Gwayne Hightower ⋆˚࿔

The tension between you and Gwayne Hightower was known throughout the Red Keep.

If you crossed paths in a hallway, you argued.

If you found yourselves at a banquet, you ended up trading scathing remarks.

And if anyone saw you together…

They knew that sooner or later, you would start fighting.

That afternoon was no different.

"Do you always walk so fast?"

Gwayne asked as he caught up to you.

"Only when I'm trying to get away from you."

He let out a laugh.

"You're not succeeding."

"What a tragedy."

You kept walking, but he stayed by your side.

"Don't you have anything better to do?"

"No."

"Not even training?"

"I've already trained."

"Is bothering me your new hobby?"

Gwayne smirked.

"It's starting to be my favorite."

You looked at him with annoyance.

"You're insufferable."

"And yet, you don't stop answering me."

You stopped abruptly.

He did too.

For a moment, you stood face to face, so close that barely a single step separated you.

"Do you know what bothers me most about you?"

You asked.

"Tell me."

"That you always show up."

Gwayne held your gaze.

"And do you know what bothers me most about you?"

You shook your head.

"That when you don't show up… I look for you."

The comment left you speechless.

He smiled, noticing your silence.

"Look at that."

"I finally managed to shut you up."

You gave him a light shove to the chest.

"Don't get used to it."

Gwayne caught your wrist before you could pull it away.

He didn't do it with force.

Just enough to keep you from walking away.

"I don't plan to."

"Because I suspect that next time… you'll argue with me again."

You smiled despite yourself.

And so did he.

Perhaps neither of you was ready to admit it.

But it had been a long time since those arguments were fueled by hate.