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“Yeaaaah!” Gabe exclaims, “I knew it! You’re just as horny as the rest of us! Wait, does that mean you and the other Fates were ever… you know, a thing?”
The Creator’s smile betrays a hint of nostalgia as they reply, “A long, long time ago… we might have been what you mortals call ‘a thing’. But with lives as long as ours, its rare for our kind to commit to relationships the way you understand them.”
“Would you… ever consider getting together with them again?” Gabe asks, suddenly looking oddly serious.
They laugh with a discordant honk. “Possibly, but all of us are far too busy keeping the flow of life functioning.”
“Can we help?” The Sender asks beaming up at the Creator with eager zeal.
The angel’s eyes flicker with little blinks of astonishment. “Wh- how?”
“Well, I could take your place! You, know… for a little bit!”
“Gabe, come on.” Kol sags, his shoulders drooping in a defeated slump. “We’re already pushing things as it is!”
The mouse smiles back at him: its not his usual horny- gremlin grin, rather its genuine and reassuring. “No! No! I know! I mean… someday! Like, when I die and come here as a ghost? Maybe, I could give you enough time to go see them again?”
“I appreciate the sentiment, but I have no idea if that would even be feasible.” The Creator admits, though clearly interested in the offer. “It would be an enormous responsibility.”
Kol raises an eyebrow and asks, “What brought this on?”
“I guess after what happened yesterday: I got scared about what could have happened to you and Casey.” Gabe looks up at his Creator with a tinge of sadness and says, “And the thought of spending all of eternity without being able to see my partners again? That just sucks, right?”
“Awww, Gabe…"
“In the meantime, Kol and I aren’t done with you yet.” Gabe says, crawling up and straddling the Creator’s lap. “We’re gonna make sure you cum your beautiful, angelic brains out.” He murmurs in their ear.
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