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[attr="class","lyric2shop"]But when we're dancing I'm alright
It's just another graceless night
Are you lost enough?

[attr="class","textbodshop"]Ricardo had more or less moved into her cottage by now, and it honestly hadn't hit Gabi until that morning.

And yet, it had been nearly two weeks since he had come to her begging for food and wine and to fix whatever it was that was happening - not in that order. Gabi hadn't even blinked, really. After all this time, Ricardo's antics hardly took her by surprise anymore. He had earned a small roll of her eyes and an amused smile but she had turned around to gather the ingredients to make some mulled wine nonetheless. Because he might not have said it in any particular order, but she knew him well enough by now to know that it would take wine to calm his nerves a bit. And Gabi had to admit... he did not look all that well. She had brushed it off as a small cold at first, nothing to fret over. It wasn't that common for magical people to get colds, but it could happen. And then... his magic started to go.

That had been the frightening part. At first, Gabi had been a bit concerned... but once his magic started faltering, she began to feel something else. Fear. She was genuinely scared about what was happening to Ricardo. Her Ricardinho. Her closest friend, someone she truly loved. And with their history, he should have been so much more than that. Maybe he was, and Gabi just didn't want to admit it to herself. Merlin knew her mother made enough comments about it - although Veelas could have a very twisted sense of romance sometimes, so Gabi just tuned it out. The point was, she was scared for Rico, and whatever was happening to him. It wasn't good, and it was probably in the middle of this fear and concern that the fact that he had practically moved into her cottage had simply... surpassed her. It was a small detail, really, and not the first time Ricardo had spent an extended amount of time at her cottage. She figured he would cite its convenient location relative to the vineyard.

Maybe, a small part of her thought it was more. Hoped it was more. A very small part. They had known each other for so long now, and Gabriela just knew him very well. That was all she would chalk it up to.

She had been up first that morning, with the singular thought of how her childhood friend seemed to suddenly be living with her. Gabi's eyes had landed on one of his excessively fine robes, and then on him lying down in the bed next to her... so a breathe of fresh air had been in order. She had made coffee, cooked some breakfast, sat outside on the back porch for a time, until the silence and the boredom just got to her. So she had went back into the kitchen and set the coffeemaker going again, as well as made another batch of that mulled wine that seemed to be keeping him afloat. A mug in each hand - one with coffee, one with wine - Gabi made her way back to the bedroom. She sat down on the edge of the bed next to him, setting the mugs down on the bedside table. "Bom dia, amorzinho," she said quietly, nudging him gently. "Wine and coffee, one should do the trick. Or both."

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Perfect Places

All of our heroes fading
Now I can't stand to be alone
Let's go to perfect places

Ricardo had honestly thought he was going to die. When he'd come down with that flu thing, he'd imagined it was just that. A cold or, at worst, the actual flu. And all his drama with Gabi had been half faked until it hadn't because getting off his bed and coming to her place had made him more tired than he thought he'd be. Dizzy and in pain and unable to breathe, likely running a temperature. It felt horrível, yes, but he'd thought that would be it. Except it hadn't. The whole thing had got worse and worse, to the point that Rico had truly imagined that he might die. Years of neglecting his health, of eating little and drinking too much. Or writing for days on end without sleeping and functioning with a mix of alcohol, coffee and sheer stubbornness. Maybe it was taking its toll, charging its price. Ricardo couldn't even pretend to be surprised, he'd dug his grave pretty deep in that department, even if his health was a lot better than a trouxa's would have be in this situation.

Surprisingly, he couldn't find much to regret, as he laid in pain and delirious with fever, feeling as if his entire body was shutting down on him. He'd lived his life as he'd wanted it to, made choices he was proud of and left a bit of a legacy behind in the world. Rico thought he'd have died happily, if miffed that it was so boring, if for one thing. Gabriela. He'd be leaving her behind, his best friend, one of the few people he'd actually connected, that he actually loved. His partner in...everything. Rico would regret leaving her behind, alone in this freezing, bleak hell of Britain. And- Ricardo would regret the million what ifs between them. It wasn't as if they'd never crossed that line. They'd done it, pretty often. But they always seemed to go back to the other side the next day, no blurring ever happening in the lines and it seemed to work for both of them. If Rico ever thought differently, he'd kept to himself and now was so used to it that he did it automatically.

Nearly dying - and losing one's magic - gave a bit of perspective, apparently, since he- he realised that it wasn't what he wanted. Rico didn't want to regret that, to look back and only see missed opportunities, the things he'd not done and the leaps he'd not taken. That was how he lived his life, wasn't it? No regrets and no hesitation, doing what he thought best, what he wanted, and damn the consequences. Except he had been overly cautious with Gabi. With...whatever was between them. Rico wanted to change that, he needed to. But he had no damn clue how. Flirting with people was easy. Feelings? That was impossível.

