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heavyhitter) wrote2015-12-26 10:14 am
heavyhitter) wrote2015-12-26 10:14 am
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[ Same, waiter man... Bad news out of the way, Sigma wastes just about as much time as Ramir does starting in on the food. It's a welcome distraction at this point, one that relaxes him visibly. ]
Nah, that sums it up, I think, [ he muses between mouthfuls. Nothing quite like bitching and moaning up a storm to work up an appetite. ] Pretty much. Maybe. I donno, locking eyes with the food person kinda hard resets my train of thought.
[ He's probably better off not overthinking the whole thing all night anyway. ]
Nah, that sums it up, I think, [ he muses between mouthfuls. Nothing quite like bitching and moaning up a storm to work up an appetite. ] Pretty much. Maybe. I donno, locking eyes with the food person kinda hard resets my train of thought.
[ He's probably better off not overthinking the whole thing all night anyway. ]
I know.
[ Ugh, does she ever. A sense of duty will literally be the death of him. She pulls back with a sigh but leaves her arms flung around his neck, the better to keep him in place for a good look at him. ]
How're you doing?
[ Because, you know, this isn't exactly a light matter, here. She's got to ask. ]
[ Ugh, does she ever. A sense of duty will literally be the death of him. She pulls back with a sigh but leaves her arms flung around his neck, the better to keep him in place for a good look at him. ]
How're you doing?
[ Because, you know, this isn't exactly a light matter, here. She's got to ask. ]
[He looks down at her with his countenance placid but touched by melancholy, as a pond in spring is touched with ice just at the edges. How strange it is to know that you are seeing someone for the last time, but he wonders if it is better to know in advance or only in retrospect, as with Patroclus, his father, his son.]
No longer do I fear death, if that is what you ask. I would think it a far unhappier fate if I were to creep into old age without Patroclus, dearest and most faithful of my companions, by my side - cursed to a life long but empty. Jason met his life's end when the bow of his rotting ship, the vessel by which he gained glory in the bygone days of his vigor, collapsed atop him. But I shall meet death at the hands of a deathless god and a mortal both, there in the bloody jaws of battle, as befits a warrior of my status.
No longer do I fear death, if that is what you ask. I would think it a far unhappier fate if I were to creep into old age without Patroclus, dearest and most faithful of my companions, by my side - cursed to a life long but empty. Jason met his life's end when the bow of his rotting ship, the vessel by which he gained glory in the bygone days of his vigor, collapsed atop him. But I shall meet death at the hands of a deathless god and a mortal both, there in the bloody jaws of battle, as befits a warrior of my status.
[ She doesn't think she can agree. That's not bad, going out in a blaze of glory doing what you're best at — but Ramir doesn't want that for herself. Maybe that's the difference in the worlds they came from, maybe that's just the kind of guy he is. Whatever it is, she's glad his take on it is what it is. She's not sure she could stand it otherwise.
She pulls back a little more from him, growing a little more serious. ]
No one's ever gonna forget you. Not here, not in your world. Hell, not even in half the worlds out there.
She pulls back a little more from him, growing a little more serious. ]
No one's ever gonna forget you. Not here, not in your world. Hell, not even in half the worlds out there.
[Despite the heavy pall of melancholy that drapes this final meeting, a smile shadows his lips.]
Then all shall be as I wished. Man is mortal, but his name need not be.
[It is this that had stoked the fire deep in his breast, and this that had lashed him onward to Troy despite all that he was made to surrender in exchange.]
Then all shall be as I wished. Man is mortal, but his name need not be.
[It is this that had stoked the fire deep in his breast, and this that had lashed him onward to Troy despite all that he was made to surrender in exchange.]
[ Well, at least she could get a smile out of him, even if it's small and pathetic. She meets it with a warm one of her own, even if it's a little shaky around the edges, then reaches to grab and squeeze one of his hands. ]
Let's do that wine you mentioned.
Let's do that wine you mentioned.
[He squeezes her hand in return and leads her thus to the table, upon which sits the wine. This he mixes and pours in the tradition of his people, the ways of whom he has faithfully followed through every strange land. One cup he passes to her and another he sets before himself, but before he will drink of it he must pour the gods' portion: a small vessel sitting by the fireplace receives his libation.]
May Zeus who bears the aegis, bright-eyed Athena, and Phoebus Apollo grant us their benison for as long as they may.
