[ okay, so much for being peaceful. He stumbles from recovery of being pushed aside, watching the two carefully as he picks up two large bottles of booze from the table behind him. Mattias is lifted, and Oren is already moving forward, chucking the first bottle up to hit the one acting as barrier in the face.
It's a commotion now, loud even over the music, but he ducks and twists past the first to view the second. ]
You know, I'd have preferred to talk our way out of this. Yet you're both so stubborn-- watch yourself, Mattias!
[ it's the one warning he gives as he smashes the bottle as high up on this ones back as he can manage. No reaction-- but as he turns, he shoves the jagged remains from the spout into his stomach,, ducking at the swing of his free arm. ]
Stubborn giant! [ in one last movement, he snatches a lighter he spots nearby and sets them ablaze, shielding his face as they flail and swing at him. Overall, sloppy-- but it should serve a helpful distraction. ]
[It's honestly more violent than he expected. Not that he'll protest. Oren serves as a wonderful distraction for the aliens' anger; the one holding Mattias releases him without much thought, dropping him unceremoniously on the ground. It's moments like these that Mattias is glad he can't feel anything. The fall does nothing to stall his time and soon enough he's on his feet, dashing back to their seats to grab their bag before returning. They're pommeling Oren now but they're too close. Hitting blind due to the fire. The bar smells like burning flesh and it nearly makes him nostalgic but now's not the time. Squeezing between the beasts, he grabs Oren's hand and pulls him through the gap of their bodies, throwing a protective arm around him when he's at his side.]
Come. [He mutters as the aliens break another table in a blind rage. Guests shriek and a helpful amount flee. Mattias and Oren blend in with them perfectly.
Without any other harm they make it to the street where Mattias forces Oren down on a bench. Tossing the troublesome pet aside, he cups his face.] Let me see you.
[ he's bleeding from a few spots on his face from scratches made by glass-- his forehead, his cheek, a couple on his neck. His arms too are marked up, slight until his right hand where it's particularly bad. His own doing. Surprisingly, the burn marks are few in number.
With how large they were, it's a lucky escape. But Oren looks beyond angry, staring at Mattias for a good few seconds before he raises his hands to touch his. ]
We didn't finish our drinks. [ this is what's at the forefront of his mind after that. Mattias didn't get to have his whole glowing galaxy. He'd PLANNED for this damn it! ]
[Mattias gawks at him. With all the bruises, all the cuts, he must be in pain. There's surely enough here to merit a visit to a clinic, if not a hospital. And yet the first thing that come to his mind is—]
Drinks? [Mattias laughs in shock, stepping back a moment before kneeling in front of him.] Oren. [He's laughing still, a bit more genuine.] Drinks are temporary. Your face is permanent. We can pick something up on the way back to—[to where? His room? Was that where this was all leading? Was this all part of some master plan? Mattias' chest tightens at the thought, smile faltering. The clinics would all cost money. A fortune, based on the prices all around. They wouldn't be able to afford it. There was the med lab back on the ship but that would only cause questions. Felix would know. Judge. Cause a fuss along with everyone else. Any other ship just felt... wrong.
They didn't really have choice.
He swallows tightly, stretching his smile back over his own nervousness.]—back to my room.
[If there's any plan going through Oren's head, he does well not to show it. He's busy pulling his hands back to himself with a slight wince, trying to pinch out some of the smaller bits of glass that have wedged themselves into skin. It's plenty painful, but he looks up at the clear falter.
Was he hesitant to bring him back to his room?
That rings hurtful more than it should, and sets off anger about as much as he expects. But he doesn't let it show on his face, glancing back down to his hand instead.]
Those drinks can't be found just anywhere, you realize. The first taste is great, but it's not until the third that you're truly sold.
[He stands, glancing down at Mattias.] Don't look so worried. My face doesn't look so bad, does it? [He can't tell with the stinging, and he raises a hand to touch fingertips to it lightly. Quietly, he speaks a few more purposeful words.] I wouldn't wish to burden you.
