We have a whole field. I'll draw you a map of the myriad possibilities, you can help me choose. And anyway, I've moved Bethany to the office and Junior to the lab.
[so don't drunk punch jr. when you get there, ok. thanks.]
Aren't you with friends? Viktor, did you abandon them at the bar? Make sure you tell them you're leaving. I'll see you when you get home.
[sorry carver just. i mean he right. still field is a good point, but he is leaving now to get some things done so he needs to hastily offer his answer.]
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[he thinks this is hilarious, by the way.
anyway way too late at night he'll end up coming home, less drunk but still tipsy enough that when he comes in it's with a warm, easy smile and a hand behind his back.]
[This poor giant man? Palamedes huffs in amusement at his omni, at both the text and the emotes. Yes, love those, very nice.
In the intervening time, he sets about making sure he has water and some, hm, crackers sitting out and waiting for when Viktor gets back? Are crackers good for drunk people? He's only had about 6 drinks total in his whole life and he's not sure what will help someone not throw up, but he knows water will help.
So: he's still up when Viktor comes in, standing up from the couch and glancing over at the water and crackers that he's set out on the table, but decides he wants to cross to Viktor and kiss him on the forehead instead, first.]
[he smells a little like juice and something sharp, which at least is better than other liquor smells. he also leans into the forehead kiss, eyes closing, swaying just a touch.
this is nice. this is exactly why he needed to delay coming home for a bit and maybe almost burn his fingers off a few times.]
You are very good. You need to give me your hand though, eh... the left, I think. [he puts his cane to the side to rest against the wall, holding his hand out expectantly.]
[Ah, this drunk, fruit-scented Viktor is very sweet, not that he isn't always. Palamedes kisses his head again affectionately, and to keep him upright once he sways a little, good gracious. Now then, hmm...]
Alright, [Here is his left hand placed in Viktor's, now what. It's palm-up, because he doesn't suspect a thing, smart guy that he is. It's late, give him time to catch up.]
[the fact it's palm up makes viktor chuckle, low and under his breath as he turns pal's hand around. even tipsy there's a touch of nerves, not unpleasant ones but yes, this is a very solid thing that is happening. making it all more and more official as time goes on, which each step, each joke turned meaningful.
he slides the ring up pal's ring finger, glad to see he was right in assuming they had basically the same ring size. it's not actual silver but the color isn't far off, distinctly mechanical with the bit in the middle that spins with a satisfying and soft click click click. he is not a jeweler so it's really not much at all, in his opinion, more functional than beautiful.
he likes it very much though, regarding it on pal's hand, holding it in both of his.] There. For you.
[Oh, not palm up, oops. Palamedes simply waits, curious about Viktor's little surprise he just had to go and obtain before coming home— ah, it's a ring, he thinks, and then, oh!
Oh, and in the way family names aren't much of a tradition back home, wedding rings are one that have stood the test of time, and so after a split second he gets it, looking down at his newly be-ringed hand held in Viktor's, and the realization of it makes his heart pound double time. After the evening of Viktor Sextus, a ring isn't at all subtle; any part of him that might wonder if this isn't the proper way to do things - Viktor is, after all, a little drunk - is shouted down by the parts of him more and more enamored with this little ring by the second.
He cups Viktor's face with his right hand, lifting the left to squint at the ring, and he says,] You made this?
[In, like, an evening? While tipsy? And even remembering to make it Sixth silver? This man.]
It's perfect. Come here, [for kisses, good gracious, before he explodes.]
Of course. [viktor huffs, in the same way he huffs about the idea of bartering for anything he can make himself.] I've been thinking about it for a while, and I needed... you should have this.
[because maybe it's one of those things pal missed, or maybe it's something he already knows and just deserves, but even in the undercity people wore bands proudly offered by loving spouses and- hm. going a touch red still at spouse but it's true. even if he isn't sure pal even likes jewelry at all or finds it frivolous.
he'll happily kiss pal though, that same sweet juice with the sharp edge in flavor, pulling back to impart-] It spins. I thought you'd like that.
[Ah, one of those Viktor Thoughts things, he understands completely now. He hums, leaning into another kiss, sharp juice flavor and all. This is how he'll consume all alcohol from now on? Indirectly, through kissing Viktor.
And! It spins! Wow! He'd love to spend the rest of this evening alternating between kissing his- ah- his Viktor, while he waits for the vocabulary to settle, and also spinning his new ring around, but first:]
I do like it. And I love you. Come and drink some water, I don't want you to suffer through the whole morning.
