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Dinner at home - locked to Lou
Nov. 8th, 2015 04:37 pmIt's one of his most closely guarded secrets - the fact that he can actually cook. He bakes, too. His Ma was determined that she wasn't going to raise any sons who were a burden on wives. As it turned out, wives had been purely theoretical, but Gabriel Monroe is a man that can look after himself.
When the doorbell rings, he opens the door in jeans and plaid rolled up to his elbows. He smiles.
"I was halfway expecting you to cancel."
When the doorbell rings, he opens the door in jeans and plaid rolled up to his elbows. He smiles.
"I was halfway expecting you to cancel."
Locked to Lou
Sep. 27th, 2015 07:24 pmThe walk home is relatively uneventful. Gabe behaves himself impeccably, aware that they're both a little drunk and that a lot of lines are blurred right now. Still, he doesn't think that anyone's drunk enough that they can't consent to anything that may (or may not) be about to happen.
"Well," says Gabe, on her doorstep, rumpled, with the knot in his tie loosened and his hair tumbled across his forehead. "I guess this is where I leave you. Unless..."
He leaves it hanging there between then.
"Well," says Gabe, on her doorstep, rumpled, with the knot in his tie loosened and his hair tumbled across his forehead. "I guess this is where I leave you. Unless..."
He leaves it hanging there between then.
OPEN - what's it like in New York City?
Sep. 2nd, 2015 08:07 pmGabe finds himself in something of a daze. It started off as a regular Wednesday but it didn't stay that way for very long because something had happened. Something rare. Something goddamn verging on myth and legend. A letter. From New York. Addressed in his sister's handwriting.
Gabe's had it in his pocket for an hour and hasn't opened it yet.
What he needs is a coffee. Once he's feeling fortified, he'll open the letter and listen to his sister for a while. His relationship with Gale has always been complicated - he loves her, he adores her, but she's not the easiest person to live with. Peace had descended on his Ma's house the day Gale took off down to New York. But Gabe misses her like a part of him and the couple of weeks that he spent at her place last winter were some of the best in his life. He missed her. He misses her.
It's complicated.
Coffee half drunk, he takes the envelope out of his pocket and turns it over in his hands. She's writing in green ink this week, which Gabe hopes is a good sign. He hopes she's happy. But he's never going to find out if he doesn't just man up and open the damn letter, is he? Why do letters from Gale always feel like a storm on the horizon? Gabe can't help it - he earns his living from the sea, and he's got a healthy respect for dark clouds.
He sighs and tears open the envelope with his thumb.
Hey baby boy. Guess who I had coffee with today? Turns out, Abby's been in town for a while.
He'd thought that he was over it, but the combination of seeing that name written in Gale's handwriting feels like a punch to the chest. Gabe leans back in his chair and closes his eyes.
"Well, shit."
ooc: Mr Monroe, ripe for distraction. Have at! ST/LT totally welcome. As always, if your pup grew up in SC, feel free to assume a relationship and I will pick it up as we go!
Gabe's had it in his pocket for an hour and hasn't opened it yet.
What he needs is a coffee. Once he's feeling fortified, he'll open the letter and listen to his sister for a while. His relationship with Gale has always been complicated - he loves her, he adores her, but she's not the easiest person to live with. Peace had descended on his Ma's house the day Gale took off down to New York. But Gabe misses her like a part of him and the couple of weeks that he spent at her place last winter were some of the best in his life. He missed her. He misses her.
It's complicated.
Coffee half drunk, he takes the envelope out of his pocket and turns it over in his hands. She's writing in green ink this week, which Gabe hopes is a good sign. He hopes she's happy. But he's never going to find out if he doesn't just man up and open the damn letter, is he? Why do letters from Gale always feel like a storm on the horizon? Gabe can't help it - he earns his living from the sea, and he's got a healthy respect for dark clouds.
He sighs and tears open the envelope with his thumb.
Hey baby boy. Guess who I had coffee with today? Turns out, Abby's been in town for a while.
He'd thought that he was over it, but the combination of seeing that name written in Gale's handwriting feels like a punch to the chest. Gabe leans back in his chair and closes his eyes.
"Well, shit."
ooc: Mr Monroe, ripe for distraction. Have at! ST/LT totally welcome. As always, if your pup grew up in SC, feel free to assume a relationship and I will pick it up as we go!
Locked - For Lexi (NSFW likely)
Jul. 25th, 2015 04:01 pmIt's not much, but it's home. He shoulders open the green front door and holds it so that Lexi can step past him into the house. It's clean and it's tiny, but it's clearly somewhere a bachelor lives. Most of the colour in the room comes from the canvases propped up against the wall.
