IC INBOX for FADE RIFT

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Gavin has a little box stuffed full of notes. Feel free to stuff one in there, if you like, or come say hi.

 

The notes may just be all doodles. 

just saying.

 

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"She is incredibly powerful," He agreed in a quiet awe, "But locking her up isn't going to make her help us. Isn't going to show why she should care what happens to us. But I - I'll be careful. I promise."

For a relative amount of careful.

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It wasn't as comforting as he'd hoped it would be, but there was little more he could do. And it wasn't as if he entirely disagreed with him.... He brought his knuckles to his lips, brushing a light, quick kiss against them, before slowly releasing him.

"Thank you."

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His skin prickled, watching Maxwell kiss his hand, and he met his eyes with what could only be described as a sad puppy dog look.

"... could I have a kiss, at least?" He whispered quietly.

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There at last, his mouth curled in the gentle beginnings of a smile.

"You don't have to ask, Gavin."

That time, he took Gavin's jaw, fingertips brushing over his chin, gripping enough to lift him up even as he was ducking down to bring their lips together. Gentle to start, but firming as his heart kicked, and hope and joy and love spread through him, tingling up the length of his spine.