Gargoyles-verse: Maza Place: Love is in the Air

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There were few things that made Guinevere happier than spending time with Franklin.  While she still often found herself at odds with herself, fighting against her nature to be angry, to lash out, toward irrationality, when he was around, it was as though she could drink from a fountain of peace.

She did not consider herself weak, far from it, though the upsets in her life had sometimes led her to act so.  But her strength was recovering.  Traveling to a new time, so soon after she had confronted a horrible future version of herself, had been hard on her.  Filled her with doubts.  And though her heart still ached, she would never allow herself to become a waste, never allow herself to live in hesitation, doomed to inaction for fear of what might be.

And the first true step in that lay in her visit here to Franklin tonight.

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Franklin reaches out, his fingers gently touching her cheek in wordless comfort.

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She closes her eyes, drawing comfort from his presence. "Thank-you."

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"You're welcome." He looks down. "Have you ever had boiled peanuts?"

Comfort food?

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"I do not think I have ever had peanuts before at all."

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"Ah," he says gravely. "That's bad."

Then he's gone, dropping into one of his manic dives as he aims toward the patch of park where the brave peanut vendor still has his cart set up despite the temperature and hour.

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Gwen blinks in surprise, then dives after her rather impulsive boyfriend.

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He's on the ground when she reaches it, fishing in his pocket for enough change for the largest bag that the man has. Despite being, well, boiled peanuts, the stuff in the bags smells pretty good.

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"That does smell delightful," she says.