An Angel of the Fae (Gabriel)

[Olym Feir]

Sitting. Olly was bored. And he was sitting. On a bench, in the park. It was a mostly beautiful day. Good breeze, about 16 degrees. It was a wooden bench, the underside covered in gum from years past. His most recent developments were on his mind. The O'Sullivan girl was his to use against Taha, should he need to. A couple kids were out playing with a Frisbee and their pet - something called a dog. It was almost too cold for that kind of stuff. But he needed something else to do. The trees were barren this time of year - an Earth thing, something about rotational tilt.

His plans were already forming so nicely. It took most of his energy to not screw them up by being there too much. He still needed to meet with that little Fae Descendent of his. He could turn into a major source of a problem for Olly if that didn't get settled sooner or later. Snow was also new to him; Faerie didn't suffer from these chaotic shifts in nature. Olly spotted someone in the distance from his current position. Maybe if he could get some other Fae together, they could change the current tilt of this planet. The person didn't seem of import, a little small though. While snow did have a certain captivation to it, it couldn't be the best that this planet had to offer. He was getting closer now - it was someone that Olly recognized now though, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

No need to rush things along. That Fae of his couldn't do much damage if he didn't know that Olly existed, still. Taha would be getting bored with him soon - something that he didn't need happening. Rissa would need another string to get closer to his trap. It was really bugging him now - that person was someone he knew, a male someone at that. Olly finally decided to just give up on the snow thing - it probably had some sort of capital significance to how this planet ran.

Now the person was almost upon him. To stop him? Let him keep going, never find out why he seemed familiar.

"Hello Gabriel. It's been a while, hasn't it?" 'Not long enough. Done kicking puppies that haven't left the womb yet?' -a laugh- "No, my dear Gabriel. I've only just begun that pattern. You could say it's becoming something of a hobby. But we both know that trading poor banter with you isn't why I'm here."

A memory he was quick to leave behind. He remembered Gabriel now - the upstart Seelie that had to be put down. Still has a beautiful face though, even for a Glamour. If Olly wanted a chat, he'd probably have to stop Gabriel himself - the boy wasn't likely to remember Olly. Not since his mind got wiped by the Seelie Court. "Excuse me. Do you have a minute?"

[Gabriel Markl]

Gabriel had been waiting. In the shadows for quite some time now. He was use to waiting. His master had told him to wait that was always how it was. Wait, be there first and make sure you aren't seen until you want to be. Spells was the game and he was hiding inside the tree. Most of their plans worked best inside a house but now that they were outside in the human world they had really no choice. So he waited.

He had seen Olym walk up and for a moment his memory was jogged a bit. It was rather strange and it caught him off guard. He had a flash of images and the sound of words but he couldn't place them together. He rubbed his head and waited a minute to let Olym settle down in his park bench. It always amazed Gabriel how his master could know where people were going to be and placed him directly where they were supposed to. Once he knew it was safe he decided to make his move. With his left hand first he passed out of the tree and onto the grass. He was wearing average clothes to blend in a bit more even though it didn't matter on this mission. Gabriel was usually not the one assigned to dark fae. He worked better with the fae bloods, dark fae and other fae for that matter already knew alot more about faes. Plus they had powers of their own. He wasn't going to let that stop him though he had a mission and he was going to complete it.

Gabriel learned from his master. Their biggest tactic. Don't be seen until you want to be seen. Everyone about him hiding was prepared for the task and immune to whomever the target was. His master was no dumb ass. So, as he started walking down the park he knew that Olym had noticed him, that's just how he did things. He kept the smile on his face for a little bit longer before he let it fade away and a face of plain horror came across his face. He hadn't reached Olym yet but he was almost there.

A whimper came across the park as Gabriel continued to walk. He had his hands cupped up towards his chest and he rolled his fingers around nervously. Then as if there was a time bomb in his head, which wasn't surprising his master controlled his memory and tended to place whatever he needed inside it right at the right point. With a pop Gabriel remembered... His eyes opened with real fear this time and they darted around. He was use to this but for a moment the memories swam around the empty spaces finding the home they use to have.

He continued to walk now he had what he needed and as he turned the corner where the bench could be seen with Olym sitting on it he continued to whimper.

