A Gift of Life and a Curse of Death

Gabriel cursed as soon as Sonnet was out of sight, pressing his fingers to his temples at the growing headache he could feel coming on. It was hardly past midday and already the day had proved to be more eventful than the last five years, though he wasn't quite able to figure out if that was a good or bad thing just yet. Regardless it was clear that his people skills - which to be honest had never been all that great in the first place - had only deteriorated over the years, leaving him floundering for direction.

He turned to head back into the room but froze at the sight of the plant, tensing up as though it were a coiled snake preparing to strike him if he were to move any closer to it. With little ceremony he backed out of his room and into the hall, closing the doors with exaggerated slowness, if only to make sure he wouldn't resort to slamming them. He waited another few moments before walking to the end of the hall to his study where he sat down heavily in one of the hard chairs, the conversation and how quickly it had turned running through his head as though on repeat. There was a lot he needed to think over before they spoke again.
 
Her mind also lingered on their conversation. The feeling of his hand against her chest. How close they were. Sonnet pushed the thoughts from her mind, shaking her head. She continued to read, her thoughts daring to travel back to him. God it was frustrating. She was mad at him, right?

She let out a sigh, resting her head in her hands, her foot tapping anxiously as she tried to calm her running thoughts. Hell, she almost considered hurling the book at the wall, but resented. After all, what would that change? She would just have to go get it, plus the chance that it would get damaged was on her mind. "Dammit," She sighed, rubbing the back of her neck
 
Any attempts to distract himself only worked for minutes before Gabriel found his thoughts wandering. It wasn't long before he discovered his trips back and forth across the study trying to find something to occupy himself with had turned into pacing.

He should apologize, even if just for the way he had thrown her words back at her, the ice in his tone when he had done so. At the same time, even though he wasn't about to admit it out loud, her words had also hurt. Especially after they had managed to share that short moment of understanding. There had been a potential there, something that he hadn't had for nearly longer than he could remember.

"Curse it all." He muttered to himself before straightening up, attempting to piece some of his shattered composure back together. He wasn't even sure where she had gone, part of him thankful for it the other part dreading. It wouldn't take him long to find her if he were to actually search, however at this point just wandering around the halls was a much more appealing option - even if the only reason it was appealing was so that he could put off another confrontation. He'd apologize if he found her, if not, it could wait for another day. With that thought he left the study, intentionally starting walking off towards the empty end of the castle where he knew she was least likely to be. It wouldn't hurt to clear his head a little bit first.
 
Sonnet rubbed her temples as if to soothe a headache. She pushed herself to her feet, setting her book back onto the chair. She combed through her hair, hesitantly approaching the door. She inhaled sharply, shaking her head. "Fuck it all." She whispered under her breath before pushing the door open.

Sonnet wasn't sure what she was going to say if she ran into him, but she just hoped that wouldn't happen. She silently walked down the hallway. She turned, nearly crashing into him. She froze, her eyes finding his own. She went to open her mouth, expecting to create words, but finding nothing.
 
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