#ac:gill

[chelseahasdaggers]

Bon Appetit - Gill and Jin

@gildedpages

As Jin closed the lid on the still steaming tupperware container, he smiled faintly to himself, knowing that his attempt to look after his younger friend was going to be seen through immediately.  He couldn’t help but worry about Gill from time to time, largely because the young man reminded him somewhat of himself at that age.  When one worked hard, it was easy to forget about meals and social times, so he did his best to keep an eye on his fellow apartment dweller. He’d met Gill shortly after the blonde had moved in, and after inviting him for tea, found that the two of them were similar in some ways. Despite their age difference, Jin considered him to be one of his few friends.

With that in mind, the young doctor strode out of his apartment and clambered down the stairs to the first floor. Once he was in front of Gill’s door, he straightened himself a bit and then knocked gently on the door with his free hand, the other holding the container of tomato risotto he knew his friend would be all too happy to eat. 

[living-loving-molly]

In the parking lot of the winery (just before he purchases a bottle of white wine) Gill seeks out Molly's car; he sets a half-dozen roses against the driver's side of the wind shield. He double checks that it's still there on his way out, pleased to find that it not being a particularly windy day has kept the bouquet safe. Slipped into the bouquet with the roses is a note, which reads: "Happy Valentine's Day, to Molly, love Gill."

Roses. Oh how she loved roses. 

Having left the wire to her phone charger in the backseat, and her phone already at 25% batterylife, she took a quick break from her busy day to retrieve it. Unfortunately she had immediately forgot about the wire once her eyes had landed on the bouquet of a half-dozen roses sitting pretty on her windshield. She picked them up, taking in their scent, and releasing a content sigh. Picking out the card, she read it, the smile on her lips growing wider as she read the signed name. 

“You are too sweet, Gill.” She said to herself, taking another sniff of the flowers before returning to the shop to set them inside a vase. 

[myfairluna-blog]

He leaves a half dozen roses at Luna's work station (with Candace's help to be discreet about the whole affair), and is in and out of the shop so briefly that he manages to not run in to the shop's manager. Tucked into the small bouquet is a note that reads: "Happy Valentine's Day." The to and from fields are left empty, almost as though the sender had been embarrassed when filling them out.

Luna hummed to herself merrily as she came into the shop from her brief trip home, sunglasses and scarf still in place from the chilly cold and bright sun outside. She tilted up her glasses the second she saw them: a vivid bouquet of roses on the counter.

“Oh!”

She hurried up to them, thirstily digging for the card and eyes pouring over it, flipping it over and over again for a name, anything, something that could hint at who it was from or who it was for. Nothing, nada. Did Gill send them and wimp out on putting his name? No, he was still pretty sore over their break up as far as she could tell. But she wouldn’t put it past him... still, did someone in the shop by them for themselves or for decoration? Luna pouted her lip out with a disappointed sigh at that idea, taking a moment to let the disappointment out before swallowing it again and cheerily upping her voice to something less hurt:

“Caaaaaaandace~!” the pink-haired girl finally sang out, fingers tapping the counter as she hovered in front of the large bouquet. “Who’re these roses for~?”

[ii-chase-that-feeling-blog]

Gill glanced up as Chase arrived home — heaving a sigh of relief that his timing had actually been fairly good, for once. Usually Gill struggled when it came to getting food and Chase at the table at the same time, and especially so to have dinner still be hot. "Good, you're here," he said in monotone, setting a plate of Sea Urchin Bruschetta down at the spot at the kitchen table that his roommate usually claimed during meals. "I hope you haven't eaten. I have wine, too. Just give me a second."

After a long day of selling wine, there was nothing more that Chase wanted than to be home drinking a bottle of said wine. He hadn’t asked what Gill was going to be doing for the day before now, mostly because he’d assumed that the other man would be going on a date. Whether that was with his current ex-girlfriend or a new interest, Chase didn’t try to wonder at it too much. No reason to feel like he should see Gill today, after all. He could give him his gift next time he caught him.

The redhead was surprised when an aroma greeted him at the door, however, wafting against the apartment door as he closed it behind him, bewildered and unsure whether Gill had decided his date should be in the apartment.

“Yeah–” Chase hesitated at the door as he watched Gill set the place, realizing quickly that there was no one else there. Whew. He started into the room, smiling sheepishly. “No, I didn’t yet– huh, I thought you were going out. Heh, I was gonna surprise you with your gift basket on the counter and everything.”

[nevertoomuchcake]

As he picks up the slice of cheesecake from the Moonlight Bakery for Julius's birthday (and while Elli is momentarily distracted with his request and purchase), he sets a half-dozen roses on the other side of the cafe's register. He leaves them there without saying a word about them, tucked very slightly out of sight, as he briskly pays his bill. A note nestled gently into the roses reads: "Happy Valentine's Day Elli, love Gill."

