Dec 13,2013  | 5 notes
Low and behold Gideon got the note from Avar and was a bit surprised by the response but this would not deter him from going along with this little game. A slender hand gently pet Avar’s feathers and sent him away, Gideon had planning to do.
Later that evening when Isaac was finally done with all of that mundane paperwork he would find his flat occupied. How Gideon got in would be a mystery. It was locked and he surely didn’t have a key. Isaac would find the door slightly open, he’d he able to push it in. Gideon figured this would set the Commander on edge. Perhaps he would think someone was out to vandalize his place, or steal his things. Instead he would find an elegant blonde wearing a very familiar red dress.
" I got your letter, " Gideon said in a sultry voice. " I figured since you seemed to eager a month was too long and thought we should elope." In response Gideon held up two glasses and a brand new bottle of whiskey which would obviously be acting as their official priest and witness. What was the occasion for all of this planning? Nothing. These were just fun games, little things he liked to do to keep everything from becoming boring. " I was a bit surprised though, shouldn’t I be wearing white? I didn’t know you were so attached to this dress. " Gideon poured a glass for Isaac and them himself. " But then I remembered something important." Green eyes met mirrored green and a loving smile pulled on Gideon’s lips and he laughed, almost the entire façade he had put on vanishing. " Technically, I wore this on our first date."
The second he noticed his door standing ajar, the commander instantly had his trusty hunting knife in his hand, the blade lying flat against his forearm while he pushed the door open with his other hand. He did indeed expect some kind of burglar, or maybe a Fearling spy…
There was a genuine look of surprise on his face as he stepped in, the blade hidden behind his back, and he suddenly felt very stupid for thinking he’d need it at all. He blinked once until he managed to wipe the look of surprise off of his face, raising an eyebrow as he eyed Gideon up and down.
"I’ve never been one to do what a few rich, fat people tell me to do. If I my bride wants to wear red, he’ll fuckin’ wear red. If that’s forbidden on your homeworld, we’ll find someplace else," he explained as he leaned down to slip the knife back into the sheath in his boot. "I love that dress. You look delicious in it."
The redhead gave another smirk, then walked over to take one of the glasses from Gideon. “I would’ve told you on that ball, but I didn’t want to come across as a creep. It’s still considered kinda weird for dudes to tell others, ‘specially other men, that they like their looks, y’know?”