Gaheris Rhade (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
truth_is_cold) wrote2012-11-22 10:45 pm
truth_is_cold) wrote2012-11-22 10:45 pm
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[Sent soon after he leaves the infirmary.]
Holiday meal preparations will be postponed until Saturday and for longer if requested. Materials for self-prepared items will be made available during the evenings in the meantime.
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[Rhade knows Dylan has an obligation and duty to Cato, so he leaves to wait for Dylan to be done in the infirmary. He'll find him later. He needs to.
He's self-conscious now, what was a bandaged wound ripped bare for the people he cared about to see. A weakness that he is afraid of. He doesn't touch the network. He just goes to his room. He'll be in there for a few days recovering, and he knows with some disappointment that he will be provided ingredients for a customary meal he doesn't understand and his hands ache too much to make.
That's where he'll stay unless schedules make him leave, and for a rare instance his door remains closed during the day while he's there.]
[Spam for Ben]
[A couple of days later Rhade knows he can't cook a large meal without Ben, and Ben has been actively avoiding him, so he has to come find him. It's a talk that he dreads, but he knows that he has to have with him for many more reasons than a simple bit of assistance.
He knocks on his door and waits for a response.]
[Sent soon after he leaves the infirmary.]
Holiday meal preparations will be postponed until Saturday and for longer if requested. Materials for self-prepared items will be made available during the evenings in the meantime.
[Spam for Friends]
[Rhade knows Dylan has an obligation and duty to Cato, so he leaves to wait for Dylan to be done in the infirmary. He'll find him later. He needs to.
He's self-conscious now, what was a bandaged wound ripped bare for the people he cared about to see. A weakness that he is afraid of. He doesn't touch the network. He just goes to his room. He'll be in there for a few days recovering, and he knows with some disappointment that he will be provided ingredients for a customary meal he doesn't understand and his hands ache too much to make.
That's where he'll stay unless schedules make him leave, and for a rare instance his door remains closed during the day while he's there.]
[Spam for Ben]
[A couple of days later Rhade knows he can't cook a large meal without Ben, and Ben has been actively avoiding him, so he has to come find him. It's a talk that he dreads, but he knows that he has to have with him for many more reasons than a simple bit of assistance.
He knocks on his door and waits for a response.]
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How're your lips and hands doing? [He says while he moves a few stones--with the final configuration exactly like it was when he started. He guesses Rhade probably heard a few quiet taps of stone on board. He'll see how long Rhade takes to determine that the board didn't actually change any. Cheating by not-cheating.]
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[He returns with two glasses and puts one down by Dylan. He figures it out quickly, from the slight tensing of his brow as he looks down at the board.
He doesn't remark on it as he sits, however.]
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My hands?
[The first question that comes out, and his swarthy skin might have managed to redden around the face a bit because it's so unexpected.]
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Them too.
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I judged too quickly, you're getting very good at this.
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I'm glad I meet with your approval. I know that Nietzscheans don't give compliments lightly.
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We know how to respect our opponents. But you won't be able to distract me so easily now that I know what you're up to.
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And that his pulse is spiking against his will, and every effort not to think of him that way. His eyes flicker from Dylan's bright blues down to his mouth, and back up again.]
It's not unreasonable. [This time the brush of knees is more shifted position than willful effort to distract. He actually thinks for a moment about slipping his hand into Dylan's jar and collecting a few stones, but his fingers just fumble along the table and trace the edge.]
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With sex pollen mistletoe I'm starting to get the impression that December is a fun time around here.
[He sees Rhade's fumbling fingers, and likes that he's got him flustered enough to make his sly and self-assured mask slip a little. He takes Rhade's hand and leans closer still.]
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But now his hand is claimed and he's nearly leaning out of his chair at this point, and it doesn't seem like this this is the distracting game of chicken that he previously took it for.
Suddenly his temperature heats right up, not knowing what to do with the situation now that it's been dropped in his lap; even the very, very obvious.]
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I'm gonna kiss you right now, unless you have any objections.
I know I'm not exactly breeding material... [He smiles teasingly.] ...not like, apparently, a suit-wearing, time-travelling alien is. But I remember that you've never been as gung-ho as some Nietzscheans about strict breeding requirements for your partners anyway.
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But they're lost because the only thing he can get to come out of his mouth is-] I have no objections [-for once. And he's practically sliding out of his chair toward Dylan.]
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[And Dylan helps him out of his chair. Pulls him out more like it, so they're standing close, holds him tightly by the shoulders and presses their lips together. It's loving but it's not a gentle kiss. Dylan figures they've known each other too long to be coy and Gaheris isn't a delicate maiden.]
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