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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He can't help but feel like he's failing her, again - doomed if he does and doomed if he does't - so he just watches her go.

"Sorry, Pel," He whispers quietly to himself, once she's gone, and he's alone, standing in the stables, no better a person then when he'd arrived there.

He raised a hand to his eyes, brushing the last of the tears away. They were still red, but that would have to do.

One day he'd manage not to hurt the people he cared about most.

But today just wasn't it.