[Tug tug, come to this table, there are Plain Snacks.]
[viktor leans into him, into the kiss, a pleased hum at a job well done. he largely ignores pal's words to kiss his jaw, then down his neck. water? who needs water. he lifts pal's hand to kiss the ring, that's what he needs.]
Eh. [fine, water, he'll follow, a small smile on his face before he pauses to consider.]
Oh... yes, I should make one for myself. [kind of forgot that. he takes a seat at the table, elbow to the surface and chin in his palm.] I kept thinking it was something I owed you, I suppose the fact it's a matching set slipped my mind.
[Save the romantic ring-kissing and other-spots-kissing for later, after the water and crackers. Palamedes still chuckles, not-quite-nudging him to please, please drink some water. He joins him at the table, pulling the other chair around to sit right next to him instead of across, helpfully pushing the water over in front of him. Hi. Drink.]
You owed me a ring?
[Soft, while he reaches over to skim his fingers over the back of Viktor's neck and up into his hair. He's going to insist about the water and snacks if he really must, but besides that nagging, he's happy; he can look down at his other hand on the table and see that ring and know, yes, this is what he wants. It wasn't any less of a promise when they made themselves a House— a family— but a pair of rings is certainly, hm, more overt.
Still. It feels like a natural progression more than a surprise; he'll get used to the new feeling of wearing a ring around.]
I can't help you make one at all, but I could push a button on a machine at least once, to contribute.
[fine, water, fine. he takes it and finds he's thirstier than he realizes, drinking quite a bit before he puts it down.] Yes. I thought... I am often too tentative with shows of affection that are not sexual in nature, which is a matter you have never complained about and take in stride. And this, even if we are- hm, not quite traditional, or grand gestures, it is very important to me to make it quite clear where I stand.
So rings. Also- [he turns to regard pal, lips quirked fondly] I thought- 'does Palamedes like jewelry?' What would he think of it? Would he find it irritating to wear? I thought yes, if he had a ring it would have to be simple and practical, so... spinning. It is practical. This is what I was thinking.
I was looking forward to it, to seeing what you'd like. I always like to learn more about you. [chatty...
he leans back into the touch a little, a soft snort.] You can pick out the metal. Then it's yours.
[Chatty indeed, it's endearing. Palamedes hums and nods appropriately, playing with the ends of Viktor's hair, and very strongly resists making a horny quip about sexual affection just this once.]
I will; show me a selection, so I don't pick something ridiculous to make a ring out of. I really don't know anything about metal.
[tin can ring. no.]
Anyway, I do like that it spins. I like that it's silver, and that you made it for me. I like what it stands for, especially. I'll like wearing it, as soon as I get used to it.
[So there, a good old itemized list for the new ring.]
You haven't been that tentative lately; I'm getting to you. [ha ha]
I will make a pile for you to choose from. [viktor answers. frankly pal could go out and find the ugliest ring imaginable and he wouldn't care, probably just delight in getting to mock him for it while wearing it anyway.
then again a good part of the reason he wanted to make the ring is not trusting the trench at all. gods know how many cursed rings are probably out there, waiting to give someone a hard time.]
I suppose I have not. [he turns to face him, placing the glass down.] It still happens, more than I would like. You are very brave, yes? You show how much you care. It worries me, and inspires. [and pal gets a kiss again, the alcohol taste mostly washed away now.]
I could take up swearing more often if it helps you worry less. [Jokes... Mm, but he leans into the kiss, soft and tender and unhurried. He does gently nudge the rest of the water back into Viktor's hand, but. Never mind that right this second.
When he pulls back it's only far enough to lean their foreheads together, smiling. Look at this guy. Mmph.]
Every time I introduce you to someone, or I meet one of your friends, they think you're witty and brilliant- true, of course I wouldn't introduce you to complete fools- and never tentative about being kind. You don't give yourself enough credit.
but fine, he takes the water and allows another sip, only because pal wants him to. it's sweet, that he cares, as though viktor handling the probably well deserved irritation of a morning headache for this isn't acceptable. he's having feelings again, ones that have him take the time to finish the entire glass! wow! before taking pal's face in both his hands and kissing him soundly.
it goes on for a while, enough he nearly forgets to answer pal being sweet again.] Oh I am quite witty and brilliant, I know. [dry] But I am not brave the way you are. You make me want to be, though. I think that is... important. That you make me wish to be better than I am, not because I need to be or should be, because you make it easier to be.
