Far from her, he was equal parts Angela's monster as Moira's. It was Mercy's technology and will, yet it was Moira that helped stabilize his condition after the fact.
❝ I'd rather take a certainty than a gamble, at least for now... ❞
Ｇａｂｒｉｅｌ "ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣" Ｒｅｙｅｓ
"You *can*. I found it thanks to Amélia, I have asked if you wanted it to improve."
She grumbled. Mumbling on about how she was an idiot not to see it before like she hadnt resurrected a very dead man.
◇ D E V I L ◇
❝ Placebos or "liquor logging" my body aren't exactly options I can deal with and you know it. ❞
The man sighed, some of his "mist" leaving him with a red hue mixed within the smokey black.
❝ Sometimes I wonder if I'd be able to become even a /fraction/ as whole as you are though. ❞
Ｇａｂｒｉｅｌ "ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣" Ｒｅｙｅｓ
"Oh so could you if you were determined enough."
She hummed.
"I feel it growing. I need to siphon someone soon."
She had gone so far that she needed it to sustain her body. Much like Gabriel needed the blood.
◇ D E V I L ◇
❝ Needing to siphon vs not being able to do anything is far from useless. Take it from the man who's very /existence/ depends on taking from others. ❞
A dry chuckle left the man's non-existent lips.
❝ At the very least, you can take comfort in a bottle. ❞
Ｇａｂｒｉｅｌ "ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣" Ｒｅｙｅｓ
Before she could drink it, his comment makes her cackle.
"It isnt doing well I can say that stuff. I try not to experiment on myself anymore.. not with this bloody useless arm how it is.."
The filter is off and alcohol is letting Moira speak freely.
◇ D E V I L ◇
Reyes walked to the bottle, taking it in hand and examining the brand. Then he handed it to the drunken mess that was the doctor.
❝ I would have though you'd have other experiments to tend to than seeing how functional your liver is. ❞
The man folded his arms as he sat on the couch's arm.
Ｇａｂｒｉｅｌ "ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣" Ｒｅｙｅｓ
"Not today at least.. but a few steps were made. I am waiting to see if the rabbits take to it or die."
So cold. But to her they were expendable.
She tries to reach for her half downed bottle. Its just out of her reach.
◇ D E V I L ◇
❝ As if you're one to talk about boundaries or privacy... ❞
The mist takes the form of Reyes, unmasked and with his cowl down.
❝ I don't imagine you've had any progress or breakthroughs if this is the state I'm finding you in. ❞
Ｇａｂｒｉｅｌ "ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣" Ｒｅｙｅｓ
She was laying on her sofa. About three whiskey bottles deep. Eyes open hazy and distant to the wraith.
"Do you ever knock..?"
She mumbled. Her lab coat still at her desk. Just her usual formal wear now.. though her tie is loose.
◇ D E V I L ◇
Cue a particular wraith coming from the vents in his mist-like form.
❝ Now isn't /this/ a sight. Having extra problems tonight, O'Deorain? ❞
Ｇａｂｒｉｅｌ "ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣" Ｒｅｙｅｓ
Pining Moira hours. Mm.. time to drink those feelings into oblivion.
