[closed] There's a million things I haven't done

[slipshot]

WHO: Gavin and Maxwell
WHAT: trouble in paradise
WHEN: NOWISH basically after Gavin visits Galadriel
WHERE: Location
NOTES: There's gonna be a FIGHT.

It was in the deepest part of the night - the moon had set but there were still hours before the sun rose, and despite the fact that the air was growing warmer in general, it was still bitterly cold when the wind blew strong. Running through the courtyard chilled him right to the bone, but once he made it into the hall, and into the gardens, the wind had at least stopped.

It didn't mean he was any warmer.

He found Maxwell tucked in a little closet off of the garden, and shook him awake.

"Maxwell - Maxwell, I need to talk to you --"

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[slipshot]

There it was. He'd thought--

No. It didn't matter what he thought.

He just stood there, for a moment, looking both furious and heartbroken, panicked and resigned, his eyes getting hotter by the second.

But Damn Fen'Harel, he would not let Maxwell see him cry.

So he just stared, a moment too long, and then he turned, and ran away.

[dreadinquisitor]

He almost spoke, right there, at the end. He shifted one small step, took a breath, but Gavin had already turned and whatever might have been strangled in his throat.

For the best.

He'd given up everything, he'd crossed Thedas, he'd tried so hard.... But he was what he was, and it was always going to come to this.

At least he'd had some time. Something good.

If only for a small while.

Slumping, he turned and moved back out into the cold.