#supportary

[serbaird]

@supportary asked: you're still you. nothing can change that.

ㅤIt was nice that, even though things had changed between Gregor and Sylvie, everything was still exactly the same. He could be sitting at her table, eating some of the breakfast she'd cooked for them, after spending the night with her, and she would still talk like she had nothing but disdain for him. Gregor had made some little comment about how she really liked him after all, that she must do, and what had she gone and said? You're still you. Like there was no fixing some problems. And she was standing there -- in his jumper! -- with that smile on her face, tone like she thought him to be the biggest idiot in the country.

ㅤGregor shook his head at her -- but he was laughing as he did, the very furthest thing in the world from offended. God willing, she'd never stop being like that. It was too fun.

ㅤ“ Wow, ” was all he said for a moment. He leaned back in his kitchen chair with the one wobbly leg and rested his hands upon his stomach. Now, he might have looked absolutely smitten with her but that was only to last for a moment. A frown quickly settled at his brow, one that suggested he had uncovered some truth about her from her unkind words. “ I see how it is. Didn't believe it when they told me about Manchester lasses, but I shoulda listened. ”

[beaumortal]

 SYLVIE   FRASER   SLIPPED   A   NOTE   UNDER   THE   DOOR.   ❛ i bought two. here. ❜   signed,   @supportary​​​

                        ❝   um,   thanks,   i   suppose?   ❞           with   slight   resistance,  he   reaches   out   to   accept   the   offered   candy   bar.   this   does   nothing   to   lower   his   suspicion   levels.   invited   here,   out   of   the   blue,   to   a   local   diner   and   sat   across   from   somebody   he’s   never   met   before   (   or   that   he   can   remember   meeting.   )   only   to   be   offered   a   snack   instead   of   immediate   answers.

 brows   press   together,   he   dismisses   the   offering   with   a   shake   of   his   head   and   tucks   it   away   inside   his   jacket   pocket.   he   encloses   his   hands   and   sits   them   atop   the   booth   table.           ❝   but   you   still   haven’t   answered   my   question   —   ❞           what   did   she   know?   how   much   hot   water   was   he   in   again?   he’d   only   just   gotten   settled,   was   it   already   time   to   move   again?           ❝  why   did   you   ask   me   here?   we   don’t   know   each   other,   do   we?   ❞

[serbaird]

@supportary.

ㅤGregor had been very well behaved tonight. He hoped that, above all things, Sylvie recognised this. He had not said a word while they'd been in the pub about what he wasn't sure hadn't been a slip of the tongue or maybe just Sylvie showing the deepest affection for his parents. Things were different now. It was just the two of them, their only company the summer evening breeze and the sound of the sea on the other side of the road. Gregor had his arm around her shoulders.

ㅤ“ Kind of rude of you not to tell me you were married to someone, you know, ” he said lightly. He pulled her in closer, squeezing her against his side. “ I mean, who are these in-laws you're talking about? Devastating. ”

[serbaird]

@supportary asked: finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for .

ㅤThey were the only two from the group who had gone out for drinks still left in the pub, at this point. Gregor was quietly relieved that Sylvie hadn't left with a few of the others. It was actually really, really nice like this: the two of them having some quiet drinks in a corner, just far enough from the usual wankers who populated the Red Lion at this time of evening. For all their idiocy, their teasing and their bullying each other, Gregor had to admit that there were precious few other places he would rather be spending his Friday night.

ㅤPretty fair that he would deflate a little, then, when Sylvie downed the rest of her drink and announced that she was leaving. Fair enough, sure. They couldn't stay here all night. Gregor nodded, muttering some alright before he finished off his own pint and got to his feet. He steeled himself for the freezing London night air and followed her out of the door, hands stuffed into his coat pockets and his shoulders hunched up to save his bare neck.

ㅤGregor stopped just he left the last step out the front of the Lion, turning to Sylvie and starting, “ D'you want me to walk you to -- ” but she didn't let him finish his sentence. Before he'd even realised what was happening, she had grabbed the front of his coat and pulled him into a firm kiss. The surprise of it short-circuited his brain for a second but he regained his sense quickly enough to return the kiss, a short and mildly confused hum drawn forth from him to boot. By the time he'd taken his hand from his pocket, with the intention of bringing it to her cheek, she had pulled away from him.

ㅤEither two seconds or ten years passed between them, and Sylvie grinned. She hopped down off the step and past him while he was still staring at the old wood of the door with a cheerful bye! that left Gregor with the distinct feeling that she was messing with him. Beneath the realisation of the sudden heat in his face, a tell-tale sign that he was blushing furiously, he was dimly aware of the fact that he did not want her to go and wander off into the night.

ㅤ“ Oi, dickhead! ” he called after her, and soon his feet followed. Maybe it was the last pint talking. Gregor didn't really care. He'd caught up to her in a moment, taking her wrist just firmly enough to get her to turn his way, and she was still grinning when he kissed her again.

[serbaird]

@supportary. call.

ㅤ“ You showed great valour back in the Great Hall. ” Gregor considered her for some moments, a frown creasing his brow. She had not struck him as the type, though he had to admit that he had not much spoken to her before the attempt on the Queen's life. He smiled. Thank the Maker for having sent her. “ Her Majesty is most grateful for your aid. As am I. You are... the Lady Sylvie, yes? ”

[serbaird]

@supportary asked: you have something on your mind.

ㅤHer words broke through a lull in their conversation. It was around three in the morning now, and even Gregor couldn't talk constantly until sunrise. He was leaning properly back in the driver's seat, only half listening to the rain pattering against the roof and windscreen of the car, thoughts of Lachlan swimming around his mind after their most recent stretch of discussion.

ㅤGregor looked Sylvie's way at the sound of her voice, and smiled, slight and unsure and, truthfully, quite surprised. How did things even get this comfortable with someone so quickly, he wondered. They'd known each other less than a year -- though more than half -- and she seemed to have such a handle on his thoughts, his feelings. Then again, they'd been talking about life before. About how he met Hugo, about life before Blackbriar, in more specifics now that they had an entire night to get through. Maybe she remembered that there'd been more to all that than he'd said.

ㅤ“ Get a little melancholy in the wee hours, ” he grinned, which was not entirely true. Gregor didn't do melancholy. He did exuberance. But nine months wasn't really a long enough time to get over some things completely, even if he didn't naturally show it. “ Nah, just... thinking about what weird timing Hugo had. Was having a bit of a hard time when he mentioned that job. I'd just lost someone and couldn't stand the city anymore, didn't know what I'd do with myself. And now I've all this down here, and you and everything. Busy year. You know what I mean? ”

[serbaird]

@supportary.

ㅤ“ Are you being for fucking real right now? ” Sylvie wasn't actually doing anything. Except for standing there, of course, and washing the dishes while the sun streamed in through the kitchen window. The light was bringing out all the undertones in her hair, and he thought his heart might stop if she turned to look at him. He was trying so hard not to smile. “ What the fuck, babe? ”

[serbaird]

@supportary. call.

ㅤ“ Will you stop moving? Five seconds, you got that in you? Why are you so annoying? ” Gregor was, of course, grinning as he said this. It shouldn't be taking so long to tie up her hair, but Sylvie appeared to be delighting in making this as difficult a process as possible. He gave her hair a pointed tug. In that thick Mancunian accent he so loved slipping into: “ Ooh, do me hair before we go to t' garden centre, Gregor! I'm gonna leave you here and drive there myself if you don't start behaving. ”