Happy, sappy couple drabbles, featuring Gabriel/Oliver and Caroline/Damen!
STARGAZING // Caroline/Damen
“Where are we going?” Damen huffed as Caroline pulled him along by the wrist up the steep hill.
“You’ll see when we get there.” She gripped him a little tighter and finally they got to the top. Damen let out a deep breath and gazed across the horizon, raising an eyebrow.
“So what’s this, exactly?”
“Just a good spot.” Caroline smiled at him and had him sit down beside her. She laid on her back and gazed up at the sky, letting out a deep breath. “It’s a perfect place for stargazing. The sky is so clear and beautiful, don’t you think?”
Damen peered up at the sky slowly then sighed and laid down on the ground beside her, their heads right next to each other. “I suppose it is rather relaxing. A way to get away from everything else in the world for just a little while.”
“That’s exactly why I brought you here. You’re always so tense and serious. You need to relax for a change.” She smiled at him and laid her hand in his. “I wanted to show you my favorite place so I could share it with you.”
He glanced over at her and sucked in a breath. Despite how dark it had gotten, he could see her face perfectly. She wore a beautiful smile, and he had never really noticed it before. Maybe it was because it was dark. He could see just how bright it was now. How bright she was in his dark world.
“Thank you,” he whispered, curling his fingers around her hand. “I needed this tonight.”
DRUNK // Caroline/Damen
Damen stumbled through the door and let out a heavy sigh, leaning against the door frame for a moment before going over to the couch and collapsing. A few moments later, Caroline came out of a back room and peered at him, raising an eyebrow.
“What’s your problem? You look like you just got hit by a truck.”
Damen grunted in response and slowly rolled over onto his back so he could look up at her. “No, I’m great, never felt better in my life.”
“You look like hell.”
“And you look like the most beautiful angel I’ve ever seen.” He pushed himself to his feet, wavering for just a moment before going over to her and wrapping his arms around her. Caroline stared at him with wide eyes but didn’t pull away.
“Are you quite alright? You don’t have a fever or anything, do you?”
“Only because you’re warming up the room with how stunning you are,” he said, leaning in closer to her. “Caroline, I have something to tell you, and I’ve been meaning to for some time now. I’ve only just now found the courage to do it, though.”
Damen’s lips were just inches from hers when he whispered, “Caroline, will you marry me?”
Caroline didn’t speak for a moment, then she said softly, “You’re definitely drunk.”
PAINKILLERS // Gabriel/Oliver
Gabriel has known pain as an angel, but with the promise of immediate healing at the end of a battle, he hardly notices. A wound to his true form is generally but a pinprick.
As a human, pain is the worst thing he can possibly conceive of. Oliver assures him that it is only a fracture of the bone in his arm; Gabriel manages to grit his teeth through the setting and binding.
Afterwards, the nurse gives him a little orange bottle full of tiny tablets, which Oliver explains are meant to be swallowed whole with water and dull the pain. Gabriel knows that the mortal healing process takes a long time, but he dutifully swallows one of the tablets.
It is like floating in the cosmos. He feels high, free, as if he has regained his wings and can do anything he wishes.
Somewhere in the distance, Oliver’s voice seeps through the fog— “Yeah, okay, that’s enough codeine for you. Definitely gonna pick up some ibuprofen…”
INTERLACED FINGERS // Gabriel/Oliver
“So your arm’s feeling better,” Oliver says casually.
Gabriel inclines his head, extending his arm and turning it; Oliver thinks it looks slightly more muscular than it had before, not that he had been paying close attention or anything. “It has regained its former strength much faster than expected,” Gabriel admits.
Oliver smirks a little. “That wouldn’t have anything to do with your new hobby, would it?”
Gabriel makes a noncommittal noise, and Oliver takes his hand to inspect it. His knuckles have acquired small calluses, rough to the touch when Oliver rubs his thumb over them. Overall, Oliver thinks, Gabriel’s hands are rugged but gentle, larger than Oliver’s, and their fingers feel right interlaced together.