Now I'm gonna reap what I sow

[dreadinquisitor]

WHO: Maxwell Trevean and Gavin Ashara; Gavin Ashara and Pel Ashara
WHAT: Maxwell and Gavin crush awkwardly, Gavin's ex-fiance wanders in. Dun dun duuuun.
WHEN: Forward dated slightly to just before the Mire signups.
WHERE: Battlements
NOTES: All the sadz. Maybe some language? Will updated if needed.

Walking the battlements, Maxwell was on patrol. Watching the dark night sky and the cold, moonlit horizon for rippling wings or marching shadows. In reality the only he'd seen were shining stars and the occasional animal - foxes and rabbits, kiting across the ground.

Humming to himself, a old Marcher battle hymn, he leaned against the stone and chased a familiar constellation with his eyes.

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It may as well have been a canon shot, for how abruptly he pulled away. He turned in time to see her - the silhouette absolutely unmistakable. The panic that had almost been pushed away when Maxwell's lips had pressed back that tender kiss had now returned full force, and far eclipsed it.

Pel.

The knowledge of what had happened was instant, and made his heart plummet right into his stomach. Idiot. He was an absolute idiot. He turned quickly back to look at Maxwell, his expression torn between apologetic and panicked, and he squeezed his arm once, tightly.

"Sorry," he said in a rush. "Maxwell, I--- Sorry, I have to--" But he couldn't finish the sentence, just abruptly let go, turned on his heel, and ran off: swearing under his breath as he chased after Pel.

[dreadinquisitor]

He might have laughed, was starting to smile - a stranger, embarrassed for having walked in on them; him, blushing, but happy - but both died quickly when he turned back and saw the look on Gavin's face. He had just enough time to process that something was horribly wrong, but before he could even ask, Gavin was pulling away.

"Gav--"

Then he was running away. And in a heartbeat, Maxwell was standing alone in the quiet of the battlements, feeling like he'd been struck. Uncertainly, his hands flexed at his sides and he turned, eyes blank. Lost.

There was nothing to say. There was nothing to do.

He could only stagger back into his patrol, watching the strangely emptier horizon.