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faderift2015-11-06 02:01 pm
dreadinquisitor) wrote in faderift2015-11-06 02:01 pm
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Now I'm gonna reap what I sow
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.
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 was so innocuous, so innocent, that it surprised him with the force of how much it hurt, to watch Maxwell's eyes turn. To hear the dismissal, in his voice. His ears drooped, slightly, the smile faltering.
"Ah- right. Goodnight, Maxwell," he said, his voice tight, giving another smile he didn't feel before turning away. Only letting his face fall as far as his heart had once he was out of sight.