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2019-04-12 09:28 pm
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Gabriel loves dancing. All kinds, really. The wild reels and steps of his childhood and the gyrating dances he'd learned in dark corners and even the foxtrot and waltz he'd been forced to learn with strict nuns keeping time.

There are no nuns tonight, though.

The semester has been a bear, with the only high point of his week sometimes being the class time he gets to spend with Anthony. And, maybe, the after-hours sessions they have together: he's an avid student, even half dressed and falling into bed he'll tease about grammar and conjugation. He'll hold little conversations in French as they lay together after, sharing cigarettes.

But not tonight. Tonight, they are both between projects and assignments and Gabriel wants to be out. He's texted Anthony, inviting (urging) him to come out for some fun while they both have the energy. Gabriel's been there for a little while, thoroughly enjoying himself while he waits for his--

Anthony.
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2019-02-23 11:28 pm
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His anxiety is back. Gabriel isn't sure what quite triggered it to get worse. He had a bout with it in the fall, when he kept having visions of Henry in his bathtub, but that's passed and-- He doesn't know what it is. He wouldn't say he's stressed enough at school yet to really make it an issue, yet it hangs on in old habits he's thought he's left behind.

If I hold my breath between here and the door, I'll be on time.

If I miss all the cracks in the sidewalk, nothing bad will happen.

If I love God, I'll be saved.


It's a rush of stupid, ridiculous, obsessive thoughts that he should be past by now. At night it feels the worst, as if he's awaiting some unknown dread every time he gets into bed. He finds excuses to stay with Anthony, and he feels ridiculous for it but at least when he's with someone, it feels a bit better. Listening to someone else breathe, feeling Anthony's hand against his side as he falls asleep.

Tonight, it doesn't help. The nameless terror suddenly has faces, memories attached to it. The attack starts while he's dead asleep next to Anthony, but some time in the late night or early morning, Gabriel shoots upright with a wordless cry, gasping and shaking in the dark. He feels himself crying, and he can't stop that either. And, just like in all those moments before, he can't find his voice.
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2018-12-21 10:36 pm
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Tidings of Comfort and Joy [Dec 24]

Gabriel is still surprised that Anthony is coming. He'd felt like an idiot for asking him, but he also has his reasons: he knows Anthony is drawn to the aesthetic of the Church, even if he's rejected it in its entirely. And the music was good last year, and he has no reason to imagine that it won't be this year.

The service is the closest thing to a Catholic midnight mass that he's found, and the year before it was surprisingly faithful to traditions that Gabriel is familiar with.

He stands outside the church, hands tucked into the pockets of his black pea coat. It's the nicer of the two winter coats he owns. He's cleaned up for this particular mass: a button down, a tie, his nicest sweater. He'd thought, briefly, of a suit, but it didn't feel right when he'd been getting ready.

He ignores the little flutter he feels at the thought of going into the church. His relationship with his religion remains complicated, but he is finding some relief in exploring the way others have approached spirituality.
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2018-12-04 09:38 pm
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Love is heavy and light, bright and dark [Dec 8th]

It's been weeks. Gabriel gave up trying to even text Anthony about a week ago and instead threw himself into final rehearsals for Romeo and Juliet. He's tried not to complain to Neil too much about the sudden absence, mostly because he feels stupid for being so worked up about it in the first place. Especially when Neil mentions that Guy's been in a rough patch.

Of course, Anthony must have been trying to take care of his friend. But-- couldn't he stand to answer a text or a call?

He tries to put it out of his mind come opening night. A few hours before the curtain went up, he'd sent Anthony an offhand text.

R&J tonight, curtain up at 7pm.

After that, he leaves his phone on silent and in his bag as they go through final rehearsals and costume adjustments.

For the most part, characters like Mercutio stay in the same costume with minor changes through the show so the audience doesn't lost track of who is who. Gabriel makes his entrance looking like a fashionable young noble of the period, a little more undone than Romeo's other compatriots - a little more fast and loose, as the character is meant to be. He delivers the Queen Mab speech with a dreamer's mania, and his death is impassioned and hopeless all at once.

After his last scene on stage, Gabriel hangs out of sight in the wings, sneaking looks at the audience when he can. The theater is dark, he can't see very far into it, and he doesn't know why he's bothering to look, anyway. Neil told him he wouldn't be able to make opening night and that he plans to come tomorrow or during the closing weekend. He disappears into the dressing room to take off the stage make up caked on his face. He'll still have to go out bow for the curtain call, but he doesn't need contouring or darkened eyebrows for that.

Gabriel reappears for the curtain call and the full cast bow on stage, all bright smiles and exaggerated gestures. He can hear the announcement inviting the audience to mingle with cast members out in the atrium, where light refreshments are being served by one of the student groups.

All he wants to do is change out of his costume and disappear, but Romeo hooks him around the shoulders and hauls him out to the atrium to socialize.
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2018-10-21 11:22 am
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Gabriel doesn't immediately remember where he is when he wakes up. He lays there for a moment, trying to push down the wave of panic that comes when he does remember. He closes his eyes again and tries, desperately, to focus on Anthony's steady, quiet breathing next to him. It's no use, though. He's awake now.

Carefully, quietly, he eases out of bed, and he does his best to ignore the unwelcome rush of shame when he realizes he can feel dried come on his thigh. Christ, he should have made some effort to clean up last night. In the dim morning light, he manages to find some of his clothes: his boxer briefs and t-shirt should suffice for now. He doesn't plan to just disappear before Anthony's awake, but neither can he bring himself to leave the bedroom in a complete state of undress. He just needs to clean up and get his head straight.

He glances back at the bed. Anthony Blunt looks very different still asleep in bed than he does when he's out in the world. Gabriel holds that vision in his head as he slips out of the bedroom and takes a moment to orient himself.