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 Don't let me down, Gabrielle Lorne & Nicolas Matcou
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Jan 5 2018, 01:36 PM
Age 24
Height 5ft. 7in. (170.18cm)
Weight 120 lbs (54.4 kg)
Affiliation Gaia's Sacred Circle
Sexuality Demi-sexual
Status Complicated
Witch



Hope had nearly been lost. Months had gone by since she last heard from Nicolas Marcou - the hacker she had hired to find a man who might very well not want to be found. She had paid only a portion, not nearly enough to run off with though the feeling in her gut had cast doubt that she made the right choices. A phone call out of the blue from Nicolas was now why the witch was sitting alone at a table, waiting for her guest to appear.

Every nerve felt that nervousness ten times over as pregnancy hormones began to take a toll on a body that had not experienced this kind of creation in many years. One and lowered to rest along the large bump as the child shifted under the skin as if the newborn understood that it's time to be free would come soon enough. One more month and Gabrielle would finally meet the new love of her life. To hold him in her arms and sing softly to that adorable face was her everything, but this last step had to be taken. It was possibly too late to approach Wyatt and tell him of the child they created during one night of passion, yet she searched for reasons that seemed selfish.

Thoughts were pulled from those deep notions as a hot plate was set down on the table with care. The older male gave a wink at the witch before whispering that he added some extra bacon for the little one to enjoy and it was the most heartfelt thing a stranger had done for the woman in some time. Reaching a hand out, fingers caressed his knuckles in thanks before pulling away. "You did not have to, but thank you very much. It looks amazing." Breakfast was always a favorite and as she began to cut into the eggs, allowing that yellow yolk it's chance to run from the barrier that could no longer keep it contained, a shadow cast over her daylight by the window. With fork and knife in hand, those oceanic-hued irises rose upwards to see Nicolas standing on the other side. "Are you okay?"

The words came from wide lips with concern laced into the tone. It was a question that she had wanted to ask before, but their phone conversation was so brief and rushed. It was genuine as eyes remained on his hair covered face before searching those eyes to see what was hidden beyond the beautiful blue colors. Caring for a stranger came as natural as breathing air for Gabrielle and in that moment, their businesses slipped into the background for her


Nicolas Marcou
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Jan 7 2018, 11:55 PM
Age 60
Height 6'1 (185.42 cm)
Weight 190 lbs (86 kg)
Affiliation Apex
Sexuality hetero
Status Single
Werewolf



He just needed things to go back to normal.

That had been the mantra Nico seemed to have developed for himself in the days and weeks that had passed from the time he and the rest of his pack mates were released. But normal... it felt like a relative term to the wolf now. What was normal meant to be now? They couldn’t really go back to the way things were, not really, not now with their identities registered, faces splashed over the news - he’d considered himself lucky in comparison to some of the others, Logan had taken the brunt of it, far more synonyms with the shit show that was first the raid, than trial.

None of it though, compared to the time served. Even the hint of letting his mind wander back freely to the days inside had stirred up a twisting knot of anger inside of Nico’s gut. He didn’t want to think about it, not now anyway - whether he wanted to or not his mind always had a way of finding its way back into the memories of it, the worst bits of it, the parts he’d wished had been born of bad dream and not the reality they had all lived. No, none of that was anything he needed to remember right now, right now he’d needed to simply remember where it was he was going. To meet up with Gabrielle. To give her an update (and painfully overdue one) on the work she’d asked him to do for her.

What he needed to do was get back to normal. And work, was normal.

To be honest, he pushed aside doing much of anything for to long, he’s old the others and himself it was just simple things like not rallying wanting to go out; not feeling up to getting out there, to busy working ... whatever excuse he could mull over and seemingly make believable to the point no one seemed to think otherwise. No one would think that he’d have every intention of going out for the day only to get steps from a door and have your mind remind you what it was like to have that connection permanently ripped from everyone in your family. That loss of bond with his brother, the fear of it happening again - not being in control. Being at the mercy of this registration and whatever it now mean for them ...Anxiety filled churning thoughts that seemed to have a knack for popping up at the worst of times.

Well, maybe Tommy had, but if he had, he’d not said much to Nico.

But work, distraction, getting back to a routine of some kind of normalcy, that had been all he wanted. Ok, maybe, he’d also realized that cash was also an issue - not working for several months really did put a damper on your funds. Gabrielle’s stuff had been in the work when he’d been arrested with the rest of the pack, he’d given her some info, the little he could find to start but had made good headway, had even been planning on meeting with her ... for sure, he’d though she’d assumed he’d taken off with the cash she’d given him. Or maybe she’d though he’d been a scammer all along. Either way, he supposed he’d owed her both the information he had given her, and an apology. He called, and it had been a pleasant surprise she answered, more so she agree to meet. Best case, she’d not hired anyone else and maybe, she’d still be interested in him doing more work.

Nico had let her pick the place, the simple diner style kitchen seemed the perfect location. When he’d arrived, the brunette was already seated at a table by the window a plate of food before her and, the belly that had been barley a bump now full; another reminder of how long it might have been. She turned to meet his gaze, a pause for a moment not sure what he wants to say seeing the young woman before she beat him to it, the concerned tone covering her words as she spoke.

Somehow still the question caught him off guard and for a second he didn't know how to answer her. He pushed a smile through his features, shaking off whatever stall had threatened. “Im good...fine, really” he assured before sliding into the seat opposite her. Quickly an order for coffee made and filled and the two were left alone at the table once more.

“Look at you” Nico easily redirected back to her, though a compliment seemed somehow self-serving in the moment. No, what he needed to do was hope she wasn’t upset for the wait. “...I ... I’m sorry it took so long to get you this”

Gabrielle Lorne
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Jan 20 2018, 05:35 PM
Age 24
Height 5ft. 7in. (170.18cm)
Weight 120 lbs (54.4 kg)
Affiliation Gaia's Sacred Circle
Sexuality Demi-sexual
Status Complicated
Witch



Hints and telltale signs upon features often gave away that one answer, while not a lie, was not complete honesty either. She was not here to judge. If anything the craving for comfort suddenly took over as it often did with most werewolves. Why did the witch have such a soft spot for creatures that were hybrid between the world of man and beast? One could argue that it was because a man she deemed as her best friend was now one of them or her once proud fiance could shift into gracefully into an animal at will. What it may be, that slender hand wanted to reach out and touch Nicolas' own - invading personal space which more than likely would not have been wanted.

Gabrielle had to let it go and wait for the man to open up or respect his desire to keep personal boundaries between them.

Attention had been shifted to the current state of that little witch. Leaning back slightly against the hard booth gave a better vantage point on how that once flat stomach now held a dome shape as it created life. Beneath the flesh and muscle, a fetus had already become Gabrielle's world. "Growing strong. It is all anyone can hope for." A palm shifted over the thick material of her shirt to give a few strokes idly back and forth as Nicolas apologized. It was truly that simple. The witch forgave instantly as her hand shifted focus to the fork that held an awaiting bite with a promise of deliciousness. "Thank you for the apology. It means a great deal that you spoke it and it is appreciated. I am sure you had your reasons. You are welcome to tell me what happened for I will give you my complete focus, but I know people are not so willing to open up about personal things." The fork was rose upwards though before she took a bite, that soft voice added "I have the whole day to devote for someone's need to explain or we can go right into our arrangement from before. I would like to continue if you are willing."

Finally, that morsel found it's way to her mouth. It was wonderful - that was clear as a groaned sigh vibrated up that slender throat and found it's escape through nostrils which flared out. Two more followed as Gabrielle displayed patience without hindrance.


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