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All your coffee are belong to Gabe!

Location: The Cravat
Time: N/A. (Though for all intents and purposes it is morning.)

This morning, as with many mornings, Gabe's first thought was one word. This one word was 'coffee.' He carefully extricated himself from his and Jeannot's bed, making sure not to wake his love as he did. He left the room quietly and went down the stairs, looking for any new room, hopefully one containing a coffee-maker and some grounds. As luck ((or possibly the BC's inherent MKCSR powers)) would have it, the first room he decided to explore was the kitchen, the coffee-maker on the counter like a gift from G-d. He only had to look through two cupboards before finding the coffee grounds and cups, and he set about making it, humming Chelsea Hotel #2 very loudly to himself. Once done, he sat upon the counter, impatiently watching it percolate.


Feb. 1st, 2007 02:32 am (UTC)
Gabe opened his eyes to look up at Jeannot curiously. "Why the past tense?" he asked. "Did your angel fly off?"
Feb. 1st, 2007 02:50 am (UTC)
Jeannot smiled down at Gabe, stroking his cheek again. "Not this angel," he said softly, and pressed two fingers to his lips and then to Gabe's, a sort of kiss by proxy. Growing thoughtful again, he shrugged. "My angel... I don't know," Jeannot told him truthfully. "I do not think-- well, let me tell you the story, and then you will know as much as I do."

He settled a bit more comfortably on the couch. "The part that is my family's secret that is not a secret comes first," he began. "I have told you that I have three brothers, and that I am the eldest." Jeannot stroked Gabe's hair absent-mindedly, the look in his eyes faraway. "Well. My mother also bore a girl-child at the same time as me. I came first, by a few minutes, and then my sister."
Feb. 1st, 2007 03:16 am (UTC)
Concern clouded Gabe's face. "Was she still-born?" he asked, quietly, not wanting to upset his love.
Feb. 1st, 2007 03:31 am (UTC)
Jeannot shook his head, smiling down at Gabe. "No, she was born alive, and lived for four years. Her name was Anne-Marthe." He shrugged. "Then we had the fever, both of us. She was weaker, and so she died first, and everyone expected that I would die as well, but--" He grinned, a bit self-conscious. "My angel, aimé. That is my first true memory: lying in bed with this beautiful angel all in white standing next to me, telling me not to be afraid."
Feb. 1st, 2007 03:49 am (UTC)
"Is that why you became a painter, Jean?" Gabe asked, eyes closed, trying to picture what his love had described.
Feb. 1st, 2007 04:02 am (UTC)
Jeannot blinked, a bit confused. "Because of my angel?" He considered the idea, then shook his head. "No. It was Alexandre who made me a painter, I think. I never painted or drew anything at all, before I met him." He could say his first love's name now without the stab of guilt, and Jeannot counted that as a small victory. He smiled again and combed his fingers through Gabe's hair, happy. "No, mon amour, but my angel saved me, certainly."
Feb. 1st, 2007 04:29 am (UTC)
"It's a good thing he did, too," Gabe said, smiling up at Jeannot. He lifted one hand to trace the line of his love's jaw. "Because I don't know what I'd do without you."
Feb. 1st, 2007 04:47 am (UTC)
Jeannot reached up to take Gabe's hand. "I'm glad he did, too," he said softly, and kissed Gabe's palm lovingly. He was quiet for a moment, thinking. "The second time my angel saved me," he went on, "I was perhaps six or seven years old. I had gone with my father to visit a cousin, and I slipped away from my father to chase a dog down the street." He laughed and shook his head. "And I was lost, in an unfamiliar district far from home, and very frightened. I hid in an alley, because there were so many strangers." Jeannot smiled. "But my angel was there, of course. He looked like any other man, but I recognized him, and he took my hand and led me back to a street I knew, so that I could find my way home."
Feb. 2nd, 2007 11:39 pm (UTC)
Gabe closed his eyes to listen to the story, his mind painting water-colour pictures of the incident in his head. He smiled. "It sounds," he murmured, "like a fairy-tale story."
Feb. 3rd, 2007 12:28 am (UTC)
"It does, doesn't it?" Jeannot nodded thoughtfully. "But it is true, aimé. I tried to tell my mother, but she told me it did not happen, and..." He smiled. "I almost believed her. I think I did, for a time, convince myself that I had imagined it all, but then I saw my angel once more." Jeannot paused and closed his eyes to remember better.