[Well does he understand the irony in praying to the very gods who would and could do nothing to prevent his death, but what he does not know is that it would be Apollo himself, the far-shooter, who would guide the fatal arrow to his flesh. Then he returns to sit across from Ramir and take his own cup.]
How strange it is to remember now, as we come together in friendship to share wine, that once you vexed me as fleas vex a dog. Why, we once boxed and wrestled there on the beach of the Nalawi's land, so intolerable we each found the other!
May Zeus who bears the aegis, bright-eyed Athena, and Phoebus Apollo grant us their benison for as long as they may.
[Well does he understand the irony in praying to the very gods who would and could do nothing to prevent his death, but what he does not know is that it would be Apollo himself, the far-shooter, who would guide the fatal arrow to his flesh. Then he returns to sit across from Ramir and take his own cup.]
How strange it is to remember now, as we come together in friendship to share wine, that once you vexed me as fleas vex a dog. Why, we once boxed and wrestled there on the beach of the Nalawi's land, so intolerable we each found the other!
Edited 2017-06-28 04:57 (UTC)
[ She's uncharacteristically patient as he pours and libates, content just to watch. Well, not content — resigned, maybe. All his ritualistic religious stuff suddenly seems nostalgic, like she's already missing it.
His comment gets a quick laugh, quiet and a little subdued. ]
Right on the beach, yeah, in the fucking storm. God, there's a good memory. [ She wipes a hasty hand under one of her eyes, staving off tears that haven't quite gotten around to falling yet. ] But come on — I was more than just a flea to a dog to you. I almost kicked your ass that first time!
His comment gets a quick laugh, quiet and a little subdued. ]
Right on the beach, yeah, in the fucking storm. God, there's a good memory. [ She wipes a hasty hand under one of her eyes, staving off tears that haven't quite gotten around to falling yet. ] But come on — I was more than just a flea to a dog to you. I almost kicked your ass that first time!
[He frowns, his pride seizing him as so often it does, but he cannot help but laugh too for the memory.]
Indeed, I was shocked to find a woman not only so rude, but of such sturdy stock as well, touched by the strength of Pallas Athena, so it seemed to me.
[He drinks then of his wine, and his voice softens.]
So too, I was surprised by all I might learn from you, dear Ramir.
Indeed, I was shocked to find a woman not only so rude, but of such sturdy stock as well, touched by the strength of Pallas Athena, so it seemed to me.
[He drinks then of his wine, and his voice softens.]
So too, I was surprised by all I might learn from you, dear Ramir.
Hello, Ramir.
I will be leaving soon. I have been called upon by ALASTAIR to return to my world.
I would like to thank you for the times you have assisted me, and for our conversations. I never forget any who I meet, but you are particularly unforgettable. You have so much energy, so much drive, so much strength. I am hopeful that you will use your strength to continue to protect others. Even in times or places it may be difficult to do so... those times can be when it is most important to do so.
If I may leave you with one last lesson... When watching after yourself, you watch after others. When watching after others, you watch after yourself.
Thank you, Ramir.
I will be leaving soon. I have been called upon by ALASTAIR to return to my world.
I would like to thank you for the times you have assisted me, and for our conversations. I never forget any who I meet, but you are particularly unforgettable. You have so much energy, so much drive, so much strength. I am hopeful that you will use your strength to continue to protect others. Even in times or places it may be difficult to do so... those times can be when it is most important to do so.
If I may leave you with one last lesson... When watching after yourself, you watch after others. When watching after others, you watch after yourself.
Thank you, Ramir.
oh my god zen [ to say the least ]
you can't do this to me over text
you can't do this to me over text
[On the first of the month, as Sanguis waxes, Ramir will find a note in the common space of the apartment:]
I am leaving for a few days. I will be back when the lunar cycle ends.
Matthias
[And of course he took his wolf with him.]
I am leaving for a few days. I will be back when the lunar cycle ends.
Matthias
[And of course he took his wolf with him.]
[Her priorities are in perfect order.
Once the red moon wanes again, Matthias returns with his lupine features receded and his clarity of mind restored. But stepping over the threshold, he discovers he was not the only one to experience turbulence over the last few days. In his absence, the cramped common space has become cluttered with empty takeout containers, random articles of clothing, and other detritus. He wrinkles his nose.]
Djel, what a mess...
[Trassel's nose wiggles as he tries to discern these new scents. Matthias sets to collecting the trash.]
