Frustrated. Angered. Eyes that were hidden beneath his mask flickered with a fiery rage and directed straight towards the violet hued woman who seemed to care less. "The hell were you thinking?!" He snapped, but only a cold, bitter gaze was held away from his line of sight, her arms crossed over. "Doing my job." Replied the lass in a calm yet venomous tone, the strength of her French accent never dimming down one bit as she spoke. No sign of emotion was shown from the outside with Amélie. However, on the inside, oh how was she fuming. A mere scoff parted from the tall, dark man's lips, shaking his head. "Doing your job? Really?" He takes a step forward. "You think exposing the mission, exposing yourself, by putting a bullet into the head of the man who we were supposed to interrogate— NOT KILL— was doing your job? Wow. I didn't know the program that made you emotionless, also made you just as stupid." Her eyes snapped open in an flash as she returns a malicious, enraged glare that even caught Reaper slightly off guard. "That is funny coming from the man who is short-tempered, has a tendency to just charge into action with guns blazing, and not only that, but lost to a damn monkey. I'm sure you remember that clearly, don't you, Moissonneuse?" An awkward, tense silence surrounded them at that point, until only an agitated growl rumbling in his throat is heard, and the lad separates himself from the strict stare-down occurring between them. Usually, she would continue playing this game with him. But there was a question in her mind blocking that opportunity which she couldn't seem to come to conclusion about. Why did he care so much? In the mission, she already had enough information from their target that there was no further need to have him living. So, without hesitation, she threw out the trash. Simple as that. He wasn't even really important or known well enough that they would have that big of a problem if conflict were to arise. Not to mention that the man's henchmen weren't anywhere close to threatening and she only walked out of there with a couple of scratches. Just a simple bruise that was shown upon her left cheek after one of the soldiers threw a lucky swing at her, and he didn't walk out of there breathing, nor with his hand, after that. Be that as it may, Reaper wouldn't stop. Something from this was bothering him, yet she couldn't understand what it was or why. Her curiosity grew more and more as time progressed, until she takes a step forward as well, narrowing those shimmering eyes of gold and piercing them straight through his. "For a man who is known to be cruel and heartless. You seem to be very touchy about this subject. Why?" Gabriel doesn't say a word. This irritates her even more so, and her feet takes a few steps toward him until she is face-to-face, her hands latching onto the fabric of his chest plate as she pushes him slightly back but stays gripped on. "Dis quelquechose! Do not stay silent on me, Gabriel!"
"Do not call me that."
"I will call you whatever the hell I--"
Without a seconds delay, without a thought or a plan, it was in an immediate response that his mask was pulled up, and his lips were put into contact with her own. Silence. Nothing but a muffled struggle of confusion and shock, the kiss stunned her completely. She hadn't known what to say, what to do. But when he kissed her..the touch of his lips that were damaged and scarred felt as soft and gentle as a feather. The strong aroma of tobacco, the texture of his smug, rough facial hair didn't bother her one bit..Instead, she enjoyed it. She doesn't understand it. She hated it. She loved it. She wanted to stop. But she wanted more, more, more..Her thoughts bombarded her and began to bubble up like a chemical reaction, fizzing with memories that were only leading to her surely exploding. Memories of a kiss she once had with a man she fell in love with a long time ago..Memories of a man who made her happy a long time ago..Memories of a man she took the life of a long time ago..And she wanted no part of it anymore. Her hands pressed forward into his chest to separate the interlock between their mouths, until they retracted away and the back of one of them was lodged straight into the cheek of the man that stood before her. A loud 'smack' echoes in the emptiness of the room that surrounded them. An intense, icy glare is glued upon him by the spider. "Get. Out." The tone of her words were just as harsh as how she slapped him, and nothing more was said by the Reaper. A hand put upon his cheek from where he was struck angrily by the woman, a simple chuckle is exhaled under his breathe as he turns around to then walk towards the exit of the room. Her gaze never leaves him, seeing him facing the door until he stops, looking by the corner of his eye, an eye gleaming in a crimson glow. "I think that alone should answer your question, mon cher. Goodnight." With that, he opens the door and slams it shut, leaving her alone and unable to process what had just occurred. Her body doesn't move from the spot she was on, her eyes never leave the direction of the door, and only the sheer movement of her fingers tracing up to her lips is made. The lips that touched his..His that were the softest she had felt in a long time..
A very long..time..
