Post by husk on Jan 9, 2005 20:14:53 GMT -4
AN: Because Gabriel is growing on me - even if he is an ass and I do (as Christine) have to break his heart. A work in process. (in which we find Gabriel to be quite human and very much caring for his wayward "sweetheart")
Gabriel stood at the edge of the lake on the Kinross estate, his blue eyes staring out at the water, almost as if trying to pull an answer from its depths. In his hands lay a simple white scarf, a simple reminder of days before he learned of what a mutant was and what it meant. It meant that the woman he loved, his little dove, was forever lost to him – lost to a world that feared and hated her simply for being different, lost to a man who held her heart without remembering that he loved her.
“I thought I might have found you here,” his mother said, approaching from behind. “It was your favorite spot.”<br>
“Her favorite spot, Mother,” he corrected. “She would spend many hours under the shade of that willow, humming softly, playing with that accursed doll. Mother, doesn’t she understand, can’t she see that I’m trying to protect her, that I have been trying to protect her since forever.” Despair crept into his voice as he turned to see his mother. “If only there was a way to protect her, to make her see that I mean well, that I don’t want her to die saving a world that cares not for a woman who has the power to change it with just her mind.”<br>
“Gabriel, Christine is not a child anymore. She needs to see the world through her own eyes, has to be hurt before she realizes that this is not a game she’s playing, that this is for real,” his mother said.
“No, Mother. She knows this is for real, she knows this is not a game. God, from what I heard those others say, she’s died at least twice for them! Died, Mother! Yet she comes back from the grave to defend a world that has already ripped her from it twice. She defends a world that fears and hates her and there is nothing I can do to keep her from risking her life again. “It’s my life, Gabriel!” she cries, but she doesn’t know how much of her life is wrapped up in each of ours, and how much each of us needs her,” he cried, his voice rising and breaking as he spoke. “She gives and gives and gives, and never once takes. My God, Mother, how can these people let her do that? Can’t they let her be selfish at least once? Whenever they tell her jump, she doesn’t ask “Why?”, she asks “How high do you want me to jump?”.”
Gabriel stood at the edge of the lake on the Kinross estate, his blue eyes staring out at the water, almost as if trying to pull an answer from its depths. In his hands lay a simple white scarf, a simple reminder of days before he learned of what a mutant was and what it meant. It meant that the woman he loved, his little dove, was forever lost to him – lost to a world that feared and hated her simply for being different, lost to a man who held her heart without remembering that he loved her.
“I thought I might have found you here,” his mother said, approaching from behind. “It was your favorite spot.”<br>
“Her favorite spot, Mother,” he corrected. “She would spend many hours under the shade of that willow, humming softly, playing with that accursed doll. Mother, doesn’t she understand, can’t she see that I’m trying to protect her, that I have been trying to protect her since forever.” Despair crept into his voice as he turned to see his mother. “If only there was a way to protect her, to make her see that I mean well, that I don’t want her to die saving a world that cares not for a woman who has the power to change it with just her mind.”<br>
“Gabriel, Christine is not a child anymore. She needs to see the world through her own eyes, has to be hurt before she realizes that this is not a game she’s playing, that this is for real,” his mother said.
“No, Mother. She knows this is for real, she knows this is not a game. God, from what I heard those others say, she’s died at least twice for them! Died, Mother! Yet she comes back from the grave to defend a world that has already ripped her from it twice. She defends a world that fears and hates her and there is nothing I can do to keep her from risking her life again. “It’s my life, Gabriel!” she cries, but she doesn’t know how much of her life is wrapped up in each of ours, and how much each of us needs her,” he cried, his voice rising and breaking as he spoke. “She gives and gives and gives, and never once takes. My God, Mother, how can these people let her do that? Can’t they let her be selfish at least once? Whenever they tell her jump, she doesn’t ask “Why?”, she asks “How high do you want me to jump?”.”