Once the red moon wanes again, Matthias returns with his lupine features receded and his clarity of mind restored. But stepping over the threshold, he discovers he was not the only one to experience turbulence over the last few days. In his absence, the cramped common space has become cluttered with empty takeout containers, random articles of clothing, and other detritus. He wrinkles his nose.]
Djel, what a mess...
[Trassel's nose wiggles as he tries to discern these new scents. Matthias sets to collecting the trash.]
FINALLY RETURNS TO THIS, also, i’m glad you pictured the state of things perfectly
heavyhitter
2019-05-17 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There’s movement in the living room outside, Ramir realizes. That’s gotta be Matthias, right? Or there’s always the burglar option. But by now it’s easier to remember that she’s got strength on her side, so she’s not to worried about it.
She steps out of the bathroom with a toothbrush crammed in her mouth, naked but for a towel wrapped under her armpits. And ... Matthias! Called it. She offers a wave with the toothbrushing-hand. ]
Hey. [ It’s kinda blurred around a mouth full of foam, but an attempt was made. ] ‘Sup?
She steps out of the bathroom with a toothbrush crammed in her mouth, naked but for a towel wrapped under her armpits. And ... Matthias! Called it. She offers a wave with the toothbrushing-hand. ]
Hey. [ It’s kinda blurred around a mouth full of foam, but an attempt was made. ] ‘Sup?
[He makes the mistake of looking up at the sound of her voice. An eyeful of curvy thighs is enough to turn his face bright red, and he snaps right around to hide his embarrassment. Which probably only advertises his discomfort all the more loudly.]
What in Djel’s good name are you doing?! Put your clothes on!
[This is precisely why he had sojourned to the beach while Sanguis was active — remaining in close quarters with her would have been disastrous.]
What in Djel’s good name are you doing?! Put your clothes on!
[This is precisely why he had sojourned to the beach while Sanguis was active — remaining in close quarters with her would have been disastrous.]
[ Aw, that’s just precious. She’d grin, if it wouldn’t be so disastrous in the face of toothbrushing. Not even Ramir is that reckless. Instead she offers a shrug and a noncommittal non-word of a sound. She’s wearing clothes, says this pointed sweep of a hand down her towel (which he probably doesn’t even see, but, whatever). Her towel covers the important parts, it’s enough.
She wanders to the kitchen sink and, with a few more scrubs, spits into it. ]
Did you have a good time? [ Off doing ... whatever he was doing. ]
She wanders to the kitchen sink and, with a few more scrubs, spits into it. ]
Did you have a good time? [ Off doing ... whatever he was doing. ]
[In order to dispose of the takeout containers he has harvested, he would have to get to the trash bin under the sink — but she blocks the way with her barely concealed body. And so Matthias is trapped here with his hands full of garbage. His shoulders heave with an exasperated sigh.]
It was peaceful. [He caught and gutted a lot of fish, a good direction to put his aggression toward. He also took many dips in the cold, bracing waters to get certain areas of his body under control.]
I wish I had stayed longer, but then I would have returned to a whole lake of garbage in here.
[While he talks to the wall, Trassel sniffs at a plate left on the coffee table, but apparently takes no interest in whatever greasy residue remains.]
It was peaceful. [He caught and gutted a lot of fish, a good direction to put his aggression toward. He also took many dips in the cold, bracing waters to get certain areas of his body under control.]
I wish I had stayed longer, but then I would have returned to a whole lake of garbage in here.
[While he talks to the wall, Trassel sniffs at a plate left on the coffee table, but apparently takes no interest in whatever greasy residue remains.]
Uh huh.
[ Both to the fun times had and the undeniable truth of his assumption. Yeah, it’s bad, not sorry. She might’ve put a little effort into cleaning up if he gave her a return date, but ... that’s definitely a maybe. She turns to lean against the sink, arms folded, not at all minding that she’s leaned directly in the way of the trash bin. ]
Well, we had fun over here! [ Who is we? Good question. ] Looked around, Found lots of good restaurants. Do you guys have Indian food? Found a place that does something almost just like an Indian curry, but they call it something else. Fucking delicious.