"It was just before my father died," he went on after a moment. "Soon after my thirteenth birthday, in the summer. I was walking with a group of the boys of my neighborhood on one of the smaller bridges across the river. Being only boys, we were playing and making dares for one another, trying to see who could best the others. And one boy dared me to walk on the edge of the bridge, the barrier--" He sketched the shape of the feature with his hands, not sure what it was called. "And, since I was foolish and young, I did." He shook his head at his idiocy. "I was just in the middle of the bridge, and I put my foot down on a patch of moss, and I slipped--" He broke off and shuddered, remembering the awful sensation of knowing, for one terrible moment, that he was about to fall, knowing that there was nothing he could do to save himself.
Feb. 3rd, 2007 05:42 am (UTC)
Gabe felt Jeannot's distress at the memory and took his hand, carefully entwining their fingers, in an attempt to comfort him. "You fell?" he prompted.
Feb. 3rd, 2007 06:06 am (UTC)
Jeannot shook his head, gripping Gabe's hand gratefully. "I was about to fall," he answered softly. "I felt myself slipping, and I knew I was going to fall into the river, and then--" He looked down at Gabe seriously. "My angel was there, aimé. He was just behind me, and he wrapped his arms around me. I felt it," he added, aware that it sounded unbelievable. "He held me for a moment, and whispered in my ear, n'aie pas peur, not to be afraid, and then he set me down gently on the bridge again." He shook his head, still awed by that moment.
Feb. 3rd, 2007 07:20 am (UTC)
"Maybe that wasn't the last time you saw him," Gabe suggested. "Maybe, ever since then, he's just been waiting on the edges of things, giving you a push in the right direction, but not obviously enough to be noticed, just making sure you go where you need to go and meet who you have to meet." He smiled. "Making sure you play your proper part in life."
Feb. 3rd, 2007 07:31 am (UTC)
Jeannot smiled, pleased with the thought, and cupped Gabe's cheeks in his hands. "Then he was certainly at the place where we met," he said softly, and bent down to kiss Gabe gently. He pulled away after a moment and considered the idea more seriously. "I always thought," he said after a moment, "that he left because I met Alexandre that year, soon after my father died." He shrugged, a bit self-conscious. "I thought of him as my guardian, a bit, but..." Jeannot shook his head. "That is silly," he murmured, though he still looked thoughtful.
Feb. 3rd, 2007 08:08 am (UTC)
"Why's it silly?" Gabe asked. "It's not as though there's a set of rules about guardian angels. It's all belief, and belief starts with what one man thought."
Feb. 3rd, 2007 04:34 pm (UTC)
Jeannot considered this for a moment, and looked down at Gabe with a slight frown. "Surely it begins with God, rather," he began, and then stopped short. "Ah, but you are a Jew," he remembered. "Do Jews believe in God, aimé?"
Feb. 3rd, 2007 11:23 pm (UTC)
"People can believe in things that are untrue, can't they?" Gabe asked, sitting up to continue the theological discussion in a slightly more dignified position. "And yes, Jews do believe in G-d. We believe in the same god most Christians do, really, just in different stages of maturity." He paused. "'Maturity' isn't really the best word, but I can't think of another."
Feb. 3rd, 2007 11:33 pm (UTC)
"Oh," Jeannot murmured, a bit surprised by this bit of information, and leaned against Gabe's shoulder peacefully. "I always thought that Jews must have some other god, some frightening thing with six arms or two heads, like the paynims in the Holy Land, or the Indians of the East," he confessed. "But your God is the same as ours?" He frowned, puzzled. "Then you are a sort of Christian after all, n'est-ce pas?"
Feb. 4th, 2007 12:11 am (UTC)
"No," Gabe said. "You're a sort of Jew, as was Jesus himself. Judaism came first, and the Old Testament is part of the Jewish religion. The Christians came later, and with them came the New Testament. At first they were just a sect of Jews, who believed that Jesus was the Messiah and the son of G-d. Eventually they split off totally and people don't really even associate them any more." He shrugged. "But the main difference is that Christians believe that Jesus is the Messiah while Jews are still waiting for theirs to show."
Feb. 4th, 2007 12:25 am (UTC)
"Hm," said Jeannot thoughtfully, and went silent for a bit, trying to work all of this out. "Then... why is it that Christians dislike Jews so?" He smiled after a moment and kissed Gabe's cheek. "Most Christians, and most Jews, anyway," he corrected himself.
Feb. 4th, 2007 12:50 am (UTC)
"Ignorance, I suppose," Gabe replied, softly. "I've found that's the reason for most prejudice." He moved a little closer to Jeannot, not really wanting to think of such things. "Let's not talk of hate, though. It's depressing."
Feb. 4th, 2007 12:56 am (UTC)
Jeannot nodded and wrapped one arm around Gabe's waist, holding him close. "I don't mean to upset you, aimé," he told his love, and smiled up at him. "Do you suppose that Watson and M. Holmes have finished talking?" he asked, and then laughed, remembering the silence from behind the kitchen door. "Or whatever it was they were doing, anyway," he murmured with a grin.
Feb. 4th, 2007 01:09 am (UTC)
((I think it's cute how Jeannot feels the need to 'M.' Holmes but not Watson.))

Gabe smiled. "Probably not," he said. "Though if we left them uninterrupted they probably wouldn't be done until tomorrow, so it may be best if we disturbed them."
Feb. 4th, 2007 01:13 am (UTC)
((Because, you see, Watson has given him permission to drop the M. le Dr., and Holmes hasn't yet. Also, Holmes is scarier than Watson.))

Jeannot laughed. "I want breakfast, anyway," he said decisively, and rose, holding out a hand to Gabe and smiling at him. "Let's go, aimé."
Feb. 4th, 2007 01:24 am (UTC)
((Hah, true. Gabe is a fearless bastard, though, and was immediately on a last-name, honorificsless basis with the both of them.))

Gabe took Jeannot's hand as he stood. "To the kitchen, then," he said, and led Jeannot down the hall back to the kitchen door. In a fit of politeness, he decided to knock.
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