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Gabriel’s jaw clenched, his arms tightening around Axel as if holding him could shield him from the cruel hand of fate. The sight of him—pale, weary, struggling to even lift his hand to Gabriel’s face—stoked the fire of his fury, not at Axel but at the gods themselves for allowing such suffering. “My love,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he pressed his forehead to Axel’s. “You think I could enjoy anything while you suffer in silence? You should have told me.” His fingers ghosted over Axel’s cheek, tracing the sharp lines of his face, before settling at the nape of his neck.

Gabriel exhaled sharply, his thumb brushing over Axel’s lips as if he could wipe away the pain. His gaze darkened, something possessive, something fiercely protective igniting in his chest. “If I must rip apart the very heavens to find a cure, I will.” But for now, all he could do was hold him. So he did, cradling Axel against him, pressing a reverent kiss to his temple. “If you are to bear this, then I will bear it with you. And I swear to you, my love, I will not let this sickness steal even a fraction of your joy.”

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑺𝒀𝑴𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.  || @macabrec0uture

🌟 ― i love how you portray your muse(s) 💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person ☀️ ― your posts always bring me joy

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Gabriel's eyes flicked over Axel as he leaned in slightly, his hand still holding the blade steady at the young Lannister's throat. His gaze was sharp, calculating, the tension in the air palpable. He’d been prepared for a surprise visitor but hadn’t expected one quite like this—so brazen, so sure of himself. Axel was bold, no doubt about it, but Gabriel would not be intimidated so easily.

His voice was low, almost a growl, but with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’ve quite the nerve, stepping into someone’s room uninvited, Lannister.” The edge of the blade pressed harder, a reminder of just how easily he could end the young man’s life if he so wished. Gabriel’s expression was unreadable, but his eyes narrowed as Axel spoke of charades and weddings.

“You speak of charades, yet I wonder, Lannister, which one of us is truly playing a part here,” Gabriel said, his lips curling into something like amusement, though it lacked warmth. He lowered the blade slowly, the movement deliberate, but his posture remained taut, ready for any sudden move. “I care little for the spectacle of your nephew’s wedding. I’m sure it bores you just as much as it bores me. But you seem... entertained by the prospect of someone else pulling the strings. How curious."

Gabriel took a step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m not sure you quite understand what it means to be played, my dear Lannister.” His eyes locked onto Axel’s, holding him in place, his words laced with a quiet threat. "But perhaps we could find out together."

He stepped back, his gaze never leaving Axel, allowing him to turn as he had requested. There was something intriguing about the young Lannister’s boldness, but Gabriel would make it clear that this game was one with rules that only he controlled. “Now, you have a look. But don’t mistake my courtesy for weakness."

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Harley squealed in excitement as she bounced off of the couch and ran to Axel. “Buddy ya just said my three favorite words! Where are we goin’ first?”

He chuckles and shakes his head "No son, I'm not cheating on your father, we're trying to work things out in fact so that maybe he can come home." Charles then taps the arm of his chair "I think he still feels responsible for the fact that I can't walk and that guilt that he's carrying around inside himself makes it hard for him to stay in the same room with me."

Axel and Rory

"Do you mean as individuals, or as a pair?"

A pause, his expression thoughtful.

"As individuals, they’re both remarkable—each in their own way. Rory has this softness of a little one, while Axel… well, Axel is steadfast, fierce in his own right. But if you’re asking about them together?"

He exhales, almost amused.

"I see it. There’s something there—a bond forged by years, by shared history, by everything they’ve survived. And honestly? I’m at peace with it. Axel is mine in every way that counts, and I trust him. They’re more than friends, but it’s not a threat. Rory’s still finding his footing; he needs someone like Axel to guide him. And Axel… he needed it as well, having his friend back. They balance each other. So yeah, it’s all good."

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