[ Yeah, she seems pretty content to lean here, in the way, almost naked, all night. ]
[ Both to the fun times had and the undeniable truth of his assumption. Yeah, it’s bad, not sorry. She might’ve put a little effort into cleaning up if he gave her a return date, but ... that’s definitely a maybe. She turns to lean against the sink, arms folded, not at all minding that she’s leaned directly in the way of the trash bin. ]
Well, we had fun over here! [ Who is we? Good question. ] Looked around, Found lots of good restaurants. Do you guys have Indian food? Found a place that does something almost just like an Indian curry, but they call it something else. Fucking delicious.
[ Yeah, she seems pretty content to lean here, in the way, almost naked, all night. ]
[Djel help him. Why is she still gabbing on and on, instead of putting her damned clothes on? He risks a glance over his shoulder, only to find that his way to the trash bin is thoroughly impeded by her hips. He then stamps out all thoughts of how nice and full her figure is by throwing his gaze to the ceiling. His fingers tighten around the stack of empty takeout containers.]
Can you at least move aside so I can clean up after you?
[Yes, this is a very interesting ceiling his eyes are attached to. No, his face is not pink; that must be a trick of the lighting.]
And no, I have no idea what Indian food is.
Can you at least move aside so I can clean up after you?
[Yes, this is a very interesting ceiling his eyes are attached to. No, his face is not pink; that must be a trick of the lighting.]
And no, I have no idea what Indian food is.
[ She’s ready to keep going on about this Indian food, but — oh, yeah, she could move for him, couldn’t she. The trash in his hands hadn’t really connected with the trash bin behind her. Too bad, that would have been a funny thing to (intentionally) hold hostage. ]
Knock yourself out.
[ And she does slide over — then over further, on second thought, to take a sprawling seat at the kitchen table instead.
And since that flush, adorable as it is, doesn’t escape her: ] You can chill out, too. It’s not like I’m naked. [ Well. She is. It’s just a covered sort of naked. ] Perfectly decent!
Knock yourself out.
[ And she does slide over — then over further, on second thought, to take a sprawling seat at the kitchen table instead.
And since that flush, adorable as it is, doesn’t escape her: ] You can chill out, too. It’s not like I’m naked. [ Well. She is. It’s just a covered sort of naked. ] Perfectly decent!
[As she plants herself at the kitchen table, Matthias stalks toward the sink with shoulders drawn stiff and eyes fastidiously averted. He pulls open the cupboard door to stuff the garbage into the bin. This is when she tells him to "chill out" — but her command seems to have the opposite effect.]
You are not perfectly decent! You're...you're— [He sputters, gestures at her, and then remembers he is not supposed to be looking at her. He spans his hand from temple to temple as he mutters to himself.]
A Fjerdan woman would die of shame to be seen like that. Even the West Stave girls must wear more.
[Not that he has ever visited Ketterdam's pleasure houses himself, but in Hellgate he heard plenty of colorful stories he would well do without.]
You are not perfectly decent! You're...you're— [He sputters, gestures at her, and then remembers he is not supposed to be looking at her. He spans his hand from temple to temple as he mutters to himself.]
A Fjerdan woman would die of shame to be seen like that. Even the West Stave girls must wear more.
[Not that he has ever visited Ketterdam's pleasure houses himself, but in Hellgate he heard plenty of colorful stories he would well do without.]
[ With a derisive snort: ] Good thing neither of us is a Fjerdan woman then, huh?
[ She will, however, concede to crossing her legs. You’re welcome, Matthias. ]
I was in the shower, alright? What, you want me to shower in a hoodie and sweatpants?
[ Should she tell him about how much time she spent walking around the communal areas without the towel? Probably not. ]
[ She will, however, concede to crossing her legs. You’re welcome, Matthias. ]
I was in the shower, alright? What, you want me to shower in a hoodie and sweatpants?
[ Should she tell him about how much time she spent walking around the communal areas without the towel? Probably not. ]
Edited 2019-05-23 01:17 (UTC)
[Please, if he clutches these pearls any harder, they'll crumble back to sand...
Matthias stalks back to the living room to gather the remaining trash. He is all hard lines, from the tight shape of his shoulders to the frown tugging his face.]
Are you in the shower right now?
[Trassel, meanwhile, worn out from the day, has decided to lay across the couch. The armrest cradles his chin as his eyes follow his brother.]
Matthias stalks back to the living room to gather the remaining trash. He is all hard lines, from the tight shape of his shoulders to the frown tugging his face.]
Are you in the shower right now?
[Trassel, meanwhile, worn out from the day, has decided to lay across the couch. The armrest cradles his chin as his eyes follow his brother.]
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