Gabriel stared at the seraph blades, sabers, the shark-toothed one-side arrow drawn knives that the natives of Van Diemen's Land favored. The dainty, tiny, but lethal throwing knives that he knew Carstairs favored. He glanced the metal aces and executioners axes and swords.
He went over to north facing stone wall, underneath its colored glass window of a dying soul, Gabriel touched the glass carefully, the glass that covered the sword that executed the last threads of life from Anne Boleyn.
Gabriel sighed, turned back to the weapons wall, and plucked a throwing knife from the wall, hooking it through his belt, going over to the east wall, and setting up the target on the wall.
He took a deep breath, and held it as he threw the knife elegantly through the air, his eyes closing after he threw the knife.
He jerked his shoulders as he plucked the knife from the wall, tilting his head back, and twirling the knife in his fingers.
"Not your worst effort Gabriel. That's quite something, even for a Shadowhunter, to throw a knife at 192 miles per hour, if I may say so. In America, we class that as 151 kilometers an hour. But, I have a record for doing fast weaponry. Ever dealt with something that can throw a curse at 600 kilometers an hour?" Tessa said, looking at him with her inquisitive gray eyes, her lips parted slightly, her arms crossed lightly underneath her dress.
Gabriel stared. Much to the point she wasn't wearing a dress.
She was wearing light blue cashmere pants, ending at her ankles, tight around her thighs, and she was wearing a black jumper with a thick rolled neck, her angel necklace and the necklace Carstairs gave her, glinting proudly on her bosom. He noticed that she had quite a large bosom.
Gabriel continued staring, his mouth open like a fish's in shock.
"As for the reason I'm not in my ordinary dress, was, because I was at a place where people are happy for me to wear the clothes I am wearing, which I find a lot more comfortable, rather than dragging skirts and such heavy under fittings around. Besides, if you had just been doing, what I had been doing Gabriel, even Will couldn't do it in a dress, neither you at that." Tessa finished cheerfully, coming over to his side, her heels clicking on the floor.
"May I ask, what do you exactly mean by...curse, Miss Gray? And, even for a warlock, or whatever specimen of that squad you may be, I find that a bit hard to believe. Last time I was told, you were a shape-shifter, marrying a drug-addict." He asked, his tone drawling, taking in her clothes. He also noticed that her hair was loose, and she looked rather pretty.
"I mean curse, when I say curse, Gabriel. Call Jem that again, I'll put the cruciatus curse to your gentiles." Replied Tessa, still in the same cheerful tone.
"Kramadai!" She scream, a bolt of sixteen different shades of silver sphere in her pale palm, and Gabriel didn't know what happened next. He was thrown backwards, his head banging on the stone floor, his body curling it on himself, searing, burning pain flooding through his heart at a rapid point. He let out a yell, until, her suddenly felt, warm fingers on his chest, and the pain etching through him, faded as well, and a pair of shining gray eyes looked down at him.
"Don't worry, that feeling, as if you are going to die happens to every Shadowhunter who gets involved with this. Its over within seconds." Tessa said gently, hauling him to his feet.
"That, you just experienced was a harmless jinx. Virtually a little ball of electricity, it was invented by a fool that fell in love. But, that is a jinx thrown at that speed. It also seemed, that that pain you previously experienced by a unknown heart condition you seem to suffer from. I'm not really surprised that the silent brothers haven't picked it up. Quite simply, your heart gave out for a couple of moments; the blood got a bit pressed for time in the veins. Nothing life threatening, but the pain did seem life threatening. That was quite a yell you gave. Not that it was given for a nothing less cause, though..." Tessa whispered, at the mixed emotion stare that Gabriel gave her from the floor.
Gabriel didn't realise that his hand was still loosely through Tessa's.
The door banged open, Gideon and Will coming in, Gideon smirking at something Will had said, his mouth dropped open at Tessa and Gabriel, Will going as still as a statue, his eyes blazing with resolute anger, disbelieving shock, and faded comedical grace to fade and tear his image in front of no-one's and someone's eyes.
Gabriel, quickly let go of Tessa's hand, a blush staining his faintly freckled cheeks, his mouth open, his green eyes quickly darting between his brothers and Wills, a deer caught in the rifles range, unsure whether to step its-his- unsure fate.
"G-Gideon, W-W-Will, I-"Gabriel began, his voice stammering. Gabriel almost wanted to raise his hands in surrender, but, he knew it would do no good, only leak coward's guilt of nothing at all virtually.
"Just fuck off Lightworm, and keep away from Tessa, otherwise we are going to have a case of Murdoch." Will said to him coldly, grabbing him by his collar, and throwing him from the room, like Muhammad Ali would punch an opponent.
"Will, you arse." Tessa yelled, slapping him across the face twice, hard. "Due to a demonstration that I just an enacted, Gabriel has just suffered a minor heart attack-" Gideon rushed out of the room, not before Tessa grabbed him by his waistcoat, and held it fast. "This was caused by a condition that has-and had- escaped The Silent Brothers attentions. Luckily, I was able to stop it in time, before Gabriel volare to close to heaven. Now, Gideon, go to your brother, and Will, I shall murder you." Finished Tessa quickly, her breathing was shallow, quick, as though she had just run a marathon. An angry flush seeped into her cheeks, and stayed there, like fire on pale porcelain cheeks. She let go of Gideon's waistcoat, and stared at the muck that had come onto her hand. She pulled a fibered cloth from the pocket of her pants, and scrubbed her hand clean. "Gideon, what on this bloody earth have you been doing? The back of your waistcoat is atrocious!" Tessa said, a delicate brown eyebrow raised in question.
"By the angel Gideon," mumbled Gabriel, looking into his brothers worried eyes. "We are having one shit fortnight and a bit aren't we?"
