[ Tim’s laughter continues. Yes, it was ridiculous, and yes, he felt ridiculous doing it, but what was he supposed to do? If it broke on impact, his humiliation would have killed the mood! ]
You’re such a sap. [ Grinning ear to ear - this is not a complaint. ] Water would be nice, though. Maybe something soothing for my backside?
[He has to move away so he can get Tim a bottle of water and a cold pack out of the little cooler in their tent. The latter he wraps in a handkerchief before he sits.
He hands Tim the water and gestures for him to turn so he can put the cold pack against his ass.]
Thank you. That was... just wonderful, Tim. It's been a trying few days.
[ Tim holds his hand as he rises, smiling up at him as he lets it slip from his fingers. After a soft thank you and a chug of water, he flips onto his stomach, closing his eyes in satisfied bliss as he's taken care of, the cold pack a pleasant relief. ]
I know it has.
[ He'd gotten involved in the med tent debate, himself. And even if he hadn't, he'd have Harry's back if he's being insulted, whether it's Stephen Strange or the president of the United States.
...perhaps a bad example, with Ash and Embry around. But the sentiment stands. ]
Good timing to finish the project, let you work out some frustration.
[Harry cools Tim's ass, feeling a deep satisfaction as he does so. He loves the act of inflicting pain, but the art of aftercare appeals to him so deeply that engaging in it makes his soul happy.]
It means much that you engraved it. I... one of the things I had with me, aboard Erebus, was engraved silverware. It just feels so special.
The G isn't as rounded as I wanted it to be. [ what was that Koby was saying, about Tim not being able to take a compliment? ] But I'm glad you like it.
[ He makes a motion with his hand over his mouth, as if he's zipping his lips. ]
That's sweet. It would be nice to have something from Maggie. I mean, I have the photo album, but that's not the same. Maybe the library could give something back to you.
I'm not sure. I suppose... i suppose because it makes it seem real in a tangible way. Right now, people know me as just a man. From another time, yes, but most people don't care to ask about it.
But if I have something, something dear to me, well. Then it's an artifact. An antique. Proof that I lived and died long before most of you. It feels strange.
I'm not sure what I'd want, anyway. I had so little left.
[ Tim beams at that, stretches one hand behind him to take Harry’s. That he would treasure just a photograph of the two of them together over anything from home puts a warmth in his chest that he almost can’t contain, doesn’t know where to put it all. It almost feels wrong to be so happy, like they’re defying this place, and it’s only a matter of time before it comes back on them.
But he just can’t help it. ]
I get that. The things I was doing back home are history, today. I’ll be seventy-seven, if I make it to 2007 in my regular life. There’s no guarantee of that. Any time it comes up, it feels weird.
You think so? It's hard to imagine myself as someone's grandpa.
[ Not that he'd be having children. But you get it. ]
Yeah. I like the present. [ In spite of everything. Tim sighs happily, soft smile and tired eyes pointed at Harry. ] Feels better, thank you. Come cuddle.
I think you'll still be getting into trouble at that age.
Yes, dearest.
[Harry comes when he's called, as always. He drapes his arms around Tim and hums softly.]
I do miss hang a bed, but I can't lie: I like having you with me. If we ever get to return to the manor, I hope you'll spend the night every so often. If it's allowed.
I’ll be whacking arrogant doctors with my cane. Not in the fun way. On the head.
[ Laughing softly, he tucks himself into Harry’s shoulder. From the way he acts when the deed is done, seeking the warmth and safety of a lover wrapped around him, one could forget that he’s the bigger of the two. ]
I’d like that, too. [ Long mornings in. Sunlight through the curtains, hitting Harry’s face just right. Making love before breakfast, or skipping it entirely. This has been nice, but the first thing one does after a night sleeping on the ground is get up and stretch, not luxuriate in it. ] I’ll talk to Hawk. Give it a couple weeks, though. I think the tent assignments have him feeling a little neglected.
[ Though whether he cares what Hawk thinks by the time they get back inside is up in the air... ]
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Date: 2025-08-29 10:23 pm (UTC)You’re such a sap. [ Grinning ear to ear - this is not a complaint. ] Water would be nice, though. Maybe something soothing for my backside?
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Date: 2025-08-29 10:57 pm (UTC)[He has to move away so he can get Tim a bottle of water and a cold pack out of the little cooler in their tent. The latter he wraps in a handkerchief before he sits.
