[ Still going, still moving on, continuing to cheat death over and over with each step they take. Once they reach their limits though, that's when their time will truly be out and when it does, Reaper will take Jack with him. He'll drag him down to hell with him, where he feels they both belong.
When Jack doesn't react to the touch, his lip quirks dryly on one side. More of his face begins to disintegrate, wisps of smoke becoming more dense and animated while bits and pieces of his face begin to disappear. In stark contrast to the gentle feeling of smoke brushing against his skin, tracing along the large scars across his nose and lapping against the fresh cut on his lip, his claws come up to grasp Jack by the chin.
He always had such a thing for dramatics. ]
One more for the road.
[ Whether things are different or not, Gabriel doesn't care. If it unsettles Jack, churns his gut into a sickening feeling of dread or whatever else he feels, even better. Ghosting his mouth over the corner of Jack's mouth, he kisses him. Cool, twisted skin presses hard against tender, scarred skin, the contrast of it addictive as scratching a particularly nasty itch. ]
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[ Still going, still moving on, continuing to cheat death over and over with each step they take. Once they reach their limits though, that's when their time will truly be out and when it does, Reaper will take Jack with him. He'll drag him down to hell with him, where he feels they both belong.
When Jack doesn't react to the touch, his lip quirks dryly on one side. More of his face begins to disintegrate, wisps of smoke becoming more dense and animated while bits and pieces of his face begin to disappear. In stark contrast to the gentle feeling of smoke brushing against his skin, tracing along the large scars across his nose and lapping against the fresh cut on his lip, his claws come up to grasp Jack by the chin.
He always had such a thing for dramatics. ]
One more for the road.
[ Whether things are different or not, Gabriel doesn't care. If it unsettles Jack, churns his gut into a sickening feeling of dread or whatever else he feels, even better. Ghosting his mouth over the corner of Jack's mouth, he kisses him. Cool, twisted skin presses hard against tender, scarred skin, the contrast of it addictive as scratching a particularly nasty itch. ]