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no_true_pairTitle: Coffee-Coloured
Fandom: Granblue Fantasy
Pairing/Characters: Sandalphon, Gabriel
Content Notes: N/A, set in an alternate timeline where the WMTSB trilogy went a little different
Prompt: one in a million
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Gabriel hadn't touched her coffee.
No, that wasn't quite right, Sandalphon realized. She had touched it, adding a bit of cream, and then kept turning the mug, sliding it slowly across the table. But she hadn't brought it to her lips and, honestly, it was going to get cold before she did.
The morning was cool and grey, promising rain, and it was still early. Gabriel wasn't officially a customer and Sandalphon wasn't officially selling his coffee yet, but...
"Is something wrong?" he finally asked. It wasn't always easy to talk to Gabriel, or to any of them, after everything. He'd never really talked to them before, not like-
Were they even equals in any way?
"Hmm?" Gabriel seemingly snapped out of her thoughts and looked over at Sandalphon. "Wrong?"
"With your coffee. You aren't drinking it."
Gabriel looked at him for a moment, and to the coffee, and back and then gently laughed and shook her head.
"Not at all. I was just looking at the color, and how a tiny bit of cream changed it so much. It's about to rain, so there isn't as much natural light from outside as usual..."
Sandalphon nodded and listened though he wasn't sure he quite understood.
"I've been thinking a lot about color," Gabriel concluded. "Color and light. There's more to painting than I realized."
Oh, so that's what it was. Sandalphon was tempted to suggest studying something that wouldn't get cold, but it wasn't his place. Gabriel was welcome to enjoy her coffee however she wanted, even if her methods were a little strange.
"Even if you made me another million cups of coffee, not a single one might ever look exactly like this."
A million? That would take awhile, even for him.
She brought the mug to her lips and drank.
"Thank you, Sandalphon."
Sandalphon didn't quite understand, but Gabriel's smile was genuine enough.
"You're welcome."
Fandom: Granblue Fantasy
Pairing/Characters: Sandalphon, Gabriel
Content Notes: N/A, set in an alternate timeline where the WMTSB trilogy went a little different
Prompt: one in a million
-
Gabriel hadn't touched her coffee.
No, that wasn't quite right, Sandalphon realized. She had touched it, adding a bit of cream, and then kept turning the mug, sliding it slowly across the table. But she hadn't brought it to her lips and, honestly, it was going to get cold before she did.
The morning was cool and grey, promising rain, and it was still early. Gabriel wasn't officially a customer and Sandalphon wasn't officially selling his coffee yet, but...
"Is something wrong?" he finally asked. It wasn't always easy to talk to Gabriel, or to any of them, after everything. He'd never really talked to them before, not like-
Were they even equals in any way?
"Hmm?" Gabriel seemingly snapped out of her thoughts and looked over at Sandalphon. "Wrong?"
"With your coffee. You aren't drinking it."
Gabriel looked at him for a moment, and to the coffee, and back and then gently laughed and shook her head.
"Not at all. I was just looking at the color, and how a tiny bit of cream changed it so much. It's about to rain, so there isn't as much natural light from outside as usual..."
Sandalphon nodded and listened though he wasn't sure he quite understood.
"I've been thinking a lot about color," Gabriel concluded. "Color and light. There's more to painting than I realized."
Oh, so that's what it was. Sandalphon was tempted to suggest studying something that wouldn't get cold, but it wasn't his place. Gabriel was welcome to enjoy her coffee however she wanted, even if her methods were a little strange.
"Even if you made me another million cups of coffee, not a single one might ever look exactly like this."
A million? That would take awhile, even for him.
She brought the mug to her lips and drank.
"Thank you, Sandalphon."
Sandalphon didn't quite understand, but Gabriel's smile was genuine enough.
"You're welcome."