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“So I’ve got a question.” Gabriel posed from his dangling upside down position on the couch as he watched his Asgardian move about the kitchen.
i’m pretty sure the answer’s yes but its just gotten to the point i’m embarrassed to ask. shut up
“Just, clarifying question.” He piped again, crunching himself to sit up a bit but the dizziness of the blood leaving his head made him resume the upside down position again.
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The young lady nodded at the young page as he passed her by. It was only after he had walked past her that those blue eyes were paired up with a name. One of her dear brother Elrik's friends, one of Sir Hakon's sons. Well, he was apparently on a mission. As was she. Estrid had to run home to give her parents the happy news.
She had been chosen to be nanny to Prince Magni and the Lady Jennifer's children.
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He had kept his hands off of the situation, found it best to allow Rúne to recover in his own time and reach out when he would. Magni had hoped that perhaps the boy or his parents may extend him some sort of update on the young man’s condition, but they were likely preoccupied.
So it was on a short and routine visit to Asgard that Magni thought it best to check in with Lord and Lady Hákon and Hillerud and their son.
He made sure to send a page ahead of time to let them know he would be coming around, so no one would be taken by surprise.
And so once his work at the palace was done, he road for the noble family’s house, and knocked upon the door. If they did not want a lengthy visitation, that was alright. His purpose was only to check in, not to intrude.
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Do you think you're going to be able to avoid mentioning Rue?
Random asks. || Always Accepting.
God, I have to or I don't really know what could happen but it would be bad.
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It happens, from time to time.
Warm, easy contact. The softness of lips against lips, the brushing of a hand blindly reaching, brushing the scar of a death-blow.
At once the ease evaporates, and his movements halt entirely still. no
please no
Ashen faced, Gabriel moves abruptly backward, ceasing the contact, but the very still mutant knows
that the damage is done. It’s too late.
no. no, please, im sorry im sorry im so sorry i love you come back PLEASE come back i cant feel you i cant feel you
With every muscle locked in protest he won’t allow himself closer, and can’t get away from him.
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With the return of abilities, fantastic though they felt- like never before, warmth and ecstatic joy strong and bright-
He’s been on edge. Ready, waiting. For the catch, the cost, the problem.
His gaze constantly flickered to his love, on the rise and fall of his chest whenever he felt the other wasn’t looking.
At night he keeps a more fixed vigilance.
A scar just over Rúne’s heart in the shape of Gabriel’s hand. He doesn’t let Rue catch him staring at it when the Asgardian is awake.
He tries not to, anyway.
Now Gabriel has been for blood tests, for DNA analysis, to Magni and today was more of the same. Inconclusive. ‘Everything looks fine!’ ‘Sometimes wonderful things happen with no explanation. Miracles.’
Hm.
not to me.
So what’s coming next?
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gabriel why are you frightened,
there is no danger here...................... what is--
oh.
we've survived so much, and for what?
"Darcy's cooking." fuck.
"she's cooking her birthday dinner. and we're all gonna have to eat it."
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“Rue?” He called into the apartment, kicking his shoes into the shoe rack and using his sleeve to wipe his face of the cold rain.
“Home.”
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Gabriel,
. no one is going to hel.
Stop thinking that or Hel might actually come for you
- and we need to pay rent soon.
sgrfffFFFSOFYCKIGNG ANGRY I’LL DRAG HIM TO HELL MYSELF
ok
-you have the account number right?
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“—RUE, come quick. The egg’s gonna hatch.” Their tamagotchi child!!
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Book starter from Rue ✨ @rxne
“Happy families are all alike.."
every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”
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What are you doing on Halloween
“East village, fam. Going dancing at a few places-
I’m gonna be Daphne from Scooby Doo, but that’s if I can get Rue to be Fred. I’m gonna make him watch some episodes.”
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“Hey, do you think it’d be cool if we host family dinner at the apartment? We’d normally do Magni’s, but he’s got tons of kids running around.”
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Gabriel pulled back suddenly on the other side of the stable door, trying to swiftly disappear when the other turned his head this way and that.
Instead, his foot slid on the straw and sent him flailing land on his backside with an ‘oOF.’
Well the jig was up now, and a messy head of straw-covered hair peeked out from behind the door with a sheepish grin.
“-heY!” He called out, wasting no more time goofing off, he ran to meet his Asgardian.
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dear rue,
i’m glad you liked the pictures. they made me feel comforted too.
what’s been going on for you? your family and friends? and your art too, i hope you’re still drawing.
i’ve been remembering the good things more and more, and maybe that’s just being less clouded in general. i’m still in Cali but once i’m back, maybe we can go over everything we have. there’s lots more back at the house too, if you wanna go look.
i do feel you feel-
It was kind of funny, he didn’t know where the feeling of his own calmness stopped and the other began.
Like something inextricably welded together, what belonged to who? Maybe some things were just shared now, without being either of theirs.
i feel that calm too.
A far brighter side, something much warmer than a sharp connection he’d tried desperately to sever before.
i was thinking about what we talked about. if you’re still up for it, i think i’d like to come to asgard to see how it might be, to set up there for a long time.
but we have time. what do you think?
love,
gabe
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