He hands Tim the water and gestures for him to turn so he can put the cold pack against his ass.]
Thank you. That was... just wonderful, Tim. It's been a trying few days.
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Date: 2025-08-30 12:32 am (UTC)I know it has.
[ He'd gotten involved in the med tent debate, himself. And even if he hadn't, he'd have Harry's back if he's being insulted, whether it's Stephen Strange or the president of the United States.
...perhaps a bad example, with Ash and Embry around. But the sentiment stands. ]
Good timing to finish the project, let you work out some frustration.
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Date: 2025-08-30 01:14 am (UTC)[Harry cools Tim's ass, feeling a deep satisfaction as he does so. He loves the act of inflicting pain, but the art of aftercare appeals to him so deeply that engaging in it makes his soul happy.]
It means much that you engraved it. I... one of the things I had with me, aboard Erebus, was engraved silverware. It just feels so special.
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Date: 2025-08-30 08:39 pm (UTC)Engraved for you? Or a family heirloom?
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Date: 2025-08-30 11:07 pm (UTC)For me. It was a gift from my brother.
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Date: 2025-08-31 12:07 am (UTC)That's sweet. It would be nice to have something from Maggie. I mean, I have the photo album, but that's not the same. Maybe the library could give something back to you.
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Date: 2025-08-31 12:26 am (UTC)Ah, no. Although the photographs are such a wonderful, wonderful thing. I told you I saved yours from my room, yes?
Ah. Perhaps. I know it must seem odd but I'm very reluctant to get anything from home.
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Date: 2025-09-01 05:33 am (UTC)[ Wiggling his butt as Harry tends to him. ]
Why's that?
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Date: 2025-09-01 05:39 am (UTC)[The wiggling earns a little pat.]
I'm not sure. I suppose... i suppose because it makes it seem real in a tangible way. Right now, people know me as just a man. From another time, yes, but most people don't care to ask about it.
But if I have something, something dear to me, well. Then it's an artifact. An antique. Proof that I lived and died long before most of you. It feels strange.
I'm not sure what I'd want, anyway. I had so little left.
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Date: 2025-09-01 02:36 pm (UTC)But he just can’t help it. ]
I get that. The things I was doing back home are history, today. I’ll be seventy-seven, if I make it to 2007 in my regular life. There’s no guarantee of that. Any time it comes up, it feels weird.
[ Rolling onto his side, to face him: ]
Not even something from before Erebus?
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Date: 2025-09-02 12:30 am (UTC)[He turns a bit too, so they can see each other easily.]
No. I don't think so. I'd rather focus on the present than be haunted by the past.
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Date: 2025-09-02 04:38 am (UTC)[ Not that he'd be having children. But you get it. ]
Yeah. I like the present. [ In spite of everything. Tim sighs happily, soft smile and tired eyes pointed at Harry. ] Feels better, thank you. Come cuddle.
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Date: 2025-09-02 04:53 am (UTC)Yes, dearest.
[Harry comes when he's called, as always. He drapes his arms around Tim and hums softly.]
I do miss hang a bed, but I can't lie: I like having you with me. If we ever get to return to the manor, I hope you'll spend the night every so often. If it's allowed.
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Date: 2025-09-02 02:36 pm (UTC)[ Laughing softly, he tucks himself into Harry’s shoulder. From the way he acts when the deed is done, seeking the warmth and safety of a lover wrapped around him, one could forget that he’s the bigger of the two. ]
I’d like that, too. [ Long mornings in. Sunlight through the curtains, hitting Harry’s face just right. Making love before breakfast, or skipping it entirely. This has been nice, but the first thing one does after a night sleeping on the ground is get up and stretch, not luxuriate in it. ] I’ll talk to Hawk. Give it a couple weeks, though. I think the tent assignments have him feeling a little neglected.
[ Though whether he cares what Hawk thinks by the time they get back inside is up in the air... ]
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Date: 2025-09-02 04:17 pm (UTC)[Harry does his best every time to enfold Tim completely.
He smiles shyly, picturing much the same. The idea of sleeping in with Tim is a fantasy he's secretly harboured for months.]
Oh, of course. I'll do nothing to make him feel threatened.
[The idea that meek little Harry Goodsir could threaten Hawk in any way is almost laughable, but the hearts of men are fragile.]