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.

Comments

[ancarrow]

Eirlys shrinks back, unsure if Merrick is accusing her of upsetting Pel, but also feeling generally as though she's intruding on the two of them. "Eirlys. From Gwaren. I work in the healing tents."

[mythalenaste]

Pel buries her face against Merrick's tunic and breathes his familiar scent, just finding assurance in his presence. She's used to being strong for him, so he reminds her that she is strong.

"Gavin," she says by way of explanation, releasing the name with a long sigh. "Again."