indagatorveri·:
“I like it here!” Gideon had loved growing up outside of London, sure, but when it came to living in the city, he found that he had been able to find a slice of life here that accepted him as he was. He hadn’t gotten that when he was a kid, and when Gideon went back to his family home, he still didn’t get that. It wasn’t that his parents were cruel to him; it was just that they didn’t understand. Gideon’s mother was still having a hard time not calling them son. It was enough to drive Gideon up the wall.
A grin spread across their features. “Mm. I figured as much.” Gideon leaned forward to press a small kiss to Edgar’s lips, dropping their long legs over his lap so that they could pull themself even closer to Edgar and remain completely wrapped up in his arms. “Besides, I’ve, uh…” Gideon paused. “I’ve been staying at Fabian’s, anyway. I like being there.” It was melancholy, sure, but Gideon wanted to wallow in the melancholy for a little while. They wanted to pretend that Fabian was coming back at any moment. They wanted to imagine that they were just waiting there for Fabian to come home from work and they’d sit and talk late into the night or they’d go out and cause a ruckus in the streets together by getting into a couple of brawls. All that potential was gone, and Gideon wasn’t ready to accept it yet. “You could come over, too, you know. We could do the real boyfriends thing.”
“How would you feel about a country vacation home?” Edgar’s head tilted. He knew just the one-- it belonged to his Aunt. She was probably the only member of the family he ever talked to more than once in a blue moon. When her brother, Edgar’s father, announced himself as a Death Eater, Aunt Helene separated herself from the family and started a new life completely on her own. Edgar would’ve gone to her after running away from home at eighteen, except for the fact she was conveniently pronounced deceased once Edgar discovered his dad’s secret. Whenever he needed to lay low after a job, he’d go to her old cabin and hide out for a couple of days.
Edgar nodded quietly, kissing their cheek several times as he held onto them. “I understand.” Edgar wanted to allow Gideon to cope however they needed. He wanted to give them all the time in the world to deal with this before either of them were to get hit with something else. Edgar was still keeping the truth from them-- he wanted to tell Gideon the second he came back but he couldn’t bring himself to it. Not when Gideon was slowly getting to the cusp of coping. “Yeah? Ice cream and some cheesy muggle films sound like a date tomorrow night?” Edgar looked down at Gideon’s hands, “Would you prefer boyfriend or uh-- something more like partner? Or lover.” He teased before growing serious again, “I-- I just wanna make sure you know you’re very important to me, Gid.”
