Gabriel
"Bloodletting? Why would you be exposed to something like that as a child? Someone's rituals, or something else?" Emily asked, concern etched into her features.
Gabriel sighed as he looked up at the pale rose ceiling above their heads. Even now, over a hundred years since it happened, there were nights where he would wake up drenched in sweat and shaking. It was rare, but sometimes he would immediately call his godmother, just to hear her voice and get reassurance that she was there and only a quick jump into the Shadows away.
He sighed and said, "Not a ritual, but . . . there were those who thought who I was a danger to Faerie. So the Wild Hunt was sent to end my existence. I was just a boy, a little older than ten years old when they came for me at night.
"See, my godmother, the woman who raised me, is a very dangerous woman, but she has her limits. And, in a way, in me, she had one of the few things she ever really wanted. Then this unstoppable force came to take me away from her."
He chuckled and stroked Emily's hair before continuing. "She chose my life over theirs until they decided I was not worth the continued bloodshed."
Rin
Rin blinked and said, "No, we didn't find a gun. Or at least, if a gun was found no one told me about it. Maybe I should tell that professor that it was my sister's father-in-law who was responsible for him getting his title."
She kept idly unwinding and winding the ribbon around her palm. "As for Luvia, trust me, she gives as good as she gets. Cousin or not."