Excuse me. Do you have a minute?

Gabriel stopped and turn towards him, "Oh my gosh" He said and he brought a smile to his face, "Olym!" He quickly sat down on the bench and put his face into his hands, "Thank God I found someone like you... I've been rather lost here... it's so strange from our own world" He had already begun his spell. While in the tree he had sang the song to begin his spell on releasing chemicals from his body. They were positive chemicals and were scented. He usually kept them going so it just smelt normal... not a change in scent but what Gabriel always smelt like. Olym should be use to it by now, the scent that is... and just a small breath of air mixed with that and the positive waves would start. This was exactly why he was chosen. A weapon from the beginning. He had placed himself close to Olym who if he had remembered Gabriel should know the child like fear he had always possessed.

He pulled his legs up and hugged his knees, "Olym... do you like it here?" He asked looking at him with his baby blue eyes. His gold hair was sparkling, "You are on the unseelie side aren't you?"

[Olym Feir]

Still a little minx. Still a little tease. Still a fucking angel. Things that described Gabriel Markl. Apparently, even memory songs couldn't remove personality traits. Oh, and still frightened when not on a mission. That was always kinda cute. Maybe this was why they decided to exile him. Too damned adorable for his own good.

Olly reached his arm around the crouched Fae. It would occur to him later that Gabriel should only even barely remember being Fae, nothing near the full on recognition of a person he'd only had actual interaction with a couple of... handful of times. He listened to the almost controlled rush of speech, which Olly also wrote off as years of practice. Something was keeping him from realizing things that might allow to draw suspicion towards the Fae. The plain clothes did everything to show off his features. It hid him well, but up close, he was still pretty attractive.

"Olym... do you like it here? You are on the unseelie side aren't you?"

Did he like it here? Did he have a choice in the matter? Was the sky blue, or was it just a photochemical reaction? Those are the things that kept Olly up at night. Honesty, how could he begin to attempt to lie to Gabriel about this. "First off, now that we're here, people call me Olly. I think we've known each other long enough for that to be acceptable. And to answer your first question, no. Well, yes. If it weren't for all the humans, why I'd be just happy here. But the people come with the territory, for now, I suppose.

To your second question, yes. I've been Unseelie since I was born. As you were Seelie. Are Seelie. I hear that there is talk of reforming your court. This is probably the time to attempt to regain that noggin of yours. Without the Queen around, there's no telling what they'll say." It wasn't an outcome he was hoping for. Gabriel had been a right pain when he wanted to be one. If he fully remembered the last time they met, Gabriel just might slip a knife in his back. Or something more blunt, in a more invasive place - it was hard to tell with him.

[Gabriel Markl]

Gabriel felt Olym's arm wrap around him and he snuggled closer to him. It felt nice to be held when he was afraid but he kept his hands to himself. If the scent he was giving off was able to be seen with the naked eye it would be spiraling around Olym right now. They were covered in it. Pure Positive Engery. Gabriel thought that Olym's was rather strange but at this point he didn't care because he needed to finish this mission. It was rather complicated mission but he saw the importance of it and that is what mattered.

"Thanks" he said to Olym for holding him, "I don't feel so scared anymore"

First off, now that we're here, people call me Olly. I think we've known each other long enough for that to be acceptable. And to answer your first question, no. Well, yes. If it weren't for all the humans, why I'd be just happy here. But the people come with the territory, for now, I suppose.

Gabriel smiled, "The humans aren't so bad Olly" He put an enphasis on the guys name so that he knew that he wanted that close bond with him. The positive scent should help make it more apparent, "But I have to agree with you, I miss the world just being full of Fae. I mean just look at me scared to death of this place. I need someone who is strong and more brave to keep me grounded and controlled around these humans. Someone who understands why they are so scary to me. I want to go home"

To your second question, yes. I've been Unseelie since I was born. As you were Seelie. Are Seelie. I hear that there is talk of reforming your court. This is probably the time to attempt to regain that noggin of yours. Without the Queen around, there's no telling what they'll say.

