#gabe 02

[fionalaughlin]

whatever you do | fiona & gabe

Date: September 22 2020 Time: 11:02 am Location: Outside of Lethe’s courthouse 

A Tuesday morning wedding -- and a beautiful morning it is. Fiona won’t deny crying if she’s accused, but really, it had felt justified. It’d been a well deserved moment of joy after a long time spent waiting. Isn’t that a worthwhile occasion for some happy tears? She’s nothing but smiles now, though, and has just finished giving her eager well wishes to the bride when she turns in search of her cousin. Finding him quickly among their small crowd, Fiona grins, crossing the distance between them in a fluid motion and wrapping Gabe in a hug. “Congratulations!” The younger fae squeals into his shoulder, her smile wide enough to hurt somewhat, even as something troubles her. There’s something there, something her empathy won’t let her ignore, an uneasiness roiling in her cousin with enough fervor to bring about real concern. Fiona’s quick to fix the furrow in her brow that this causes, straightening up to look Gabe in the face. This is a happy day, and besides, it’s a bit late for cold feet. No, no. It’s something else, and just as quickly, Fiona decides she’s not so sure she wants to know. Back to the joy -- it’s easier. “It was beautiful, Gabe. I’m so, so happy for you.” A quick squeeze of his hand does nothing to soothe her worries, but it’s affectionate even as her blue eyes search for something telling in his expression. “How are you feeling? Must be exciting to finally be husband and wife.”

@gabe-maddox

[thiskryptonite]

@thisthinskin

He’d waited, that’s what you were supposed to do - right? How many days was it you were supposed to go before calling someone after a date? Was it even a date? August wasn’t sure, he’d spent a few slower afternoons following the Valentine’s Day disaster wondering just that. Gabe had his number, but, there was nothing. It was silly to expect otherwise, he realized, neither one of them had been taking the night all that seriously, and then weird shit happened. They swapped bodies, swapped back, and then Gabe took off his jacket and went running into the woods. 

Was it weird for August to show up at his work? Whatever. The only thing he felt weird about was how the whole night had gone down. He’d enjoyed getting to -sort of- know someone who, for once, wasn’t knocking on the mortuary looking for a dead body, or dead body parts, or some spell, or some sacrifice or some something. 

So, what did August know about Gabe? He was Canadian, he liked to skate - and he did so well. He knew that Gabe was apparently into card tricks, but walking up on someone and doing close-up magic was also strange. Nothing really added up into anything, and what did it matter anyways? It shouldn’t, but just the same August found himself at the bakery, he picked out a few small treats and had the box packed up.  He knew where Gabe worked, so the garage was where the witch went next, he managed past the individual that passed as front desk before he saw someone familiar under the hood of a car. 

“Hey,” August greeted, smiling, the small white box was held easily in his hands, the bakery label sealing the parcel shut. He could smell the faint aroma of maple through the box, even now. There were four bacon-maple macaroons within. “I was in the area,” that was a lie, “thought maybe you might be in need of a break?” This was a bad idea.

[warihumquwitik-blog]

@muertiician

From the outside, finding people in the crowd had been so easy. Now that she was inside wading through it, it was a little harder. Who she was looking for was easily lost---he did that. Slip away at the most opportune moment. It wasn’t like her other companions that stood out in one way or another.

But she was determined to find him no matter what.

Moving through the crowds the best she could, she simply smiled at those that aimed to chat, brushing them off easily. If she wanted to find him before the night was over, she couldn’t be wasting any time. Eyes locked forward, she moved ahead, weaving through the mass of people before she spotted him in the corner of her eye.

Stopping, she turned, looking over to see him sitting down in a chair along the wall. Of course. She should have figured. Heading over there, she stopped when next to him.

“I don’t think now is a night for any kind of fight,” she spoke, reaching her hand out to him.

“So perhaps you could humor me with a dance, Gabe.”