Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
Though Gale is older than most of his siblings, he is the only one who has not paired off and sired or borne children. It would be nice to have kids of his own, Gale had once thought, though that would require a partner that he’s never found. That search has never been a priority, consumed as he is with the protection and patrol of his home. Mazikeen had been an anomaly, placed into his life first by the Fates in the Alliance, and then by her own choice when she’d come to Islandres. Gale would never have made such a first move; he would have been too busy to even consider it.
The only thing he has thought of more than Mazikeen in these past month has been the Curse and the shifting that’s come with it.
He will inevitably hurt her, he knows, so it is best to maintain a distance. If he keeps her far enough, perhaps she’ll be out of the blast zone entirely.
Gale winces at her accusation, and for a verbose creature he is markedly silent, his navy lips pressed tight. He hadn’t meant to make her feel repulsive, and yet it seems he’s done just that. He wants to apologize, but only frowns and shakes his head softly. It’s better this way, he tells himself. Perhaps she’ll take back her earlier promises and he can at least know she will be spared the inevitable. He starts to smile, just barely, and then Mazikeen tells him that she’s unable to shift.
He doesn’t quite remember moving closer, but he’s standing beside her and reaching out to hug her consolingly. “Did someone take it?” He asks, knowing that magicians and tricksters are prone to meddling. “Do you need me to get it back?”
@[Mazikeen]
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Gale