"Home sweet home," he says, shutting the door and turning back to her, hands spread.
"Home sweet home," he says, shutting the door and turning back to her, hands spread.
Finn's Pub - Open to all
Jul. 23rd, 2015 10:15 pmSome days, you just want to get drunk. He's not drinking as hard before he went to New York, but just because he's a reformed character doesn't mean that he's suddenly a monk or something. Given recent events, he figures he deserves a night out. He's not exactly suited, but he is wearing one of his good shirts, his boots, his hair pulled back into a knot on the back of his head. He likes spending time at Finn's - the atmosphere is good, there's decent music on the jukebox, the beer keeps flowing.
Now if only there was someone to sit on the stool next to him. Make the night a little bit more interesting.
He's idly sketching on a napkin, anyone who catches his eye. He glances up from time to time, getting the lines right. He did say the other day that he'd be better at portraits if he practiced.
He lifts his glass only to find that it's empty.
"Ah, shit."
Now if only there was someone to sit on the stool next to him. Make the night a little bit more interesting.
He's idly sketching on a napkin, anyone who catches his eye. He glances up from time to time, getting the lines right. He did say the other day that he'd be better at portraits if he practiced.
He lifts his glass only to find that it's empty.
"Ah, shit."
He's been meaning to do it since he got back into town but, for various reasons, it's been put off. Still, it now looks like he doesn't have work this week, so he's really got no excuse. The boat herself had a fresh coat of paint not so long ago, so that'll keep, but the sign hasn't been touched since before his father died. His Ma always says that the devil finds work for idle hands.
He's set up on the deck of the Ariadne, stripped down to tank and holed jeans, hair pulled back from his face as he sketches in pencil. He's settled on letting that he likes and now it's just a case of making it fit. And if he's a little pre-occupied, and if he has to restart letters a few more times than he'd like, then he figures that he's not entirely to blame.
He sings to himself while he works, scraps of songs that his Ma used to sing to him and Gale when they were younger; she'd stopped singing by the time Connor was born. But Gabe's feeling okay today, with the sun on his shoulders and a paintbrush in his hand, on his boat, on the water. Yes, life is sometimes baffling, but there are plenty of reasons to be grateful.
ooc: find Gabe on deck of the Ariadne down in the harbor. If your pup is Siren Cove born and bred, feel free to assume a relationship - just let me know! :D
He's set up on the deck of the Ariadne, stripped down to tank and holed jeans, hair pulled back from his face as he sketches in pencil. He's settled on letting that he likes and now it's just a case of making it fit. And if he's a little pre-occupied, and if he has to restart letters a few more times than he'd like, then he figures that he's not entirely to blame.
He sings to himself while he works, scraps of songs that his Ma used to sing to him and Gale when they were younger; she'd stopped singing by the time Connor was born. But Gabe's feeling okay today, with the sun on his shoulders and a paintbrush in his hand, on his boat, on the water. Yes, life is sometimes baffling, but there are plenty of reasons to be grateful.
ooc: find Gabe on deck of the Ariadne down in the harbor. If your pup is Siren Cove born and bred, feel free to assume a relationship - just let me know! :D
House Call - locked to Lou
Jul. 2nd, 2015 07:21 pmThe phone call to arrange this house-call hadn't been much of anything - just arranging dates - but still, Gabe's got this slight flutter in his stomach as he walks up to her front door. Louise Abasi might be way out of his league, but she's also fuckin' stunning, and, hey, a guy can dream.
Gabe knocks and then leans his shoulder against the door frame, waiting.
He's got the whole afternoon.
Gabe knocks and then leans his shoulder against the door frame, waiting.
He's got the whole afternoon.
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Jun. 14th, 2015 04:41 pmI think I'll do an EP later, but this is to let you know that Gabe is officially back IG! I'm very excited to be back and hoping that I can manage my involvement better this time around.
This post is for plotting so if anyone wants to chat about connections between Gabe and their pup, please hit me up!
( App - slightly amended from the last time he was IG, for reference )
This post is for plotting so if anyone wants to chat about connections between Gabe and their pup, please hit me up!
( App - slightly amended from the last time he was IG, for reference )
Locked - for Bach
Sep. 21st, 2014 08:30 pmHe has no idea why he always ends up here. It's not like there aren't other places in town that he could go - not like there aren't bodies softer than Bach's, places where it's easier in the morning. He has no idea why he ends up here, other than it's easy, and Bach doesn't ask questions and it feels good while they're doing it.
So here he is.
He leans his shoulder against the doorframe and knocks.
So here he is.
He leans his shoulder against the doorframe and knocks.