[Hmm, very good, he should get another glass— no, he won't, even after this lengthy kiss. This is perfectly non-tentative, nonsexual affection, sir; but that's beside the point. Palamedes leans into it to the point that he's scooted all the way to the edge of his shitty kitchen chair and bumped their legs together repeatedly, and immediately snorts inelegantly at Viktor's incredible display of humility.
Like, yeah, he's amazing and intelligent and funny, obviously, but the timing. True comedic genius.] More than anyone else I know.
[Ah, but then he softens, and presses his next kiss to Viktor's cheek, lingering there a moment. Hmm.]
If I offer to help with whatever you need, are you going to tell me I do it too much? [he does. he knows.] I am. For the record. Anything for you; I'll be here.
[ugh, pal gets another kiss for that. sweet of him, being wife guy, maybe more so because he's so glaringly honest it's easy to see he believes every word, no angles. his hand rests on pal's knee, moving up to a quite risqué place on pal's thigh as he leans in for another kiss. they're married sort of now so it's probably not a sin, it's fine.]
No. You have gotten a bit better at that too. Besides, we are partners. We help each other. [another kiss, then down the line of his jaw. maybe pal still needs reminders but hey, work in progress.] And you already are, waiting up for me with water and crackers. You are... impossibly sweet, Palamedes.
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I have been thinking
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Oh? You usually are. What about?
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Palamedes it was so many nights. I counted it was at least twelve nights Palamedes
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Well, circumstances being what they were-- but I missed you, too. What do you recommend?
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Not doing it again.
Teleportation like the hexgates. I'll design it for you
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I missed you too, too
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There are already lamps, Viktor. Unless you want me to teleport directly to your side at any time? I won't say no.
When are you coming home tonight? I'll stay up.
[he would have stayed up anyway, but it's the Saying It...]
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[poor lantern friends. he's too drunk to consider the lamp could be. outside. viktor.]
Is it late? Soon then, I miss you. I have something to do first
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[so don't drunk punch jr. when you get there, ok. thanks.]
Aren't you with friends? Viktor, did you abandon them at the bar? Make sure you tell them you're leaving. I'll see you when you get home.
[....and, okay,] ❤❤❤❤❤❤
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[sorry carver just. i mean he right. still field is a good point, but he is leaving now to get some things done so he needs to hastily offer his answer.]
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[he thinks this is hilarious, by the way.
anyway way too late at night he'll end up coming home, less drunk but still tipsy enough that when he comes in it's with a warm, easy smile and a hand behind his back.]
Palamedes. [he calls, accent thicker than usual.]
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In the intervening time, he sets about making sure he has water and some, hm, crackers sitting out and waiting for when Viktor gets back? Are crackers good for drunk people? He's only had about 6 drinks total in his whole life and he's not sure what will help someone not throw up, but he knows water will help.
So: he's still up when Viktor comes in, standing up from the couch and glancing over at the water and crackers that he's set out on the table, but decides he wants to cross to Viktor and kiss him on the forehead instead, first.]
Hi. I found crackers for you.
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this is nice. this is exactly why he needed to delay coming home for a bit and maybe almost burn his fingers off a few times.]
You are very good. You need to give me your hand though, eh... the left, I think. [he puts his cane to the side to rest against the wall, holding his hand out expectantly.]
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Alright, [Here is his left hand placed in Viktor's, now what. It's palm-up, because he doesn't suspect a thing, smart guy that he is. It's late, give him time to catch up.]
What is it?
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he slides the ring up pal's ring finger, glad to see he was right in assuming they had basically the same ring size. it's not actual silver but the color isn't far off, distinctly mechanical with the bit in the middle that spins with a satisfying and soft click click click. he is not a jeweler so it's really not much at all, in his opinion, more functional than beautiful.
he likes it very much though, regarding it on pal's hand, holding it in both of his.] There. For you.
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Oh, and in the way family names aren't much of a tradition back home, wedding rings are one that have stood the test of time, and so after a split second he gets it, looking down at his newly be-ringed hand held in Viktor's, and the realization of it makes his heart pound double time. After the evening of Viktor Sextus, a ring isn't at all subtle; any part of him that might wonder if this isn't the proper way to do things - Viktor is, after all, a little drunk - is shouted down by the parts of him more and more enamored with this little ring by the second.
He cups Viktor's face with his right hand, lifting the left to squint at the ring, and he says,] You made this?
[In, like, an evening? While tipsy? And even remembering to make it Sixth silver? This man.]
It's perfect. Come here, [for kisses, good gracious, before he explodes.]
