IC CONTACT POST

[uberboned]

[A woman's voice comes over the line.]

You've reached the Trickster's voicemail. Unfortunately, Mr. Trickster isn't available to take your call, nor will he likely ever be. Should you still wish to leave a message, please respond after the tone, and maybe we'll remember to get it to him, mmkay?

[Beep]

[[OOC: This is an IC voicemail post for all verses games. Please put the name of the verse/game you want in the subject heading.]]

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[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[That was exactly what she was afraid of. That he would get in her pants, get bored, then leave. Without that little fear in the back of her mind, she would probably jump him the moment she was sure her roommates could handle themselves and not die. So, in a couple days. But right now, she was worried. When he ran his finger along her jaw, she closed her eyes and moved her head with it.

Well, he sounded sincere enough. She hoped it would last. And she was content about it until he made the remark about her scars. That got her to look away and wrap her arms around herself.]

It's very pretty, and very powerful. If I didn't like you so much, I'd lift it and use it for evil. Joking. [No, she wasn't.] But when you say... almost anything, do you mean... I mean, I've watched you take an axe in the heart.

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[...bad question, then. Gabriel knew when to not pry- he'd gotten enough people who sure as hell didn't. He scooted a little closer and wrapped his jacket around himself as if somehow that would conceal the sword.]

If I don't get stabbed in the heart with something once a year, I lose my insurance policy. [Bitter, sarcastic, and painfully true.] Truth is, Daddy gave us these swords for one reason and one reason only and it makes you really wonder what the Old Man was thinking.

[And this is the part that he... Doesn't want to admit.] They kill angels. Yeah, I know. I actually carry one of the two things that can kill me on me. If I didn't... Well, let's just say if any of my brother's showed up, I'd be deader than Charlie Sheen's career.

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[Jinx sat there quietly and listened. Well, at least they weren't horny and trying not to bang like rabbits on the couch? Hooray, optimism? No, not really.]

The more you talk about your dad, the more I realize what a fucked up creature God is. [She sighed.] I won't tell anyone that. No need to have anyone try and kill anything else I like. Still, it's like Superman carrying around Kryptonite just in case Supergirl cracks and goes after him.

[Another sigh. Well, he told her a secret, it was only fair...] All my scars are my fault. There's more than what you just saw. My back, my legs, internal ones. I really don't want to know how screwed my organs are from all this. But it's my fault. For screwing up.

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You don't know the half of it. [He rolled his eyes.] I have spares- just in case. Fake ones. Believe me, I've been stabbed in the heart once before. I'm not as stupid as I look. [No, just stubborn. Prone to biting off more than he can chew...

He grabs her hands suddenly, some weird connection struck by that revelation.] Don't. Okay? If I wanted someone who never screwed up, I've got a catalog of bimbos I could call up outta nowhere. You want a real Hallmark moment? Scars mean you survived something- the only people without 'em are people who don't do shit to get them or the guys who didn't live long enough to talk about 'em. The real screw-up is a guy so friggin' stuck up his own ass, he lets people like two dumb hicks from Kansas get the better of 'em and it doesn't ever occur to him that being a stupid, stubborn jackass might be the key to his own friggin' doom.

[He pauses] I said I was hard to kill. I didn't say it was hard to get the better of me... That's another thing between you and me, though. ...Okay, so maybe I am as stupid as I look.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[When he so suddenly grabbed her hands, her eyes grew wide and she blinked a few times. Looking up at him, she bit her lip. This was certainly quite the night. Er, morning now. Her bloodstream was beginning to demand coffee, so yeah, morning.]

Well, I knew that, idiot. [She gave a little grin, trying to lighten the moment. Because she didn't know how to voice how much it meant to her that he was sharing all this with her. If he was anything like her, which she knew he was, prying this kind of information out of his mouth was harder than breaking diamonds with your teeth.]

I've survived more than I should have be allowed to. People liked breaking me and putting me back together. Maybe I'll give you some stories later. About why I'm so... They're long stories and I'm tired. I've already been emotional enough lately. [A bit of a nervous laugh escaped her. She pulled his hands to her lips and kissed them. Time for a change of subject.] You're freezing.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[It really was, but goddammit, he was feeling so vulnerable and exposed. This was such unfamiliar territory for him. She cared about him, which was really all it took for Gabriel to fall in front of someone on his back and be take me, I'm yours. He needed that comfort, that stability. Before he came here, he'd lost everything. Everything. Every tie he'd gained between Heaven and this was cut off. He'd planned on dying, which was the one thing he'd never tell her. He hadn't even really tried to forge too many bonds here- the ones that happened were great. Fine. Dandy. He didn't make the mistake of assuming they meant much. This was different.]

I think we've had enough emotional epiphanies for one night. Gotta save something for the next explosion, right? [He smiled and ducked his head, only looking back up when she kissed his fingers.] I burn cold. One of the perks of being too far from Heaven. They turn off the heat, which means if you had any hopes of spooning... That's probably gonna be a pipe dream. Some girls get mono from their dates. Me? I'd probably give you hypothermia.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Hopes of spooning? [She quirked her eyebrowless brow.] Did you forget after you got an axe in the chest? I laid there while you were gushing blood and practically comatose. I can deal with cold.

[Thank his dad for this subject change. She scooted over and started tugging him down.] We can fix cold. Just... not like we did earlier. [Wow, that gave her body a sudden tingle.] I'm okay with hypothermia if you're okay with taking me to see my doctor when I come down with frostbite. But right now? You're warmer than the rest of this damn room, so sit your ass down.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Well, I was kinda disoriented from the axe in the chest part. Y'know how it goes. [But damned if that wasn't... The sweetest thing he'd heard in awhile.

He feigned complete resignation at being tugged down, although halfway to sitting down, he cracked a smile.] Okay, okay. Geez. You're so controlling.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Right, right. Been there and done that.

[She grinned when he called her controlling and yanked him the rest of the way down.] Get used to it, angel boy. I'm controlling, jealous, and one hell of a bitch. [Also, she was a cat. Immediately, she made herself comfortable in his lap. Shoulders and head on his thighs, she looked up at him with those big, tired eyes. Reaching up a hand, she smoothed back his hair.] From this day forward, you're mine. Deal with it.

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[He situated himself on the couch as comfortably as possible and ran his fingers through her hair.] I can live with that.

[It sounded better when Kali used those words anyway. ....He was just going to hope that Jinx didn't know any bloodspells.]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[She closed her eyes and smiled at the feeling of his fingers through her hair. Rolling over, she pressed her nose against his stomach and curled her knees up against her body.]

Can you live with staying here until I fall asleep?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He kept petting her hair, tracing lines through it and occasionally moving his hand down to rub her arms or her back, completely soothingly.] 'Course. Hell, I'll give you the rest of the day. [He shifted to save him from having to do it later in the day, and got comfortable.] My schedule's clear.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

You should probably... [yaaawn] ...be gone by the time the boys wake up. We don't need Claudio having a panic attack. He's fragile.

[The purring was starting up, which was a very silly and somewhat feminine way to snore.] You...smell nice. Keep petting me.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Fine. When I hear the house spontaneously burst into Dashboard Confessional, I'll get lost. But until then, they can deal with it. [And he's just gonna keep petting her, because, well, if the lady insists.] Go to sleep, Jinx.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

No. [That was just her being defiant. Lazily, her hand tugged at his shirt and pressed the material against the bridge of her nose. Less than twenty seconds later, she was out like a light.]