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[draping]

[ it finally occurred to Gino one moment in the middle of the night while he was making tea for himself (out of habit, but not actually wanting to drink it or hold the cup or even look at it, because it'd only remind him of where he's not and what he doesn't have, yet again), dressed for bed but not entirely sleepy:

I could just wish for them to

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[buggered]

[give it a second...

thud.

that was the sound of Maxxie landing rather gracelessly on his arse the floor the next room over.]

Ow, bloody buggering fuckall...

[and Gino can probably hear the way his words trail off when he starts to pay attention to his surroundings rather than the utterly undignified ache in his tailbone.] ...What?

[draping]

[ holy jesus ass that thud scares the shit out of him so that he kind of yelps, startled out of that intense focus he was in. but he still catches the tail end of that graceful string of words through the absurdly thin apartment walls and. kind of feels himself go cold.

did it work? are you serious, wishing air??? is this real life?????

hesitant, and taking his teacup with him just in case he needs to bludgeon some cheap imitation of what he wished for to death with it to make himself feel better, he gets up and slowly, slowly makes his way to the next room. ]

Ah...

[buggered]

[LMAO GINO. Maxxie would recognize that voice anywhere, even in the midst of an existential crisis induced by being apparently Apparated from one non-home locale to another. so when Gino comes into the room, he'll be sitting in the middle, eyes wide and focused on the door.]

-Gino?

[pure confusion in his voice.]

[draping]

[ yep pretty much dropping that teacup on the floor, whatever. it's cool brah. he doesn't even look down when it shatters on the hardwood by his feet, just staring at Maxxie with such a mixture of shock and gratification that he does not even know what to do with himself besides hold onto the door frame for support and gape like a beached whale.

and then eventually make some disjointed words happen. ]

--Maxxie. You're... you're here.

[buggered]

I... [he looks around, still a little bewildered, and then looks back to Gino.] Yeah. Evidently. Though I've got to say I'm not totally sure where here is-

[not that it matters. he's really only filling time while he stands and crosses the room in what may possibly be a record amount of time, reaching up to press his hands against Gino's face, checking that he's real.]

Jesus. You're-Gino-

[draping]

[ can't help but break into a smile, reaching to press his hands over the ones on his face. just making sure. swear to god if that magic wishing air is fucking with him in any way and this isn't really Maxxie he is going to punch babies.

metaphorically. ]

Yeah, this is... yeah. This is my house, er, when I'm not... on the island. Not Britannia, but. Yeah.

[ ... rambling, he is still shocked. ]

[buggered]

[just shut up, Gino. Maxxie will be pretty much throwing himself at you now, or as close a thing to throwing as you can do from barely a foot away. either way, it's forceful and involves his arms tight around Gino, face buried in his shoulder or chest or whatever body part.]

[draping]

[ shuts up. shuts up so fast and just holds on tight, like rib-crushingly tight, lifting him right up off the ground. oh right, broken glass on the floor, so he steps away from it and drags Maxxie along with him, afraid to close his eyes in case he disappears again. ]

I'm sorry I left, I didn't mean to. I didn't want to.

[buggered]

[would never even dream of letting go, because in the weeks since he and Gino split (and the days since Gino left) this is the one thing that has been able to fill the space that was left in him when he walked out of that house.]

I know, I know, Gino, I'm so sorry, I didn't-I should never have said the things I said to you.

[he's trying to crowd words into each breath, because there's a chance like always that this is a dream, or this is just temporary, and that the next second he'll be snatched back away and sent to that island alone.]

[draping]

[ he could cry if he wasn't so sure it'd be a waste of breath and precious time, a little guilty that he feels so utterly relieved to be holding onto him and a little DGAF about whether it's right or wrong. shakes his head, squeezing a little tighter, if that's even possible. ]

Mm-mm, it's okay. You were right, I should've... [ cuts himself off in mid-sentence, what was that about wasting time?? ] It doesn't matter now, anyway. I was wrong, too.

[buggered]

I love you. [it feels like a weight off his chest, like being able to breathe again to say those words.] More than anything, I could never stop loving you no matter what you say.

[it's probably true. the fact of the matter is that no matter what, Maxxie doesn't feel at home anywhere the way he does in Gino's bed, in Gino's arms. harsh words and fights aside there's a place in him that only Gino can hold.]

[draping]

I love you, too. I never did stop, I never would, never will.

[ he just tried to bury it because he was so sure they were both right about each other and that he'd blown his chances at a functional relationship that'd last forever-or-until-Atia-gets-bored (heh, sure showed you, Atia. the magic wishing air beats your shitty powers). pressing his forehead against Maxxie's temple, he reaches up to ruffle fingers through his hair, still gripping tight with the other arm. ]

And I didn't mean any of those things. And I'm just glad that at least I can tell you that since I guess the letter I left probably wasn't good enough.

[buggered]

[magic wishing air beats the shit out of everything, straight up. there's nothing Maxxie can really say in response to that, so he just presses his hands against Gino's face and kisses him for all he's worth, trying to say it all with that one gesture.]

[draping]

[ Maxxie always was talented at saying a great number of things all at once, without having to speak a word. Gino's kind of forgotten just how well, mumbling a little hum of surprise (pleasant surprise, of course) into the kiss as he leans into it. ]

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[mightofaknight]

[ Suzaku's not about to question the fact Gino's front door is unlatched, cold air from the street whisking inside. He opens it silently, a satchel slung over a shoulder with a home-made Valentine's card inside for his boyfriend (cats, cat designs everywhere including two of Arthur and Hypotenuse - this boy is secretly Umbridge) as he enters and scuffs dirt off his feet on the rug. Gino's probably in bed, he assumes, mooning over Atia. Well, Suzaku will drop off the card to cheer him up and then head out to the local shops to buy food for restocking the cupboards after the disastrous goulash he cooked the other day, yes sir.

And then they can sit together and watch old movies involving Arthurian tales, and -

[mightofaknight]

- he stops dead in the doorway to the kitchen, expression wiping completely. Very faintly, he says more to himself than the ... limpet attached to the other blond; ]

Gino?