Saturday morning rose cloudy and grey. Nathan walked into the cafe, wrapping his coat tightly around himself to sheild from the cold, and thought about how his papas heart had tasted. Still conflicted and wrapped up in his own angsty thoughts, he didn't notice the man infront of him until he walked right into him. The man swore as spilt coffee burned his hands, and was too preoccupied to hear Nathans apologies. Only when Nathan looked up did he recognise the man... as Gabriel.
Already recovered from the burns (with the help of some magic) Gabriel winked at Nathan. "Bonjour.." he purred. "I have long hair and can speak french."
"I am an angsty man because I ate my fathers heart for some reason." Nathan replied seductively.
"I am very gay."
"So am I."
"Well, that works out great then," Gabriel said with a flick of his long, silky, coloured hair.
"It may be 10 in the morning but that doesn't matter, lets go back to mine ;) " Nathan offered.
Gabriel held the door for him, abandoning his coffee cup on the nearest table. When they got back to Nathans... apartement? House? ... place of living, Nathan was shaking so much he couldn't manage to get the key into the keyhole. Gabriel came up behind him, wrapping one arm around his waist and the other placed reasuringly on his shaking hand.
"It's ok," he whispered, "you can do it because of your magic and the power of your fathers heart."
Nathan nodded, "I know, its just hard, because Im so angsty."
"I understand," Gabriel understood.
Finally once the door cooperated, they were inside his place of living and had hardcore graphic scandelous gay sex.
"Wow," Nathan breathed.
"Wow," Gabriel nodded.
All was good.