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[because maybe it's one of those things pal missed, or maybe it's something he already knows and just deserves, but even in the undercity people wore bands proudly offered by loving spouses and- hm. going a touch red still at spouse but it's true. even if he isn't sure pal even likes jewelry at all or finds it frivolous.
he'll happily kiss pal though, that same sweet juice with the sharp edge in flavor, pulling back to impart-] It spins. I thought you'd like that.
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And! It spins! Wow! He'd love to spend the rest of this evening alternating between kissing his- ah- his Viktor, while he waits for the vocabulary to settle, and also spinning his new ring around, but first:]
I do like it. And I love you. Come and drink some water, I don't want you to suffer through the whole morning.
[Tug tug, come to this table, there are Plain Snacks.]
Where's yours?
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Eh. [fine, water, he'll follow, a small smile on his face before he pauses to consider.]
Oh... yes, I should make one for myself. [kind of forgot that. he takes a seat at the table, elbow to the surface and chin in his palm.] I kept thinking it was something I owed you, I suppose the fact it's a matching set slipped my mind.
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You owed me a ring?
[Soft, while he reaches over to skim his fingers over the back of Viktor's neck and up into his hair. He's going to insist about the water and snacks if he really must, but besides that nagging, he's happy; he can look down at his other hand on the table and see that ring and know, yes, this is what he wants. It wasn't any less of a promise when they made themselves a House— a family— but a pair of rings is certainly, hm, more overt.
Still. It feels like a natural progression more than a surprise; he'll get used to the new feeling of wearing a ring around.]
I can't help you make one at all, but I could push a button on a machine at least once, to contribute.
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So rings. Also- [he turns to regard pal, lips quirked fondly] I thought- 'does Palamedes like jewelry?' What would he think of it? Would he find it irritating to wear? I thought yes, if he had a ring it would have to be simple and practical, so... spinning. It is practical. This is what I was thinking.
I was looking forward to it, to seeing what you'd like. I always like to learn more about you. [chatty...
he leans back into the touch a little, a soft snort.] You can pick out the metal. Then it's yours.
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I will; show me a selection, so I don't pick something ridiculous to make a ring out of. I really don't know anything about metal.
[tin can ring. no.]
Anyway, I do like that it spins. I like that it's silver, and that you made it for me. I like what it stands for, especially. I'll like wearing it, as soon as I get used to it.
[So there, a good old itemized list for the new ring.]
You haven't been that tentative lately; I'm getting to you. [ha ha]
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then again a good part of the reason he wanted to make the ring is not trusting the trench at all. gods know how many cursed rings are probably out there, waiting to give someone a hard time.]
I suppose I have not. [he turns to face him, placing the glass down.] It still happens, more than I would like. You are very brave, yes? You show how much you care. It worries me, and inspires. [and pal gets a kiss again, the alcohol taste mostly washed away now.]
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I could take up swearing more often if it helps you worry less. [Jokes... Mm, but he leans into the kiss, soft and tender and unhurried. He does gently nudge the rest of the water back into Viktor's hand, but. Never mind that right this second.
When he pulls back it's only far enough to lean their foreheads together, smiling. Look at this guy. Mmph.]
Every time I introduce you to someone, or I meet one of your friends, they think you're witty and brilliant- true, of course I wouldn't introduce you to complete fools- and never tentative about being kind. You don't give yourself enough credit.
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but fine, he takes the water and allows another sip, only because pal wants him to. it's sweet, that he cares, as though viktor handling the probably well deserved irritation of a morning headache for this isn't acceptable. he's having feelings again, ones that have him take the time to finish the entire glass! wow! before taking pal's face in both his hands and kissing him soundly.
it goes on for a while, enough he nearly forgets to answer pal being sweet again.] Oh I am quite witty and brilliant, I know. [dry] But I am not brave the way you are. You make me want to be, though. I think that is... important. That you make me wish to be better than I am, not because I need to be or should be, because you make it easier to be.
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Like, yeah, he's amazing and intelligent and funny, obviously, but the timing. True comedic genius.] More than anyone else I know.
[Ah, but then he softens, and presses his next kiss to Viktor's cheek, lingering there a moment. Hmm.]
If I offer to help with whatever you need, are you going to tell me I do it too much? [he does. he knows.] I am. For the record. Anything for you; I'll be here.
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No. You have gotten a bit better at that too. Besides, we are partners. We help each other. [another kiss, then down the line of his jaw. maybe pal still needs reminders but hey, work in progress.] And you already are, waiting up for me with water and crackers. You are... impossibly sweet, Palamedes.
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