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 looks up at the movement on the terrace, then grins and waves, indicating that he'll be out as soon as he's finished sweeping up the stone fragments from the floor.

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"I'm sorry." His expression goes sad, then wrinkles up as he sneezes a third time.

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He skims a building roof, then shoots skyward again, the wind sweeping his hair back. Another dive follows.

And then he pulls out of it and lands them both on a rooftop overlooking the river, his arms still around her as he stands there behind her and looks over her head.

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He strokes her hair gently, then leans down again and kisses it before lifting his head to watch a news chopper go over.

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"Ah, 'COPS'." He flashes a grin, but then quirks a thoughtful brow. "Wasn't there another new girl in the clan?"

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There's a bit of dickering, and then Franklin is in triumphant possession of the big bag.

"Oh hey." The guy that runs the booth notices Gwen. "Who's the lady, Frank?"

The big gargoyle grins and turns to offer her the treat. "This is my friend Gwen. Gwen, this is Bob."

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"I guess even gargoyles don't look up," he says quietly, trying to smile.

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He lowers his head to rest his cheek on her hair, his wings enveloping her gently as the bag of warm peanuts rests comfortably against her back.

Warm snuggliness here.

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He blinks with surprise and looks down at her.