Danse Macabre

Gabriel grinned down at her. "You would make a perfect angel, too."

He tried not to smile wryly at the meaning of his name. He was anything but a man of God - the people he had killed, his lack of faith, his inability to make decisions based on morals, rather than personal satisfaction... but he was glad that he had met her. Even if he was not destined for anything special, meeting her was.

"Now, that is definitely a special fate if ever I heard one." he ruffled her hair, playfully.

Vashka blushed by a bit. Turning her head into another direction. an angel ? Her ? No... She's not well suited. She tried... but... maybe... someday?She shook her head after being ruffled."Someday then! I'll be an angel! An angle so beautiful that... um... everyone will play with me!" She giggled. She lied a little but that's fine with her. She can turn into a succubus, not an angel.

"Special fate,huh.... " she smiled a bit. " You , Gaby. I hereby acknowledge you as my big brother! so you could do big brother stuff like... umm... protect me! Oh wait, the other way around. I'll protect you! " She smiled.