Gabrielle Sade Ramiro's Story

"Oh, come on..." Gabrielle fumbled with the chain, trying to wrap it around her bike so that it was linked to the post, but to no avail. It was too short. How had that happened? Gabrielle's brow furrowed with confusion as she inspected the metal links, trying to figure out how it had reduced in size so suddenly; it had been perfectly fine this morning, right?

Jegudiel... Gabby's eyes narrowed, her suspicions rising. It had to be him! No one else had the ability to gain forgiveness as easily as the archangel who could remove anyone's anger; only he would dare anything so brave, since his safety was ensured already. Oh, she would totally get him back. Huffing to herself, Gabrielle gathered the chain and put it in the basket on the front of her bike. She then bent down to kiss the right handlebar, blessing her bike so that it wouldn't get stolen before she returned. She'd cycled over to the mall and she intended to cycle back home, too; it wouldn't do for her main mode of transportation to go missing, now would it? Ah, the perks of being God's favorite...

Now, enough of that bike. Gabrielle had some shopping to do! She'd taken the initiative to chose the mall as her meeting place with Lucifer, and she was nearly running late. She was supposed to meet him at Bloomingdale's, but she had to get there in time to scope out a shirt or something nice for him as a peace offering before he arrived. The responsibility to make this experiment a success rested on Gabrielle's shoulders, and she had to make sure everything went smoothly--starting with her own bond. If she could make things work with Lucifer, then hopefully that would set a good example for the other pairs and they could prevent the Apocalypse (again).

The only problem was that this was Lucifer they were talking about, the pride of Hell and just as nasty. Gabrielle would have to make an honest effort to get along with him, plus do everything in her power to make sure the big man upstairs stayed happy with her. Otherwise, she'd get a long lecture from Him and boy were those mental conversations exhausting...

Gabrielle entered the high end store and paused, taking a moment to enjoy the warmer temperature inside before venturing towards a display of latest Armani arrivals. She knew Lucifer took pride in his appearance, so getting him something expensive and flattering should do the trick.

Walking as if he had everything in the world, he began to walk across the street. Everyone looked at him as if he was crazy, what he was doing wasn't really bothering him because, there wasn't any cars coming so why stop? Shaking his head he smiled, and continued on towards his destination, the mall. He was supposed to meet her here which, wasn't a bad place to meet at all. The crowded areas would usually be the places he'd actually go to. Sliding his hands into his coats pockets, he'd continue further inside the mall. He actually didn't really care for the archangels much, as long as they didn't insult him and his position then they wouldn't really be the ones that'd piss him off. Plus, he rarely got mad, he was too busy feeling pride to feel any other emotion.

Looking around the mall, he would be looking for the place Gabrielle had told him to meet her at. Normally he would say hell no, and never come because, that was how he was; but, since she was actually choosing a place of his liking. He would be proud to consider it. Bloomingdale's? He absolutely enjoys that place, that was where he'd get most of his coats and some of his shirts from. Only thinking that he would be the one to look good in any clothing he decided to wear, he actually had fun having people feel pride on what they had picked out to wear. Which meant it was more fun for him, being the one that had convinced them to give in to their pride.

Here he was thinking that she'd pick a place that had horrible food, or somewhere that wasn't to his liking. After finding Bloomingdale's he began to look around for Gabrielle. Grinning to himself, he began to walk over to his partner,"There you are, 'partner', and here I was thinking you had no taste." He actually did have a problem with being friendly with a total opposite, it was as if he was meeting up with his parallel self. It was actually pretty bad for him, he doesn't really think that they could actually get a long enough to stop anything from happening. But, there was no shame in trying unless, that would be the thing to ruin his position. He didn't want that to happen. But, him being him, he would rather be the one to get praised for what he is doing, so he'd do his best to keep his distance.

As an archangel, there was no way Gabrielle could lie so that was a pretty good insurance for her word right there. She could, however, exaggerate a little bit... but she tried not to do that very often, least of all with a powerful Prince that could smell a lie miles away. "My fashion taste is just as good as yours," Gabrielle retorted, hanging the shirt off her arm and starting to move away from the clothing rack, towards the cashier.

She could feel him follow after her, going so far as to lean in to speak his next words. "How jealous are you?" Gabrielle paused, looking over her shoulder at him. "I'm not jealous enough to turn green," she clarified with a smile, not intimidated by his close proximity, "but that alabaster skin is enough to make me as jealous as possible as an angel."

Having reached the cashier, Gabrielle handed over her items and then her credit card (thankfully God had been very generous financially). The total had two zeros after it, causing Gabby to raise her eyebrows, but then she figured it would at least be good enough for her bond. "Here," she said, turning around to hand him the bag, "that's for you. Now, I'm starving. Can we grab a bite to eat before going wherever it is you want to?" Just stay nice, Gabby, and he should be fine. This was like talking to a ticking time bomb... she never knew what might set him off.