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- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
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- Fantasy, Romance, Medieval, Futuristic, Apocalyptic, Sci-Fi, Modern, Action, Adventure, some High-Fantasy, Lord of the Rings, Pacific Rim, King Arthur, anything Game of Thrones-esque
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Gabrielle could easily admit that being here....hadn't been that bad. After the first initial dinner with the small family - and that was what they were, whether they were related by blood or not - everything had seemed to flow far better than it had before and the soldier had been able to lower her guard, just a little. She wasn't sure if it was because the others stopped asking questions or because David seemed to be a bit more stable after that night, but Gabrielle wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth and she enjoyed the equilibrium for as long as it might last. She knew it wouldn't be long, not with their ride arriving today.
The blond was nervous about that.
She didn't let David see it. Didn't let anyone see it, but she was. While she trusted her contact and she knew he wouldn't have led her to anyone he didn't think was trustworthy, it was what he might NOT know that troubled her. There were only so many ways for a Gifted to betray their own kind, not the least of which was living dangerously and in such a way that they brought attention on others. What Gabrielle was most concerned for right now, though, were those that were willing to turn their own kind in to be granted favors by the government, to show themselves useful so they'd be left alone. In theory. Some were willing to risk it, to expose themselves and become traitors for the false promises of amenity.
Gabrielle knew if David was going to be discovered at this point, it would be in such a method. She couldn't let that happen, so even in this safe place, even among her own kind, she would have to be alert.
She only debated what she would tell David to do. She couldn't have him fearing everyone around him, thinking everyone was an enemy and never willing to trust anyone. That was no way to live. Even with all she'd been through - and Gabby didn't like to think about it, much less speak of it - the soldier had managed to trust those closest to her. Sure it had taken years of careful selection, constant observation and subtle tests, but she'd found friends.
And look where it got you.
Gabrielle sucked in a harsh, but silent breath at the inner quip, feeling her chest tighten and the pain she'd been trying to keep at bay for days hit her sharply, causing a rush of moisture to flood her eyes. She swiftly blinked it away, not wanting David to see it - if he was even paying the slightest bit of attention to her at all - and moved from the couch to the window, looking outside for what had be at least the tenth time in the last half-hour. She was trying to act calm, to keep him steady and make sure he wasn't scared, but Gabrielle had the sneaking suspicion that she wasn't doing a very good job. Still, she was trying and that had to count for something, right?
Uttering a soft sigh, forcing the hurt and the grief to bury itself again, she looked back at the male, offering a smile that managed to even make it to her eyes, a reassuring glow there. "They'll be here soon." Coming back toward him, she took a seat back on the couch, one foot touching the floor, the other tucked under her as she met the dark eyes of the young man. She wished she could know what he was thinking, what he might be scared of, any questions he might have. She wished she knew whether it was all right to reach out and touch him, to reassure him, but she didn't dare do so. Any contact had usually been initiated by David and Gabrielle had let it remain that way.
She didn't want to force him. Not like those who'd been so well-meaning had done to her. It hadn't helped, not really.
"You scared?"
Gabrielle could easily admit that being here....hadn't been that bad. After the first initial dinner with the small family - and that was what they were, whether they were related by blood or not - everything had seemed to flow far better than it had before and the soldier had been able to lower her guard, just a little. She wasn't sure if it was because the others stopped asking questions or because David seemed to be a bit more stable after that night, but Gabrielle wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth and she enjoyed the equilibrium for as long as it might last. She knew it wouldn't be long, not with their ride arriving today.
The blond was nervous about that.
She didn't let David see it. Didn't let anyone see it, but she was. While she trusted her contact and she knew he wouldn't have led her to anyone he didn't think was trustworthy, it was what he might NOT know that troubled her. There were only so many ways for a Gifted to betray their own kind, not the least of which was living dangerously and in such a way that they brought attention on others. What Gabrielle was most concerned for right now, though, were those that were willing to turn their own kind in to be granted favors by the government, to show themselves useful so they'd be left alone. In theory. Some were willing to risk it, to expose themselves and become traitors for the false promises of amenity.
Gabrielle knew if David was going to be discovered at this point, it would be in such a method. She couldn't let that happen, so even in this safe place, even among her own kind, she would have to be alert.
She only debated what she would tell David to do. She couldn't have him fearing everyone around him, thinking everyone was an enemy and never willing to trust anyone. That was no way to live. Even with all she'd been through - and Gabby didn't like to think about it, much less speak of it - the soldier had managed to trust those closest to her. Sure it had taken years of careful selection, constant observation and subtle tests, but she'd found friends.
And look where it got you.
Gabrielle sucked in a harsh, but silent breath at the inner quip, feeling her chest tighten and the pain she'd been trying to keep at bay for days hit her sharply, causing a rush of moisture to flood her eyes. She swiftly blinked it away, not wanting David to see it - if he was even paying the slightest bit of attention to her at all - and moved from the couch to the window, looking outside for what had be at least the tenth time in the last half-hour. She was trying to act calm, to keep him steady and make sure he wasn't scared, but Gabrielle had the sneaking suspicion that she wasn't doing a very good job. Still, she was trying and that had to count for something, right?
Uttering a soft sigh, forcing the hurt and the grief to bury itself again, she looked back at the male, offering a smile that managed to even make it to her eyes, a reassuring glow there. "They'll be here soon." Coming back toward him, she took a seat back on the couch, one foot touching the floor, the other tucked under her as she met the dark eyes of the young man. She wished she could know what he was thinking, what he might be scared of, any questions he might have. She wished she knew whether it was all right to reach out and touch him, to reassure him, but she didn't dare do so. Any contact had usually been initiated by David and Gabrielle had let it remain that way.
She didn't want to force him. Not like those who'd been so well-meaning had done to her. It hadn't helped, not really.
"You scared?"