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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[dreadinquisitor]

It was different. And he knew it was different. And it still hurt him to see it, to hear it - that shadow, that pause.

But, he knew just as well that there was nothing he could for it, other than to be there.

So he let himself be disheveled, and then playfully made a show of preening.

"Oh, she's not so bad. So long as you always keep your hands where she can see them, and pay upfront."

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"If she asks to see my hands, it is because she is planning to smack them with a rolling pin." He gave a lopsided smile.

"You might be able to charm more icing out of her, but she'll still need to use what supplies we have."

[dreadinquisitor]

"True." Giving up the ruse, he thought about it for a moment, running his palm over his hair idly. "...Perhaps something else then. Cookies? Petite fours?"

Maybe he hadn't really given his parents the credit they'd deserved. There was effort in the planning, if nothing else.

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"I say we spend the time between buttering up the cook and seeing what she suggests. She would know far better than the rest of us, what she can make do with." He paused, and then grinned.

"Though maybe you should be the one to do the buttering up. You are very handsome."

[dreadinquisitor]

"Or you should," Maxwell replied without missing a beat. "I can't tell the stories the way you do."

Or even had the stories, really. Whether they were true or not, Gavin made them real.

"I'd just open a tab at the Herald's Rest and be done with it, but I've seen how some people drink," Maxwell laughed lightly.

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"You'd be paying it off for years," He agreed, wrapping an arm around Maxwell's waist.

"Mm, I guess we should think on it for a while. I can ask around, maybe. We should be throwing you the party, after all."

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"Long after the Inquisition was gone, here I'd still be - washing dishes to pay my debt," he chuckled, unresistant as Gavin wound about him, even turning into the embrace and nuzzling against the elf's collarbone. "All pruned for my trouble. The horror."

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Gavin chuckled, tilting his head to be able to smell Maxwell's hair. Look, it smelled good, okay?

"Definitely throwing you the party, then. I am not sure it would be easy to sleep with a prune..."

[dreadinquisitor]

There was a deep laugh, and then another playful nip.

"And in thirty years when I'm a prune anyway?"

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"Then I will be a prune, and our wrinkles will fit together nicely," He teased back, squeezing his side.

He wet his lips and the smile grew.

"Stop worrying about wrinkles and give me a kiss."

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His head lifted, smiling warmly down at Gavin. His eyes glinting happily as he reached with one hand to gently touch his cheek.

"Good."

Finger sliding up into the copper silk of Gavin's hair, he leaned to touch his lips to the elf's. Light, almost chaste, playful, before melting into the heat of it.

Absolutely perfect.