He'd been staying with Gabi ever since that day, his things slowly migrating to her chalé even though he had been feeling better for a while. It seemed that the magic fading thing was the turning point. He could stand for long periods of time and his complaints had gone back to theatrical instead of real. Everything was...fine and yet Rico was staying. And, honestly, he wasn't planning on leaving. It said something that Gabi had a perfectly functional guest room and yet he was in her room. In her bed. That something- Ricardo was latching on that.

Turning around in bed as he felt someone nudging him, he squinted up at the ceiling and, after making sure the room was still blessedly dark-ish, he opened his eyes and smiled at Gabi, her lovely face filling his entire existence for a while. "Bom dia, flor do dia- wait, wine?" Suddenly awake, Ricardo moved to sit up, leaning against her and making grabby hands at the mug. "Wine first, café later. I can wake up after I've fed my addiction."

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[attr="class","lyric2shop"]BUT WHEN WE'RE DANCING I'M ALRIGHT
IT'S JUST ANOTHER GRACELESS NIGHT
ARE YOU LOST ENOUGH?

[attr="class","textbodshop"]Ricardo being sick was, of course, concerning. And Gabriela had been quick to laugh a little, all the while making him that mulled wine he had begged for. But the time for laughter was long gone now. When it was just a cold--a few sniffles, a fever--that was really more amusing, than anything else. But now that he was losing his magic, this was not quite so funny anymore. In fact, Gabriela would say it was actually a bit scary. Both of them relied a great deal on their magic. Of course, they did. It was an extension of themselves. Gabi herself hadn't started to lose her magic, or even feel sick, but she figured she would any day now, being around Rico so much. And if there was anything scarier than watching her amorzinho go through this, it was the fact that she might go through it, too.

But those were thoughts for another time. They would cross that bridge when they got there. For now, Ricardo was still sick, and Gabi was worried about that. At first, she had figured him just staying with her was a practical move. Gabi didn't see any reason to not let him stick around, so she could properly take care of him. But as more of his things made their way to her chalé, it just started to feel more and more... normal. Of course, after knowing one another for so long, Gabi figured it would feel normal to have Ricardo around. But she also found that she wanted him to stay, even as he started to feel better. She loved Rico, there was no denying that. They had always been honest about that, but Gabi supposed she hadn't been entirely honest. At least, not with herself. It wasn't that she had never found her way to his bed, or vice versa. In fact, there was a very good reason Gabi preferred him sleeping right next to her. But nothing had ever been set.

Still, there was no denying that they would always go back to each other, no matter what happened. That they could always rely on one another.

Gabi smiled lightly, shaking her head with some amusement. She picked up the mug of mulled wine and handed it to him. "Why am I not surprised?" she wondered jokingly. "Maybe because I know you so well." And she did. Gabi knew her Cadinho like the back of her hand. That had always been the case, between the two of them. And in the years they had known each other, amidst everything that had happened, that would always be the case. "Still feel like death?" Gabi asked gently, shifting closer to him.

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Perfect Places

All of our heroes fading
Now I can't stand to be alone
Let's go to perfect places

Cradling the mug of wine to his chest like a child after taking a very hearty sip, Ricardo wondered for a moment why they hadn't done this before. Not this as in waking up in bed together. That happened pretty often, consistently throughout the years even though they didn't keep exclusively to it. It had all been very...natural. For them, at least. Everyone around was always puzzled on how it worked, how they could be best friends and sleep together and then sleep with other people and nothing change. Honestly, Rico wouldn't be able to explain it himself either. It just- was. Except he thought that they could've had this the whole time and didn't, for some reason. Was it stupid? Probably. Him and Gabi- really, someone needed to do a case study with them, or something.

But they were here. That was what mattered. That and wine. Because wine was also very important. Though, if Ricardo stopped to think about it, wine was like the lifeblood of his relationship with Gabi. Not because they had been drunk when they met - they'd been eleven and Rico jura por Deus que não bebia com essa idea. Just a couple of sips from his pai's glass back in parties. Of beer, of all things. He'd been a weird child okay. But no, they hit off by pure divine providence. However, everything in their life had the presence of wine, even if in the background. Her mãe's vineyard, their own drinking adventures, her shameless feeding of his addiction and now this. Them, living together in a chalé in the back of Gabi's own vineyard and not exactly in a relationship. At least not a spoken one. Rico had written about enough miscommunication mishaps to know he was living one. Fuck of he knew what the hell to do about it, of course, but there. It was something that was happening with them. Between them.

And it would work out because they were Ricardo and Gabriela and wine. They'd be okay.

"You know better than me," he said, sipping a bit more of the wine and then making a face. That didn't sound correct but Ricardo could not English in the morning. He hadn't had enough wine or café yet to be able to make sense in another language. Maybe he should refuse to speak English forever. Gabi was brasileira, like him, and he and Claire spoke the divine language of people who were wasted on wine. He'd be fine. In between speaking and trying to make sense, he'd moved to press his face against her neck, the overnight stubble likely irritating the soft skin a little. His voice came out muffled. "Morri, mas passo bem. Sort of. Give me twenty more minutes another mug of wine- you smell really good, though."

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