[Softer. Gabriel inhales and then teleports her back to his warehouse, except it's not so much what she's used to. The room she's in looks like it was made with aspects of her in mind- all black and pink with stuffed unicorns and pillows, silk and velvet and kind of sickening in its cuteness. It's like one big bed inside a safe, enclosed room, but there's clearly a doorway done up in Gothic spirals so she doesn't feel wholly trapped. As soon as they arrive, he lays her down and curls around her.]
Soft enough for you? [He pets her hair. Jesus A. Christ, sometimes it scares him how sentimental he's become.]
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Date: 2011-06-09 05:43 am (UTC)Soft enough for you? [He pets her hair. Jesus A. Christ, sometimes it scares him how sentimental he's become.]