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 shakes his head, his eyes still full of wonder as he puts a hand to her cheek and lowers his head to try it again.

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This time, it's even better.

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He breaks the kiss and straightens, taking a deep breath as he gently strokes her hair. He feels like he should say something, and he will just as soon as he remembers how to think.

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Guinevere watches him for a moment, caught up in it herself, but then laughs. "Well... I had no idea how powerful an effect that would have."

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"So that's... why Father and Mother do it so often," says Franklin slowly, the corners of his mouth twitching. -And why Father talked to me about it,- he adds to himself.

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"I have observed humans doing it many times. I found it strange, but though that you might like it."

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His deep chuckle rumbles out over the night sounds of traffic and people and wind. "Yes, it's strange. And I like it." He kisses her gently on the hair as he's wont to do. "But I just like you."

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"And I like you, Franklin. Very much."

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He settles against the back of the swing, his wings going around her as he holds her close. The wind sings gently, swaying their seat and sifting a fine powder of snow into the air so that they're surrounded by sparkles.