[good, they have taught the ministers well. or maybe more viktor has, pal is mostly innocent in this unintentional war started over one illtimed grape, but that's just the nature of the trench. probably. either way viktor tries not to take some satisfaction in their scuttling away and fails.]
I think the blood mist is, in fact, not an enjoyable backdrop to eating any food. Let us go to the lamp. I wouldn't mind eating at the docks, though we could head elsewhere. [pal has maybe a few more issues with the sea than viktor, who still finds it a comfort more than anything.
he leans in for another kiss, passing the bag of stick food to pal so he can free that hand for holding pal's.] Now, let us see... ah yes, should I tease you for informing me of your feelings over a sudden phone call or because you were covered in blood? [the softness in his glance sort of makes both seem more like endearments, so. hm.]
[His poor, poor coworkers. Palamedes gives the others only a brief glance when he's through kissing Viktor, like ah? Did someone want to ask him something? No? Alright, guys.
He does give them a little wave, before accepting food in one hand and Viktor's hand in the other, and turning them back towards the main entrance. Very fortuitous that the Lumenarium has its own lamp, although, hm - nearly every time he goes near the docks or the sea something horrible happens.
He'll try not to be superstitious. With a one-shoulder shrug, he says,] The docks are fine; you're cute when you get to look at the boats.
[And for fun, he actually thinks about which think Viktor should tease him over. They're both valid options, so good job to himself, but:]
The blood, I think, although you've known I'm a necromancer since we met and so should not be surprised I'd come into some borrowed blood on occasion. ["borrowed"] Do your worst; I love you despite your barbs.
[bye nerds, they can now leave with the ministers un-menaced, viktor huffing in amusement at that assessment of his boat watching.]
Eh, if it helps turn your opinion on the docks at least then I will take it. [this defamation of his character, quite foul.]
I think I might choose the wildcard and pick on you for calling it 'borrowed.' [viktor decides as they approach the lamp, slowing a little to glance at him. kind of wants to kiss him again, this is all an excellent distraction from necromantic gods or whether the healing won't cause another, irritating time loop. he would really rather not have this day marred by another of those.]
... you know I've been thinking of admitting that to you for a time, that I love you. I foolishly convinced myself it would be eh... overbearing. [a sort of snort like yeah, he's kind of an idiot sometimes if left to his own devices.]
[It's too late, local minister thinks Viktor is very cute and precious when he excitedly rambles about boat parts that Palamedes can't understand even a little. He hums, shrugging; he'll defame Viktor's tough and bristly reputation all the way to the docks.
Now, 'borrowed' is fine, but this other thing— Palamedes doesn't point out that talking about their feelings isn't picking on him for borrowed blood at all, actually. But.]
Overbearing? You? Never. [Unless he has a handful of grapes in his pocket, ahem... Palamedes gives him a sideways look, eyebrows raised while that implication sinks in, then he laughs.] I thought we'd established that I like it when you're direct. You didn't have to worry about it.
[Well, he's a little relieved it wasn't fruit that pushed them into saying it; not that that would have spoiled the sentiment, not really. Still.]
Am I going to sound arrogant if I say I totally knew all along? You have a tell.
Only when grapes are involved apparently. [he gets the joke. the grape incident is something he knows he can never live down and kind of doesn't want to anyway.
his lips quirk at that though, at 'direct.'] You are right, as you often are. I was likely trying to rationalize and irrational.
[because the being open and vulnerable thing is a work in progress he usually thinks he's doing quite well at, all things considered. reaching the lamp and he stops though, giving pal quite the look for that claim.]
I do not. What tell? [the nerve, truly. almost like being incredibly gay and all the incredibly romantic things they do are a tell.]
[The grape incident lives in infamy, forever. Bring some nonmagical grapes to the Lumenarium next time just to snack on in front of the ministers, they'll love that. Palamedes snorts, giving him a nudge. Please, sir.]
When did you want to tell me? I must have been doing something impressive.
[You know, as if his phone call wasn't just in the middle of a serious conversation. It's fine, tell him the gossip about himself, he loves to hear it.]
And you do. You make this face, [he wiggles his fingers, A Face that is Made, this isn't purposely vague.] It's a dead giveaway.
[don't tempt him, grapes might be the only common fruit he likes after gorging through paleblood compulsion this month, purely to menace the ministers.]
The last time was when I was telling you I had your back. [he answers that, smile small as he glances over. he tugs him to the lamp then poof, close to the docks. thanks lantern friend, you funky little monsters.] I often think it at small things, really. When you bend your glasses like a madman, for example. When you're concentrating on a book.