It was always nice to see Gill. Even better when he dropped by the bakery. Elli had been meaning to show him the place (and the changes she’d made). He bought a cheesecake, too. She made sure to box up the item for him and sent him on his way with a warm smile. He seemed to be in a bit of a hurry, but that was expected giving the holiday. Everyone wanted to see their loved ones.

Elli didn’t notice the flowers until after Gill had left. She thought it must have been a mistaken delivery by chance, but after reading the card a small smile found its way to her lips. Her gaze stayed on the word “love” for a moment, thinking back to her own word choice. Of course she’d overthought her own signature. She felt a little guilty about her own mistake, but the flowers were beautiful. Time and time again Gill was there for her. 

[ + 6oo G ] Sold (1 Slice) Cheesecake to Gill 

New Balance: 80,031 G

[ii-chase-that-feeling-blog]

something not yet broken [ Gill / Chase ]

It had been a very long day working both the winery and the casino - a double shift that Chase usually didn’t line up every day, but those two days a week they did line up were a killer. He had to trudge home in the snow, even, and it was already foretold by the Weather Goddess herself that the next couple of days would be even more of it. A sour mood was all that meant for a tired man walking home, especially in sandals. Sometimes he nearly regretted not owning boots, and had to ponder why he still wore sandals even now. Pride, he was pretty sure - maybe even some comment to Gill once, wasn’t it? Some dare like, “I’ll never wear anything else after I graduate”? He wondered if maybe his roommate had forgotten by now.

“Home again, home again,” he sang out, teeth chattering as he shut the door behind him and grinned into the wide space. “Hey Gill, you still--” he nearly tripped over a chew toy, looking to it curiously as he stepped past. “Uh--”

It was another toy he did step on, and as he lifted his foot from it, a loud and obnoxious squawk was drawn from it.

“What the h--” Chase stopped himself as he noticed a small, eager and nervous puppy ran at the toy but bounced around as though yet unsure about this stranger. The redhead blinked before smiling awkwardly, unable to not immediately feel coaxed by the tiny creature into a better mood as he crouched down to be less intimidating to it.

“Aw, damn-- hey you, who the hell would you be?” he started in a friendly voice, trying to sound soothing as he glances around to see if maybe its owner was also in the house. “You dummy, you left your toys all over to be stepped on-- c’mere, is your mum here or something?”

@gildedpages

[heart-electra]

{winds of change} electra&gill

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Crisp morning air was most definitely Electra’s cup of tea to walk to work in, especially on Saturday when the city was hushed. Part of her desired to quit the library, as much as she enjoyed it, in order to dedicate her time completely on running the city, but the extra surplus of funds were dire if she ever hoped of paying off her family’s debts. Though, she attempted to clear her mind of such troublesome concerns, and relish the beautiful winter day that was brought upon them. She stopped at a pedestrian crossing, glancing both ways to see no headlights in sight, and crossed quickly before noticing that some of the lights inside were already on. Was someone there?-- Normally, one would dread waking up this early on a weekend to work, so the library was frequently empty. ‘Interesting,’ she thought, opening the doors and hearing the familiar chime of her entry.

The young woman peered through each aisleway until stumbling upon a head full of light blond hair belonging to her old friend. It had been quite some time since the two had seen each other, in spite of the fact they were co-workers -- has it been since the academy? Whatever the case, the purplette softly cleared her throat to indicate her presence, and presented a warm smile opposite to the chipper weather outside. “Hello Gill. I wasn’t expecting anyone to work this morning!”

[living-loving-molly]

Having Fun Isn’t Hard if You’ve Got a Library Card || Molly & Gill

@gildedpages

Gill had neglected to bring a cart with him on this particular errand, not expecting he’d have much use for it. The list of titles he’d been instructed to fetch for the front desk was short enough, after all. He’d be able to carry them by hand. That is— he’d be able to carry them by hand once he could find them.

He’d blame early morning fog brain for that. He’d doubled past the same book one too many times to be able to blame it on faults in the organization. He’d just managed to locate four out of six titles when a sudden shove caught his shoulder, and four out of six titles clattered noisily to the floor when he dropped them in alarm.

“Ah—!” Gill whipped around, relaxing only when he recognized the source of the shove. Though he wouldn’t be especially pleased to hear it, the word “pout” was the only acceptable description for what he promptly sunk into upon realizing that not only was her shove not necessarily hard, but that he probably could have spared the immediate area a lot less Loud Clatter Of Books noise if he’d been less jumpy about it.

“Hi Molly,” he grumped, bending to pick up his books. “How are you.”

“Oops.” She cringed at the sound of the books falling, watching as the blond turned to face her. She hadn’t exactly realized just how much of a force she had pushed him with. Then again, she most likely did and new this would happen, let’s be real. 

She bit her bottom lip, forming a smile as she attempted to suppress any giggles that might escape her. That ever familiar pout which graced his features certainly did not help the cause. 

“Hello Gilly, I’m good.”  She spoke, quickly crouching down to pick up one of the books that had fallen, threatening giggles slowly melting away as she does so. “How are you? Not too busy, I hope.”