The statue based on Gabriel was one of Eddy's most famous works. He had made the boy out of cracked porcelain with threads of gold holding the pieces together, the precious metal flowing like blood down his fragile body.<br/><br/>Eddy had carved out the boy's chest cavity and filled it with delicate dragon flies, each wing made out of hand cut glass, their bodies twisted copper wire and labradorite. They had flowed out of his torso in a horrifying, glittering swarm, obscuring the naked bones beneath that were carved meticulously out of driftwood and burned into a black char.<br/><br/>For the eyes, Eddy had used crushed emeralds and jade melted into glass disks, the backside of each coated in silver to make mirrors. It didnt match the complexities of Gabriel's gaze, so chillingly reflective and lifeless, but in the way that water or fire or smoke was lifeless. There was still movement in those green eyes, kinetic energy surging in its immeasurable depths, coiling like serene astral storms in the black abyss of space. Gabriel had always felt slightly not-of-this-world, which was what attracted Eddy in the first place.<br/><br/>Eddy sat down with a grateful smile. Gabriel was an odd duck but incredibly nonjudgemental. It was surprisingly easy for Eddy to talk to him, easier than talking to his therapist, that was for sure. He wasnt allowed to drink during his couch appointments.<br/><br/>"Always," he said, and gave his order to whoever Gabriel had flagged down, "scotch, neat."<br/><br/>He then turned back to Gabriel, "how you doing, Starshine?"<br/><br/>It was a nickname Eddy had given him when they first met, the boy had been in a very risqué outfit studded with glittery white stars and well... it stuck.