Novel & Cerita Dipper X Gideon

Far from harboring any resentment towards Tanner for stepping in, Gideon grappled with the challenge of reintegrating into the daily rhythms and routines that had evolved without his direct influence. Gratitude tinged Gideon's reflections on Tanner's decision to include Avery in their runs. This initiative, which initially sparked concern, ultimately revealed itself as a bridge, drawing Gideon closer to his daughter in ways he hadn't anticipated. Avery's animated recounting of her adventures with Tanner and her training sessions highlighted a path to connection that Gideon had struggled to envision.

“Sounds like we’re both stuck with a lifetime of people shoving us onto stages.” I snorted. “At least you look good under spotlights.” “Careful,” he said. “Compliments make me think you’ve been replaced by a clone.” I flicked his chest, right above the mostly healed wound. “Don’t be dramatic. They already patched your hole.” For a heartbeat, we remained like that, staring into each other’s soul. Then Gideon stepped forward and raised his hand. The drums cut off. “Starfang,” he called. His voice rolled through the room like a calm, old tide. “Nightmoor. Stargazer. Friends.”

Gideon’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming as he peered into the shattered pen. His suspicions were confirmed. The truth lay bare before him—Jaxon’s treachery, the very thing that had gnawed at the edges of Gideon’s mind, was now undeniable. For a moment, Gideon cursed himself for being blind to Jaxon’s cunning, for underestimating just how far his younger brother would go. Jaxon stood motionless, his cold, indifferent gaze fixed on Gideon. His demeanor was unshaken, as though the revelation meant nothing to him. That detached expression only fueled Gideon’s irritation. Still, he restrained himself, unwilling to explode just yet.