayer? Not in ages.

Not since she was small, and still believed in a God who loved her.

Now she is grown, and believes in a Lady who guides her, and a god does love her, and a genius. And she’s down on her knees, in her tiny living room, facing into the lowering sun, hands clasped.

“Gabriel.” She can’t think how to say what she wants, how to ask, or beg. Or pray.

Only his name, and the thought of his golden eyes brings all the mute misery of his absence to the fore. She bows her head, letting it spill out into the cosmos, a heartfelt prayer for his return.

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i am the firechild: Open RP: So a trickster walks into a cloud of sex pollen…

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Anonymous asked: M! A: Sex Pollen. You are uncontrollably horny and feverish for the next 3 days, or until you’ve had three orgasms, without masturbation.

“Oh…shit.” The archangel’s skin quickly becomes flushed and his breath hitches. He feels an erection coming on and…

“Summer – oh fuck – of all people to see me like this-” His face is full of panic, but his eyes wander all over her body with a hungry shine to them. “Sex pollen. Can’t fix it alone – can’t stay in control – if you don’t want me to jump your bones, run.” He pants, turning to face her. His boner is painfully obvious, and his hands are clenched into fists with the effort not to play with himself in front of her.

“I can’t leave you like this!” It was almost insulting, that he thought she could be concerned about a thing like that right now. Granted, she can’t block him out now, and that’s having an effect on her thinking as well, but compassion alone would demand she help him find a way out of this. “What do you need?” It’s that simple.

“Have to cum. 3 times. Masturbation not effective. Otherwise, pain gets worse.” He falls to his knees, gripping the ground hard enough to crack stone in an effort to stay in control. The sudden drop causes the fabric of his pants to rub up against his shaft, and he lets out a whimper. “Please… Summer…” His eyes glaze over with golden light, his jaw going slack with need as he looks at her with pleading eyes.

“Not here.” Her voice is decisive, that instinct that controls her almost utterly in the face of pain taking over. It is, oddly, the one circumstance when emotion and empathy take a backseat. She strides to him, kneeling and clasping his shoulders tightly, her own wings fading into sparks and smoke. “Take us to my bedroom, Gabriel. Now.”

In this state, Gabriel can’t resist the authority of a young attractive woman and he teleports without hesitation. 

Summer pushes him over, careless of whether they made the floor or the bed. “Gabriel. Gaberiel. Listen to me. I’m going to take the edge off.” Despite the sharpness of her voice, her hands are gentle, undoing his pants and sliding up his erection. With this much tension, she knows, softness is not the way, nor is patience. When this is over, when he is himself again and making his own choices, then they can tease each other into delirium. Firmly, she grasps him, stroking and twisting, hoping in the part of her mind that is thinking and not reacting that it will work.

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i am the firechild: Open RP: So a trickster walks into a cloud of sex pollen…

archangelswag:

Anonymous asked: M! A: Sex Pollen. You are uncontrollably horny and feverish for the next 3 days, or until you’ve had three orgasms, without masturbation.

“Oh…shit.” The archangel’s skin quickly becomes flushed and his breath hitches. He feels an erection coming on and…

“Summer – oh fuck – of all people to see me like this-” His face is full of panic, but his eyes wander all over her body with a hungry shine to them. “Sex pollen. Can’t fix it alone – can’t stay in control – if you don’t want me to jump your bones, run.” He pants, turning to face her. His boner is painfully obvious, and his hands are clenched into fists with the effort not to play with himself in front of her.

“I can’t leave you like this!” It was almost insulting, that he thought she could be concerned about a thing like that right now. Granted, she can’t block him out now, and that’s having an effect on her thinking as well, but compassion alone would demand she help him find a way out of this. “What do you need?” It’s that simple.

“Have to cum. 3 times. Masturbation not effective. Otherwise, pain gets worse.” He falls to his knees, gripping the ground hard enough to crack stone in an effort to stay in control. The sudden drop causes the fabric of his pants to rub up against his shaft, and he lets out a whimper. “Please… Summer…” His eyes glaze over with golden light, his jaw going slack with need as he looks at her with pleading eyes.

“Not here.” Her voice is decisive, that instinct that controls her almost utterly in the face of pain taking over. It is, oddly, the one circumstance when emotion and empathy take a backseat. She strides to him, kneeling and clasping his shoulders tightly, her own wings fading into sparks and smoke. “Take us to my bedroom, Gabriel. Now.”