unconditionally -- gavin

[Gavin Dewhurst]

on the warmest night
(YOU'RE THE BRIGHTEST LIGHT)
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[/i] Oh, here it came. He could feel it, in the way even just that letter alone had been twisted, that she was about to say something either suggestive, or catty. Missed her – missed her fire. "Am simply a young Irish woman that likes two things: alcohol, and keeping her face intact as it is." Couldn't blame her, that was a very pretty face after all. Was grinning too large, over something so small and he knew it. Gavin's hand lifting to cover the area that she had just flicked with mock outrage that she dared to flick him. Would get her back for that. "This glory before you is Merlin-given, and I know that they're good at St. Everdines, but they are not this good." Oho – he had been wrong, it was arrogance that he should have been expecting. Laughing at her statement. “Oh is that right?” There was no denying that she was attractive, their history wouldn't have been what it was, were she not somebody that he found so. “I think somebody needs a few more mirrors in this place!” teasing, and he finished pouring his drink and placing the container back where it belonged, “Now we both know – that if you want to see TRUE perfection – there's only the ONE face that contains that,” his hands lifting to frame the underside of his face as if implying himself – which wasn't a LIE, “And that's Adam's!” turning his hands at the very last second to the man still unsure of how he seemed to be wanting to hold his body – now flushed red behind the ears at the constant attention that he was being given, and Gavin almost snorted in a less than handsome fashion over the indignant look that crossed over Adam's face. It wasn't that he was unattractive, with his mop of brown hair and those green eyes that were almost near hazel. He was built well enough, just seemed a touch to be on the thin side for the power that Gavin knew him to possess – he just looked, unassuming, all around.

"Honestly, I came upon it by accident. After school, I was doing some charm work for some local businesses, a guy from the Ministry started chatting me up about it, and before I knew it I had an interview." Oh, he was more than willing to bet that was more or less how that happened. Sura had to have loads of guys chatting her up at any given point in her life. She was pretty, and funny. Very much the reason why she was one of the only females he had ever gone back to more than once. Even more telling, that a real friendship had formed because of it. He would have thought – not that he was going to verbalize that, but if she were to be working for the ministry, that it would have been in another department. Or that it would have been learning to utilize her rather – unique talents. There had to be some sort of way, that she could have made that a profitable skill in some way or another. Then again – being that she did work for the ministry, it might not be the best thing for to be making that skill public. He was just proud that she was working whatsoever, given her bloodline she would have made a very pretty socialite – oh, but then she would have had to socialize with his soon to be wife. Didn't...really want that. "Turns out the focus of the job helps keep my head in check," Softer smile as he took his seat across from her once more. Like she had just read his mind and answered his question – was that a possible thing? No, he didn't suppose to – he had had all the proper training on those fronts. Her little shrug though – was well timed so, she was making him doubt it a touch. Seemed, more comfortable with that part of herself now. Nodding – not sure if she wanted to elaborate on that or not, had been there for one of her first 'visions' or whatever it was that she was calling it now to herself. "How's the megastar engaged life?" Megastar. Grinned again around the bite he had just taken, those were two totally separate concepts. “Well...engaged life, just...is.” More or less, still was having more than a few issues with that – and trying to find a way, that he and Lucinda could coexist within the same house, “It's a lot of french food,” his eyes widening, trying to express an unspoken point, given that he had specifically asked to not have that for dinner tonight. “Miss other, foods sometimes.” chuckling again and spearing another bite for himself. “Megastar? Is busy...very busy,” he nodded toward Adam – aha, that was food in his mouth. Good for him. “Lots of pratices, tons of people it's – of course it's often,” had always been a popular one. Gavin pushing the sleeves of his blue shirt up to his elbows, lifting his arms out to either side of him to flex those muscles that had been built up even bigger than before “I mean-” and then pushing both of those hands into his hair. “But with the season hitting that solid middle, wouldn't mind for it to be over for a bit – a break, but that's whiny right? Wanting a break from such fun?”
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is it my fault, is it my fault
(WE'VE BEEN MISSING EACH OTHER)

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[Sura Haughton]

Come just as you are to me, don't need apologies.
i'll take your bad days with your good.

