termineur: (Whatcha gonna do?)
Sylar ([personal profile] termineur) wrote in [community profile] torchwoodinstitute 2017-05-07 02:06 pm (UTC)

Gabriel had gotten used to people not paying attention and so didn't even look around as he tried to steady himself. It didn't take long before he was standing upright again, brushing dust off himself and his fiancé.

"Nah," he replied to Mohinder's solution, smiling the whole time. "I don't want to have to sit cross-legged just to get us back home. People will just have to wonder what the mysterious lump on my arm is." Evidently, it wasn't bothering him too much today, either. Fancy that.

He took Mohinder's hand when offered, fingers weaving together comfortably, and they stared on their way. The walk was very pleasant. And even if they weren't having doves or hordes of people to celebrate with them, the architecture of these old buildings did give the whole thing a more grandiose feeling. Signs pointed them through a courtyard and to a set of large doors, and the inside was just as nice- a long marble hallway with gold trimming. A few others lined up, clearly dressed for the same sort of occasion, some with close family members training cameras at them. Love was just in the atmosphere here.

So of course Gabriel ruined it, as soon as they sat on the padded bench to wait. "You wanna guess how many of these will end in divorce?" he murmured quietly into Mohinder's ear, eyes sparkling with mischief. Statistically, the odds weren't looking good for about half the couples here.

Not that it was a problem for themselves. They'd been through so much that they would've known ages ago if it wasn't going to work. Mohinder had forgiven him far beyond what Gabriel could've possibly imagined- there was no way the man was getting rid of him now. Or ever.

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