[gay. it's like he's in love. the not face gets a face of his own, the other thread mentioned it. the pal is saying/doing something ridiculous face.] That is not a face I make.
[Ah, there's a point for continuing to ruin his glasses. He tugs them to a proper stop once they're through the lamp, to lean in for that kiss delayed terribly by all the Lumenwood mist (not good for kissing outdoors). The noise and... smells... of the docks make for a better backdrop, so before they head all the way down: a kiss, for loving him at the most mundane of times, which is really the best he could ask for.
That said,]
You're making the face right now. [is he. is that the face. or are there many faces, actually, because Palamedes is also in love, and that's just how these things go.] Come on, teach me something about the sea that isn't horrifying.
[It's up to Viktor to mediate Pal vs. Sea... Well, away they go to lunch, content, all things considered.]
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I think the blood mist is, in fact, not an enjoyable backdrop to eating any food. Let us go to the lamp. I wouldn't mind eating at the docks, though we could head elsewhere. [pal has maybe a few more issues with the sea than viktor, who still finds it a comfort more than anything.
he leans in for another kiss, passing the bag of stick food to pal so he can free that hand for holding pal's.] Now, let us see... ah yes, should I tease you for informing me of your feelings over a sudden phone call or because you were covered in blood? [the softness in his glance sort of makes both seem more like endearments, so. hm.]
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He does give them a little wave, before accepting food in one hand and Viktor's hand in the other, and turning them back towards the main entrance. Very fortuitous that the Lumenarium has its own lamp, although, hm - nearly every time he goes near the docks or the sea something horrible happens.
He'll try not to be superstitious. With a one-shoulder shrug, he says,] The docks are fine; you're cute when you get to look at the boats.
[And for fun, he actually thinks about which think Viktor should tease him over. They're both valid options, so good job to himself, but:]
The blood, I think, although you've known I'm a necromancer since we met and so should not be surprised I'd come into some borrowed blood on occasion. ["borrowed"] Do your worst; I love you despite your barbs.
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Eh, if it helps turn your opinion on the docks at least then I will take it. [this defamation of his character, quite foul.]
I think I might choose the wildcard and pick on you for calling it 'borrowed.' [viktor decides as they approach the lamp, slowing a little to glance at him. kind of wants to kiss him again, this is all an excellent distraction from necromantic gods or whether the healing won't cause another, irritating time loop. he would really rather not have this day marred by another of those.]
... you know I've been thinking of admitting that to you for a time, that I love you. I foolishly convinced myself it would be eh... overbearing. [a sort of snort like yeah, he's kind of an idiot sometimes if left to his own devices.]
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Now, 'borrowed' is fine, but this other thing— Palamedes doesn't point out that talking about their feelings isn't picking on him for borrowed blood at all, actually. But.]
Overbearing? You? Never. [Unless he has a handful of grapes in his pocket, ahem... Palamedes gives him a sideways look, eyebrows raised while that implication sinks in, then he laughs.] I thought we'd established that I like it when you're direct. You didn't have to worry about it.
[Well, he's a little relieved it wasn't fruit that pushed them into saying it; not that that would have spoiled the sentiment, not really. Still.]
Am I going to sound arrogant if I say I totally knew all along? You have a tell.
[he doesn't. it's just being sappy.]
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his lips quirk at that though, at 'direct.'] You are right, as you often are. I was likely trying to rationalize and irrational.
[because the being open and vulnerable thing is a work in progress he usually thinks he's doing quite well at, all things considered. reaching the lamp and he stops though, giving pal quite the look for that claim.]
I do not. What tell? [the nerve, truly. almost like being incredibly gay and all the incredibly romantic things they do are a tell.]
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When did you want to tell me? I must have been doing something impressive.
[You know, as if his phone call wasn't just in the middle of a serious conversation. It's fine, tell him the gossip about himself, he loves to hear it.]
And you do. You make this face, [he wiggles his fingers, A Face that is Made, this isn't purposely vague.] It's a dead giveaway.
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The last time was when I was telling you I had your back. [he answers that, smile small as he glances over. he tugs him to the lamp then poof, close to the docks. thanks lantern friend, you funky little monsters.] I often think it at small things, really. When you bend your glasses like a madman, for example. When you're concentrating on a book.
[gay. it's like he's in love. the not face gets a face of his own, the other thread mentioned it. the pal is saying/doing something ridiculous face.] That is not a face I make.
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That said,]
You're making the face right now. [is he. is that the face. or are there many faces, actually, because Palamedes is also in love, and that's just how these things go.] Come on, teach me something about the sea that isn't horrifying.
[It's up to Viktor to mediate Pal vs. Sea... Well, away they go to lunch, content, all things considered.]