Her nose wrinkled up as she grinned, revelling in the smile that had spread over his face. Merlin, had she ever missed that smile. She knew that it wasn't the one you always saw on his face on the cover of newspapers and magazines. This one came up from the centre of him, spread all the way down into his toes. It was pleasing to her that she could still induce such a smile. “I think somebody needs a few more mirrors in this place!” Her face turned to one of mock-shock, her hand coming to rest on her chest. "You used to think so much more of me! Have I aged so terribly?" She had a good sense of what his reply would be. But before she could make another remark, she burst out laughing as Gavin suddenly gestured to Adam. How had she not seen that response coming? She raised her glass to Adam, wheezing through her laughter. "Cheers, Adam, ye lovely bastard." Sura took a long sip from her glass, sitting back in her chair as she tried to catch her breath. "Yer going to tease the poor man to death, Dewhurst," she chided, wagging her finger at the man across from her.

Sura often wondered about Gavin's new life. He had certainly always been destined, so to speak, for bigger things than most. There was more expectation of you when you came from a family like his. Even more so than expectation, opportunity. Not to say that things were fed on a silver spoon, for she knew that was absolutely not who Gavin was. Families of his station simply provided anything that was needed to their children in order for them to live up to the expectation they had of them. Combined with Gavin's natural talent for being in the air, and he was one lucky son of a gun. He was one of the lucky few that got to turn his hobby into his full-time job. And he got to live quite the life as a result.

“Well...engaged life, just...is. It's a lot of french food, miss other, foods sometimes.” And then, of course, with such family station, came other responsibilities. Sura still could not imagine having had her parents arranged her marriage. She remembered very clearly when she had realized that Lucinda was not Gavin's choosing. He still held himself up proudly, plastered a smile on his face - he did nothing but smile and dote on her, according to the tabloids. Still, Sura knew him better than that. Looking at him now, especially, Gavin was not happy, not truly. She began to wonder if work was more than just his hobby, but a way to escape a home in which there was no real love. With a small shiver, she picked up the bottle of ale and reached across the table, filling his glass without a word. Her eyes flashed up to meet his, her lips pursed sadly. The urge to get up and fold Gavin into her arms, to ease some of whatever he was feeling, was surprisingly overwhelming. But with Adam sitting feet away, watching him intently, she dared not do something so intimate. "I can imagine," she said, clearing her throat and dropping her eyes to her plate. "You know it always surprises me that with such rich food, the French stay so small...if it were me, I'd weigh 50 stone." Her lips turned up into a smile, trying to brighten her face. She would do what she could to make him smile, to help him escape for just a little while.

“Megastar? Is busy...very busy. Lots of practices, tons of people it's – of course it's often. I mean... But with the season hitting that solid middle, wouldn't mind for it to be over for a bit – a break, but that's whiny right? Wanting a break from such fun?” Sura laughed giving him a low whistle and a wink as he flexed. Merlin, he was in as good of shape as he ever was, and then some. She always had thoroughly enjoyed how he could handle her with no effort... She waved her hand in front of her face, dismissing his notion. "Nah, Gavin. Everyone needs a vacation from life sometimes, even if their life is so fabulous as your own," she teased with a wink. "It's okay to want to take a break sometimes. Re-centre yourself. Remind yourself what it is you want in life." She took another bite of her food, chewing thoughtfully. "Come to think of it, I could use a vacation myself. Sometimes, work gets...heavy." Her words were picked carefully, but Merlin were they accurate. Sura eyed her cup before shrugging and tipping the contents down her throat before looking across the table and raising her eyebrow at Gavin, a challenge.

Sometimes you needed a vacation, right?

All your insecurities, all the dirty laundry?
never made me blink one time.

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for: gavin
music: renegades - x ambassadors
notes: missed you. missed them. i do love them. happy canadian thanksgiving, love