[He sighs, pushing up off the ground and swatting at Oren's hands.]
Don't touch it. And—[He pauses. Takes a moment to wet his lips, glancing downwards.] And don't speak so foolishly. My room is nearby. I've got a medical kit there. It'll be cheaper than scouting a clinic. Come.
[Taking him by the elbow, he leads him on, escorting him through streets and alleys until finally he ends up at a humble building wedged between two neon signs. Goading him indoors, he'll lead him to the fourth floor by stair (elevators unnerved him) and down the hallway to the last room on the right. There's a single window inside, looking out over a couple of dumpsters and a broken fire escape. But at least there's no neon signs. Mattias seems to have made himself at home here, with everything tucked away save for a few scraps of parchment and a waiter's uniform hung and pressed on the closet door.
He guides Oren in and gestures to the single chair at the far end of the room before sliding into the bathroom and washing his hands.]
[An apartment like this hardly seems fitting for the Messiah, but Oren can't find himself too surprised by it, either. He was predictably shallow and needy in some ways, and amazingly humble in others, from what he could tell, and this fit right along with that.
He stays silent for the walk through the building, but his eyes do lock onto that uniform as they pass. Slowly, he turns to sit in the chair (it's hard and uncomfortable), holding out his arms to inspect himself for any additional glass bits as Mattias washes.]
Those men grew quite upset for no good reason. Distasteful... Who would care to spend an evening with them? [NOT HIM THAT'S FOR SURE. And not Mattias either, he decides for him.]
[There's a light laugh as Mattias walks out from the bathroom, still drying his hands with a towel.]
A night would have been generous. I believe they wanted me in a bathroom stall. [He laughs again, this time in disbelief, pulling a med kit out of the closet and grabbing a plastic cup from a shelf. Shaking his head, he sits on the edge of the bed, opening the kit and taking out a pair of tweezers, a magnifying glass, rubbing alcohol and a cloth.]
You know, I think I'm starting to become attractive here? Rarely was I so popular back home. Here—[He lets out a low whistle, wiping down the tweezers with the alcohol. The magnifying glass he leaves to the side for now, taking Oren's hand and plucking out the most blatant offenders. They rattle against the plastic cup.]
I get attention at work, too. [He laughs, dropping another shard into the cup.] They seem to think a hefty tip will get me into their bed!
[The more Mattias goes on, the more Oren feels uncomfortable. First, to think of Mattias gaining so many interested faces while he struggled for it within the fleet was irritating. He got a handful of compliments or invitations at the bars around here, but the number was tiny compared to what he was used to.
And somehow, the idea of so many eyes pointed at Mattias was completely infuriating. No one cared, not until he'd taken him under his wing.
His expression could be mistaken for a wince, really (and half of the time, it parts into one), but he's actually just annoyed.]
It sounds like you're enjoying it. Was all of Renacht not enough for you?
[It's a light tease tainted with jealousy shown in the way he smiles; it's thin, a little forced, and he glances away as Mattias works at his hand.]
It's not as if they can be blamed, if you're wearing a uniform like that.
[He chuckles. Slight as it may be, Oren's jealousy is obvious to a man who's been by his side for three months.]
Oh, come off it. You're doing nothing but giving your god a meal. [It feels good to joke about it freely. There's nothing to hide anymore. One less weight for his shoulders.] It's as you said, it's the clothing doing all the work. Strip down a bit, let them see those tight pants of yours, and I'm certain you'd have offers every ten feet.
[Another piece of glass clatters.] You're far more attractive than me.
[His hand twitches a bit at the sting of it, but he bites back any vocal response from the attention. Instead, he chuckles low, shaking his head as he leans a little closer.]
I've a uniform myself, you know. I only just started yesterday.
[But he's well aware of what he can do with it. How to draw attention. It's not enough. He wants it with a lack of effort.] You should know that attraction isn't something that can be compared so easily. If you'd like to try, perhaps you should look at your own heart.
