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holyposition) wrote2024-06-13 06:55 pm
holyposition) wrote2024-06-13 06:55 pm
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[ Tim isn’t pulled into his arms so much as he falls into them, hardly standing upright as it is. Quentin’s seen him in rough states before – in the clinic the morning after they met, in the throes of wretched, tear-soaked heartache, bruised and jumping at shadows after the attempt on his life – but this awful numbness is something new. It’s more than just the cold from confining himself to the graveyard, but his very heart that’s missing, buried under the dirt outside. With nothing to pump his blood or fill his veins with life, it’s hard to feel much of anything at all, except for the yearning for that missing piece.
He stands limply against Quentin, nodding his understanding and closing his eyes, letting the survival instinct towards something warm do the work of raising his arms to embrace him back, loosely. The chilly tip of his nose nudges against his shoulder. ]
I’m okay.
[ Automatic, and completely untrue. Maybe it could be, if Quentin keeps rubbing like that, putting some small measure of heat back into him. ]
He’ll be alright, though? I can’t lose both of them.
He stands limply against Quentin, nodding his understanding and closing his eyes, letting the survival instinct towards something warm do the work of raising his arms to embrace him back, loosely. The chilly tip of his nose nudges against his shoulder. ]
I’m okay.
[ Automatic, and completely untrue. Maybe it could be, if Quentin keeps rubbing like that, putting some small measure of heat back into him. ]
He’ll be alright, though? I can’t lose both of them.
You don't think "the smallfolk" is a bit...derogatory?
It's not just royalty, who lead full and vibrant lives. It's condescending.
He'll be alright.
[ tim leans against him and quentin's hands smooth over his back, one rising slowly to his nape and into his hair, scratching along his scalp until he follows the line of his spine all over again. he's bitten with the cold and quentin knows he needs more than an embrace to will some warmth back into his bones. he tips his head, kissing tim's temple. ]
Lets get you out of those clothes - into something warmer for a little while.
[ there's nothing suggestive or sexual, just the guiding hands of someone who cares deeply about the man before him. he pulls him gently, keeping him glued to his front as he walks them back, letting their feet slot and fumble like they're doing some sad little dance.
he only pulls away to grab a clean shirt, a thick, woolen sweater, and some sweat pants. ]
Off with it - we'll get you back into them before you leave, but right now you need to get warmed up. No sense in freezing to death waiting for them both if you're too ill to meet them when they return, sweets.
[ tim leans against him and quentin's hands smooth over his back, one rising slowly to his nape and into his hair, scratching along his scalp until he follows the line of his spine all over again. he's bitten with the cold and quentin knows he needs more than an embrace to will some warmth back into his bones. he tips his head, kissing tim's temple. ]
Lets get you out of those clothes - into something warmer for a little while.
[ there's nothing suggestive or sexual, just the guiding hands of someone who cares deeply about the man before him. he pulls him gently, keeping him glued to his front as he walks them back, letting their feet slot and fumble like they're doing some sad little dance.
he only pulls away to grab a clean shirt, a thick, woolen sweater, and some sweat pants. ]
Off with it - we'll get you back into them before you leave, but right now you need to get warmed up. No sense in freezing to death waiting for them both if you're too ill to meet them when they return, sweets.
Tim. I need your help.
...I'm never doing anything nice for anyone again, by the way.
...I'm never doing anything nice for anyone again, by the way.
I guess my good fortune with the library wore out.
[attached is a photo of this monstrosity.]
What the hell am I supposed to give him at his party now?
[attached is a photo of this monstrosity.]
What the hell am I supposed to give him at his party now?
...okay.
Maybe we can fix it. It's not bad that Alicent is in it, only that her breasts are popping out. We can paint the dress higher.
Maybe we can fix it. It's not bad that Alicent is in it, only that her breasts are popping out. We can paint the dress higher.
You think so? Look, I'm not Michelangelo here. Can you manage it, honey? I'll make it up to you.
...He just wanted to see his damn dragon. I mean, Christ.
...He just wanted to see his damn dragon. I mean, Christ.
Art classes in school don't make me Michaelangelo, but I can do it. I just need a couple shades of green paint.
He loves Vhagar more than anything. We'll salvage it. But I need you to take over firewood duty.
He loves Vhagar more than anything. We'll salvage it. But I need you to take over firewood duty.
I've seen your doodles. They're good, Tim. I'll ask Giles to send some to the room.
And ah hell, you should have let me take care of that to begin with. I'm on it.
And ah hell, you should have let me take care of that to begin with. I'm on it.
Start thinking about how I can repay my little artiste.
Oh, and gold. For her necklace.
Ask me again after I watch you chop wood for a while. It should be inspiring 👀
Ask me again after I watch you chop wood for a while. It should be inspiring 👀
Roger that.
You wanna come lay out in the sun and fix it up while I do? We both get eye candy that way.
You wanna come lay out in the sun and fix it up while I do? We both get eye candy that way.
It's cold out. The last thing we need is it getting rained on.
Might do you some good to make make you keep your pants on for a couple hours.
Might do you some good to make make you keep your pants on for a couple hours.
Well, ouch.
Just for that, I'm showering before I come back to the room.
Just for that, I'm showering before I come back to the room.
Ouch is right. Your boy needs a day to recover.
No you're not. Where else would you be showering?
No you're not. Where else would you be showering?
...A day? You're pulling my leg, right? Are you - feeling alright? You don't have a fever do you?
Hey, you know I read something about that. Fucking with a fever, I mean.
Hey, you know I read something about that. Fucking with a fever, I mean.
I'll come through the room we don't use. Obviously.
No, I'm not sick, just sore. Trade spots sometime and you'll see what I mean.
That door's locked.
That door's locked.
Can I kiss it better?
[pointedly not addressing the trading spots part, sorry honey.]
Then I'll just have to unlock it. Unless there's something you want from me.
[pointedly not addressing the trading spots part, sorry honey.]
Then I'll just have to unlock it. Unless there's something you want from me.
No, you can't, we both know it won't stop there. You'll survive for a day or two.
Just your boxers.
Just your boxers.
I can. I’ll prove it to you.
…Two now? Skippy - that’s just cruel and unusual punishment.
Aha. There it is. Fine, they’re all yours. What’re you gonna do with ‘em this time?
…Two now? Skippy - that’s just cruel and unusual punishment.
Aha. There it is. Fine, they’re all yours. What’re you gonna do with ‘em this time?
I'm flattered that you want to be inside me 24/7, but it's starting to hurt, and not in the way I like.
Wear them myself while we take a break from sex for a couple days, to teach you to quit whining.
Wear them myself while we take a break from sex for a couple days, to teach you to quit whining.
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