the Harbinger
he/him
37
october 28th
circhester, galar
demisexual
underboss
the harbinger
I want corruption, I think I'm the devil in disguise.
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Cillian Quinn
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POSTED ON Apr 26, 2021 6:07:50 GMT
Gavin nearly chokes on his lemonade at Chu-e Choi's comment on Walsh; red-faced from suppressed laughter, he clears his throat and presses his lips together.
Chu-e was a goddamn gem.
The mood turns serious once their combined laughter dies down, and Gavin wipes tears from his eyes before assuming his characteristically stoic expression once more. He nods sympathetically; Walsh was far from approachable, but both of them clearly preferred his methods to Silas. "Whatever he's thinking's been nothing but good for me so far." Gavin chuckles, low in his throat, miasma at his fingertips. "So I'm all for it."
He blinks when Chu-e leans close, then again at a bomb dropped.
He's serious, Gavin realises.
Momentarily at a loss for words, Gavin gathers scattered thought before offering the other a brief, genuine smile. "That means a lot, coming from you, y'know." Choi had been through the reign of terror from one of Rocket's worst. "I've — I mean, I've thought about it, of course. When Cadis promoted me, and for a little while I was the only one. Thought if something happened to him I'd have to step up, and I would've." Then Cadis had fallen ill and Walsh had taken over and it had no longer been Gavin alone but Dominic, too, and the other had seemed the clear choice for successor with Darkrai's blessing and years of experience as an underboss.
He'd never liked Dominic, but he thinks he'd have followed him so long as Rocket remained something he believed in.
"You wouldn't want it?" He cants his head, curious.
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