[He touches his own with his free hand, watching Mattias' eyes for a moment before he sits back and looks away. Again, fighting off thoughts, feeding his god, as he put it. (It's a relief to hear that joking for him, as well.)]
Oren. [He breathes out a laugh, stopping his ministrations for now and meeting his eyes. He wants to touch him, rest a hand against his cheek, but he fights it off.] Has your beating made you sentimental?
[He picks up the tweezers again, moving on to more delicate shards.] The only heart people see is what you let slip on that handsome face of yours. Attraction that deep takes time. It all starts with some shallow thing. Your face, your chest, your ass, your legs. Something has to draw them in. Rarely is it ever personality.
[These smaller shards take longer to get a grasp of. His pauses between words grows larger as he fishes for a hold.] Besides, my own heart's done me few favors. [He chuckles.] Ordinarily, it's what drives people away.
[He's wrong. About him being sentimental, about people not seeing heart first, about his own heart doing him few favors. What were all of these people falling for now, then? There were many ways to get someone to like you. Naturally, or with various formulas.
Little things mattered. Facing someone directly, leaning in when they spoke, keeping eye contact, touching them affectionately in small ways. Small gestures that meant things to the other party, like holding open doors, or bringing them coffee. It was second nature.
He knew how to do it, but there were barriers in his way. Perhaps that was what annoyed him. Here he was, stuck on Mattias, caring far too much about him despite all of the same things that would infuriate him continuing to appear. Bad news about his own goals back home had him worried, not sure if he held enough hope to continue on, but too desperate to turn it away.
His mind was a mess. He was breaking, and even he was recognizing it.
This long pause is spent just staring at Mattias working, expression flicking into brief winces that he wipes away quickly.]
Well, I am still here. [He looks upwards, trying to catch his eyes again. Another callback, this time to just earlier today.]
[He smiles, but it's thin. Cryptic in what it shows. He doesn't look up as he speaks.]
Surprisingly. You are unexpectedly stubborn. [Much as he wishes otherwise, he's not displeased by that. It's not something he's proud of.
Still, he's tempted to ask what brings him back. What part appeals, what aspects ensnare. Wants to hear why he's so adamant about this relationship continuing, despite sounding so disgusted a mere month ago.] I do hope it's more than the sex.
[That gets a dry laugh, cut short by a sharp intake of breath at another stinging in his hand. It's short, quiet, and he moves on smoothly, leaning in closer once more.]
You should know me by now, Mattias. There are much easier ways to find someone to bed.
[Though Mattias is different. Times with him are different. Infuriating in how he mimics, yet flattering. Promising. Caring. His lips curl up into a smile that has more light in it compared to the last few. He's loosening up, parting his jealousy for this.]
It's your company. [He has a feeling that if he said his heart, the meaning might be taken more grimly.] Your smile. Am I to be blamed for missing days like this?
[He looks down, shoulders sagging just enough to be noticeable.]
You tell me that I must convince you in ways beyond words, and then dig around questions like this? You're awfully cruel, aren't you?
I wasn't searching for compliments. [But he's blushing, standing up from his seat to try and hide it. He uses the excuse of throwing away the glass shards he has collected, hovering near the bin, one hand tucked behind his ear. Fixing his hair, shoulders bunched, trying to convince himself that this is part of Oren's game.
But he wanted it, didn't he? How many nights had he counted the reasons he should begin it again? How many ways had he conjured to beg for forgiveness? Now Oren was practically presenting himself on bended knee and he couldn't accept it. Even if Oren was handing him all the things he had ever desired.
He takes a deep breath. Closes his eyes. Steels himself and fixes his expression in place as he turns around.] And if I recall, none of our days were spent like this. I believe defending my honor is a first for you.
[He's taking off his tunic now, draping it on the bed before sitting back down. It feels easier to breathe, this way, though he still feels short of breath whenever Oren's eyes fall upon him.] What compelled you to take them on?
[He reads his movements. The standing and moving around as fidgeting, the removal of his tunic as opening up (as slight as it is). They're hopeful signs against Mattias' constant rejection and ignoring lately.
