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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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.