Erin! Set directly after the optional meeting. :]
He had seen her, out of the corner of his eye, and seen what he had known would happen. Under his watch, under the weight of this war and all that came with being of Inferni, his beautiful sister was wilting. This was not to say she had not been crushed before—a blue eyed man had seen to that. She had recovered, she had healed, but the scars on her hip were enough proof that she was not okay. Gabriel had not waited long after the meeting before he made his way towards her home, following the smoky scent that always clung to it.
Both feet, one scarred by his own hand, stopped outside of her doorway. Gabriel looked worn, but his mind did not allow such a thing to linger in his thoughts. There was a moment of hesitation; a moment where his ears turned back and he considered walking away then and there. Of all the things he was, however, Gabriel was not a coward. He would do what needed to be done, regardless of whom he hurt. “Rikka?” He called out, looking into the mouth of her home.
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