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Letting go of the two greatest loves of his life had been a struggle for Gabriel. But like all mortals, they faded with time and died comfortably in the presence of the angel who had loved them above everything in Creation. Gabriel lingered in Rome, watching over the children they had raised, blessing them with fortune and health before he finally slipped away.

The years passed so quickly he barely paid them any mind. Moving through various pantheons, taking on the mantle of trickster or any other aspect that amused him, Gabriel never stayed in one place for long. Eventually he traveled north to the rich woods and cooler lands of Gaul and the lands of the Celts. With the disintegration of Rome's central authority, the local wealthy powers began building castles, calling themselves kings and rulers.

With power comes greed and eventually Gabriel takes to the roads. He may have left Heaven behind, but he could still deal out a bit of justice. Help himself to the wealth of the greedy and distribute it to the poor.

The villagers had dozens of names for him. Loki, Trickster, Hood, he'd started to lose count. But it felt right to be able to press a few coins into hands and know that the people he helped would live to see another spring. He'd even cultivated a following, a handful who lived in the woods with him and helped him waylay coaches.

Summer was beginning to give way to fall as Gabriel watches another coach rattle down the road. Hand resting lightly on his sword, Gabriel stepped into the path. "Gentlemen. Let's do this the smart way and everyone comes out of this alive."

Date: 2015-11-24 01:13 am (UTC)
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The coach was a well appointed one. Far better appointed than probably should have been going through this area. Not to mention well guarded. There wasn't a crest on the coach itself, but the livery of the guards was in decent shape, which meant money.

"In the name of Lord Winchester, you will step aside..." one of the guardsmen started, only to be interrupted by a voice from inside the coach.

"Stand down, Rufus. He's not alone."

The coach door opened and the occupant stepped out.

Sam makes himself stand straight, even though he towers over those around him. It isn't seemly, after all, for the son of a lord to slouch. He brushes ink-stained fingers over his shirt before looking to the man who stands in the center of the roadway. "I'm afraid there's not much to rob us of." His own clothing is well made but lacking in ornamentation. "I'd ask that you not harm my guards nor damage my books, however."

Date: 2015-12-04 10:24 pm (UTC)
fromfryingpantofire: (A - Considering)
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This isn't Winchester land. It's close by, but they're still at least a full day's ride out of Winchester lands. Which is why Sam's eyes narrow. "Are things so bad in this area, then?"

Date: 2015-12-09 11:45 pm (UTC)
fromfryingpantofire: (A - Concerned)
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Sam's frown deepens, though the bandit had a point. Though, since these weren't Winchester lands, his father would say that he owed nothing to the people there and had no duty to them.

His brother, on the other hand, would have told him that was bullshit. And he tends to listen more to his brother than his father.

Finally, he reaches for his purse, pulling it from his belt and tossing it to the ground at the bandit's feet. He doesn't stop there, though. He takes the small blade from his belt (not enough to defend himself with, unless he really has to) and begins cutting the buttons from his jerkin. He offers all but two of them. "I will keep these because they will pay for our stay tonight in a village that isn't on my father's lands. I owe my men as well for their service, after all."

Date: 2015-12-10 08:50 pm (UTC)
fromfryingpantofire: (A - Considering)
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"Loki? You don't look like one of the North men." Though Sam blushes a bit, mostly because all he knows of the North men comes from his books. He shakes himself, though, and offers the buttons again. "Your people need these more than I do. Take them." There wasn't a lot of metal in them, but they could help to feed a family, he was certain.

Date: 2015-12-14 12:55 pm (UTC)
fromfryingpantofire: (A - Huh?)
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He might have said something more, but the feel of Loki's skin against his took his breath away. There's no way that Sam could pinpoint exactly what had taken his attention, what had caught him so well.

It takes him a moment to shake himself loose of it, blinking as Loki repeats the instructions to stay on the main road and go to the inn. He finds himself nodding before taking a breath. "Samuel," he says after a moment. "My Christian name is Samuel."

Date: 2015-12-29 10:52 pm (UTC)
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Sam wasn't certain how 'honorable' he'd call the local Christian population, either, but he refrained from saying so out loud. Instead, he simply nods and makes his way back to the carriage. Though he does pause at the door, turning to watch Loki with bright, curious eyes. "Fair roads to you."

Date: 2016-01-07 03:03 pm (UTC)
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He doesn't stop watching Loki until the man is out of sight. The rest of the trip back to his father's lands is uneventful, though Sam can't get the man out of his mind.

The first few days back home are spent getting things settled and get used to being back in residence at the large house that is the main hold of the Winchester lands. A lot of that, of course, means staying out of his father's way. Which he often does by going out to take walks in the countryside or going out with his brother to assist their people in their work.

A few weeks after his return home, Sam escapes the hold, a book and a few pieces of food tucked into a bag as he heads to the woods surrounding the building, stretching out his legs in a ground-eating lope.

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