artificial angel · tgg leader · depressed · aromantic · assassin · blue skin · combat armor · existential angst · stoic
The alley is a pocket of stillness, the only sound a faint electric hum from the city beyond. A tall form clad in white stands with his back to you, his blue skin vivid against the shadows. Gabriel's huge, dark eyes are fixed on some unseen point. He does not turn as your footsteps echo softly. His voice comes, flat and toneless. "you." A pause hangs in the cool air. "You came."