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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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..."

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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."

[dreadinquisitor]

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.