[yes taking "breaks" while staying inside, what could that possibly mean. funnily enough it's less horny and more he knows going out under the sun is never going to be pal's favorite thing, so nice inside time? the plan.
viktor scoffs, so fond when he kisses the exaggerated face pal makes.] We are. Besides, Remina put us ahead of schedule if you remember. Far too ahead of schedule.
[dry. that loop is less problematic than others but still annoying.
ah couch married life though, if their day off is just this he would be incredibly content. he presses into pal's hand, mug cake easily forgotten for now, sorry mug cake. good thing for the sticky note reminder later.
he'd rather soak up the affection, less and less like a starving man these days, more and more secure in some level of understanding that this is not a passing dream. he'd rather offer it back in turn, softer around the edges than before, deeply content in everything pal is and offers him. painfully, ridiculously happy, as he said before. just one quiet moment untouched by what ifs and harsh realities.]
And what will we do in the meantime, I wonder. [he says fondly, and answers that with a languid kiss. he'd be happy to lose the evening to just this, grasping one of pal's hands to intertwine their fingers, the other free to tilt his head, rest over his heart, skirt under his old man pajamas.]
[Palamedes hums, half content and half, eh, not pleased with Remina by any means, but not so angry about that particular loop.]
I'm not thanking her; god no. If she wanted us to take a day off, she could have asked.
[Could she have still asked via oozing blood and menacing stare? Likely. Palamedes wouldn't have thought much of such a choice, but it is what it is. Regardless, he's more than willing to put her out of mind for the time being, to respond to Viktor in kind. This is the evening they've been owed, not even a joke; after everything, they should have more evenings like this, where the biggest concerns are legs falling asleep from how haphazardly they arrange themselves in a quest to get ever closer. There will be more evenings like this, he decides, and presses the determination that wells up in him into another kiss; so many more evenings like this until they're commonplace, without ghosts or illness or dread.
It's a good goal. It has its own list at the back of his mind, and it's the only thing on there. Still, in the here and now, after he's done horrible, irreversible stretches to Viktor's t-shirt and his old man pajamas are sufficiently rucked up and rumpled, does he pull back a moment to speak, pleasantly flushed and not quite out of breath. Ah-]
I've tried to think of a clever opening for this and come up empty, so you'll just have to bear with me: I have a request. [pause for effect just kidding he does not pause in the slightest, ahem,] Get up from here, skip the mugs and take a shower with me.
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viktor scoffs, so fond when he kisses the exaggerated face pal makes.] We are. Besides, Remina put us ahead of schedule if you remember. Far too ahead of schedule.
[dry. that loop is less problematic than others but still annoying.
ah couch married life though, if their day off is just this he would be incredibly content. he presses into pal's hand, mug cake easily forgotten for now, sorry mug cake. good thing for the sticky note reminder later.
he'd rather soak up the affection, less and less like a starving man these days, more and more secure in some level of understanding that this is not a passing dream. he'd rather offer it back in turn, softer around the edges than before, deeply content in everything pal is and offers him. painfully, ridiculously happy, as he said before. just one quiet moment untouched by what ifs and harsh realities.]
And what will we do in the meantime, I wonder. [he says fondly, and answers that with a languid kiss. he'd be happy to lose the evening to just this, grasping one of pal's hands to intertwine their fingers, the other free to tilt his head, rest over his heart, skirt under his old man pajamas.]
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I'm not thanking her; god no. If she wanted us to take a day off, she could have asked.
[Could she have still asked via oozing blood and menacing stare? Likely. Palamedes wouldn't have thought much of such a choice, but it is what it is. Regardless, he's more than willing to put her out of mind for the time being, to respond to Viktor in kind. This is the evening they've been owed, not even a joke; after everything, they should have more evenings like this, where the biggest concerns are legs falling asleep from how haphazardly they arrange themselves in a quest to get ever closer. There will be more evenings like this, he decides, and presses the determination that wells up in him into another kiss; so many more evenings like this until they're commonplace, without ghosts or illness or dread.
It's a good goal. It has its own list at the back of his mind, and it's the only thing on there. Still, in the here and now, after he's done horrible, irreversible stretches to Viktor's t-shirt and his old man pajamas are sufficiently rucked up and rumpled, does he pull back a moment to speak, pleasantly flushed and not quite out of breath. Ah-]
I've tried to think of a clever opening for this and come up empty, so you'll just have to bear with me: I have a request. [pause for effect just kidding he does not pause in the slightest, ahem,] Get up from here, skip the mugs and take a shower with me.