a million miles from home i'm walking ahead

bloodysalad:

they were just t a l k i n g.   completely HARMLESS.
a drink, a smile. & suddenly he sees gabriel moving,
slipping in between them without much effort.

                     ’ gabe ——— ‘

there’s no time to question a pair of   warm lips molding
to his,   eyes fluttering shut as his mouth slants hungrily 
against the angel’s,   fingers tangling in golden locks. he
doesn’t hear her huff as she walks off. after all, the lover
comes first, right? his brain is short circuiting too much 
to think too hard on it. damn him.

        okay,  it’s possible that he’s overreacting a little bit,
        & perhaps there’s a definite possessive edge to the
        tightening of fingers in shirt fabric  &  aggressive tilt
        of his  head as  he presses  in a  little bit  c l o s e r ,
        but, y'know, whatever.  this is his way  of scribbling
        “ MINE ” on sam’s forehead in big fat black sharpie,
        &  if anyone wants to contest that, they’re definitely
        W E L C O M E  to.
                                        they’re just gonna LOSE, is all.

       there’s  a   brief  instant  as   he  pulls  back,   teeth
       grazing against lower lip, still close enough that hot
       breath intermingles, mouths just inches apart,  &  a
       vaguely  apologetic huff  of air  is issued from lungs
       that are honestly unnecessary,  though proximity is
       unchanged,    seemingly    to   bely   the    apology.

                                                           " oops? “