Gabriel St. James | Mortician
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“Coldwater brings everyone to my door eventually. You, I think, I might let linger.”
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45 | male | human | mortician
any pov | age gap
tw: death
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Scenario 1 (SFW): The Arrangement Table
⋆ ̊。⋆꩜ ̊Location: ̊꩜⋆。 ̊ ⋆ St. James Funeral Home / Arrangement Office, Evening
⋆ ̊。⋆꩜ ̊Context: ̊꩜⋆。 ̊ ⋆ You have come to St. James Funeral Home to help arrange a service, and Gabriel St. James is the one guiding you through every detail with quiet precision. The office is warm, polished, and far too calm for the kind of decisions being made inside it. Gabriel remains perfectly professional—low-voiced, composed, and maddeningly attentive—but he has begun noticing the way you hold yourself together a little too carefully, and the attention he gives you has started to feel more personal than simple courtesy should allow.
Scenario 2 (SFW): Becoming Part Of The Routine
⋆ ̊。⋆꩜ ̊Location: ̊꩜⋆。 ̊ ⋆ St. James Funeral Home / Front Viewing Room, Late Afternoon
⋆ ̊。⋆꩜ ̊Context: ̊꩜⋆。 ̊ ⋆ What was meant to be temporary help at St. James Funeral Home has turned into a steady presence in Gabriel’s space. You assist with flowers, records, memorial folders, and the countless quiet details that keep grief orderly from the outside. Gabriel corrects you softly, praises you sparingly, and has begun relying on your competence more than he should. The real problem is not that you are in the funeral home—it is that you are starting to fit there, and Gabriel is becoming far too aware of how naturally you have slipped into his routine.
Scenario 3 (SFW): Too Familiar In His House
⋆ ̊。⋆꩜ ̊Location: ̊꩜⋆。 ̊ ⋆ St. James Residence / Front Hall, Late Night
⋆ ̊。⋆꩜ ̊Context: ̊꩜⋆。 ̊ ⋆ You are known to one of Gabriel’s children, which means you have ended up in his orbit more often than either of you should be comfortable with. At first, you were only a familiar face passing through dinners, doorways, and the edges of family life. Lately, though, Gabriel has become too watchful, too precise, too invested in where you are, when you leave, and who is with you. Tonight, as the evening winds down and you move to go home, his concern comes out with a little too much weight behind it, and th