This guy really had no idea what was up and Gabriel was beginning to think that he had completely lost his mind. That was fine though because it seemed that he didn't fully remember everything about Gabriel. He leaned into Olym and gazed up at him with his blue eyes, "You seem to remember alot more than I do, maybe you can help me" He was pretty close now he wanted to make sure that all the scent dust was getting where it needed to get, "I trust you Olly" He said giving him a smile, "We have to stick together in this matter if we are going to do anything about getting back. I want you to help me get my memory back" He looked away feeling that the dust had enough time to really get into Olym's lungs. He put his head onto Olym's chest and whispered, "Teach me how to be unseelie Olly..."

He trailed off a bit waiting for the mans decision then he brought up a story, "When I was scared back at home my mother would sing me a song. It wasn't exactly a happy song but it was a nice one. It went like this"

song

Gabriel then began to sing. The dust should have made Olym uneasy and now all he had to do was sing a little of the song to get the spell at least working a little bit. He only need a few words to get the first part done. This was just the first part of the spell anyway. He needed Olym to want him to trust him. Then he would completely tonight’s task. He made eye contact to make it more. If it worked Olym should be feeling the best he had ever felt and Gabriel's voice should sound like a shot of heaven. Positive manipulation and seduction this was what Gabriel did.

[Olym Feir]

"The humans aren't so bad Olly, but I have to agree with you, I miss the world just being full of Fae. I mean just look at me scared to death of this place. I need someone who is strong and more brave to keep me grounded and controlled around these humans. Someone who understands why they are so scary to me. I want to go home."

Olly stared pensively across the expanse of the park before him. This place would be absolutely lovely during the spring, wouldn't it? Gabriel kept talking, something about needing someone strong to latch onto. Olym certainly wasn't that strong, but he did have his powers. And he was probably the last Fae alive to be asked if he would ground someone. "They're only scary because they're new. Though you've been here since before the mass exodus of Faerie; certainly longer than I. Perhaps I should be asking you for the advice on why these things are so scary, hm?" Olly leaned over and placed a kiss on his forehead.

"You seem to remember alot more than I do, maybe you can help me."

Olly gave a small chortle at this. They had barely known each other, he doubted there was much he could do for him at all. The warmth of the smaller boy-child left him feeling... oddly complacent. It wasn't a feeling he was incredibly used to. It also wasn't a feeling he incredibly liked very much. Too much of the same, not enough change. There was something funny about the air too.

"We have to stick together in this matter if we are going to do anything about getting back. I want you to help me get my memory back."

There was something odd about Gabriel. Nothing he would voice, but still. Was the boy truly addled that badly from the Seelie Court? Had the King honestly given him such a harrowing punishment, that he wouldn't even be able to recognize the fact that Faerie was almost literally falling apart beyond recognition in front of them. Apparently so.

"Teach me how to be unseelie Olly..."

It was almost obvious now. His mind was slowly piecing this little farce together. Too much wasn't adding up at the same time. And this odor, what was that. Olly almost had it. The fog over his mind was almost gone. The innocent, fragile, Gabriel was attempting to Sing him into submission. What a cunt.

"When I was scared back at home my mother would sing me a song. It wasn't exactly a happy song but it was a nice one. It went like this."

A cold icy fear gripped Olly's blackened little heart. If he couldn't lift whatever haze this was, he'd be nothing more than a puppet of Gabriel's. The Song was slowly solidifying the remaining haze; only a few more seconds and he would be free of it. Part of the fear was due to the fact that he couldn't physically move his limbs, except to 'pet' Gabriel. How had he gotten so far in without Olly realizing it? And before he knew it, the Song was over. Somehow, he'd managed to prevent it from completely ensnaring him.

If there weren't still tendrils of the Song floating around, he'd almost be tempted to thrash the little whore. As it was, Olly just smiled. He leaned over to Gabriel, and kissed him fully. The expected response, hopefully. There was something about that first song. It had cleared his mind - something Olly hadn't been able to do on his own in some time. In fact, if it hadn't been for Olly's pure crazy, he might have been ensnared from start to finish without even thinking about what was going on. Olly would have to keep a very tight leash on Gabriel from now on. "Oh Gabriel, that was an absolutely wonderful song. I can see why your mother chose it. She always had very good taste, if I remember correctly."