It's the fact that he feels so close that compels him to continue, he thinks. There's a clear wall between them, but it feels thin, or see-through, like he can step past it at any moment. And the tension in the air when they're together is too much to ignore. How could he? It's electric. Pulling, willing him closer with every look.
He's got his own pull in his eyes every time he looks at Mattias, and he's not bothering to look away in here nearly as much as he had in the shops. He was closer with every smile. It felt as if he could reach out, just touch it--
He doesn't, of course. He watches, uncurling the fingers of his other hand from his leg.]
You must be joking. Did you expect that I'd let those beasts carry you away? They made you look small in comparison! [He shakes his head with a soft laugh.] To be quite honest, I wasn't thinking much other than how to get them to put you down.
A bit of heroism, I can expect. [He does his best to keep his eyes trained away from him, completely aware of the way Oren stares. It does nothing but heat his cheeks again, make him smile. He picks another shard of glass from his hand.]
But breaking bottles and setting monsters on fire? [He chuckles, tilting his head.] As I said, you've become more creative.
[With one last clatter, he pulls the last shard out, turning Oren's hand over to check for any he's missed. When he finds none, he holds Oren's arm with both hands.] This might hurt. [And squeezes, letting the blood well and wash over the cuts, freeing any small remains of glass. He watches as it drips onto the floor with slight dismay.] I'll have to clean that up...
[Later, though. For now, he stands and gets a wet cloth from the bathroom to wash up the blood on his arm.]
[Another hiss slides from his lips before he can say anything particularly witty, and he can only stare as his blood drips on the floor. Ah. That's unfortunate... But perhaps in a room like this, they won't take notice.
Belatedly, he hums in thought.]
Creative? Perhaps, but I wish my creativity had extended to something a little less painful. [A pause as he eyes the spot on the floor.] Or messy.
[Honestly. But a thought strikes him, and he looks up and across at Mattias, suddenly deeply curious.]
This isn't an every day event for you at your job, now, is it?
What? [He wipes his arm down in full strokes, turning it slowly as he works.] Patching up a beaten man or being crudely handled?
[It's a joke that he smirks at, knowing full well which Oren is referring to.] I've only been working a few days. A couple have flirted, a few took it farther. Only one or two have touched.
[He laughs, shaking his head.] You know, I believe they might think me demure? Perhaps that's the appeal.
[He gives Mattias a flat look at the joke, leaning back as much as he can in this chair as Mattias helps with his arm. He can't help it-- he closes his eyes for a moment, letting that be his escape from having to worry about revealing less than pleasant expressions.]
Demure? So they're not aware of how eager you can get. [Though they may be even more interested in that, he thinks, and his mouth straightens a little further.]
What do you think, shall I break bottles over their heads as well?
I do try to act professional, Oren. [With his arm mostly clean, he sets the cloth down. Picks up a new, fresh one and dabs at the cuts on his hand and arm, washing them clean before dabbing at them with the alcohol. Light as his touches are, they're lingering, dwelling as long as they can without much notice.] And I don't recall you ever being so possessive. Is this a new side of you or simply one I've yet to see?
[The touches are nice, and he hopes that each one lasts longer, right up until the fresh sting of alcohol. One particularly sensitive area gains enough of a reaction for him to react vocally, opening his eyes and sitting up a bit as well.]
Ow. I've had enough of that part, is it nearly finished?
[Mostly it's an excuse to avoid answering the question for now, but as he lets the few seconds pass, he waves his free hand in a vague gesture.]
I wouldn't call it possessive. Would you stand by and allow a friend to be harassed?
Not by far. [He mutters in response to the first question, gripping Oren's arm with his free hand so he can't squirm away. When all is disinfected, he draws back and pulls out the bandages and wrapping materials, setting to work on covering Oren's hand.]
There are other ways to stop such harassment. For you to take such a violent method is... unique. I would have thought your silver tongue would have saved me. Skilled as it is, I doubted language would be a barrier.
[He glances up with the coyest smirk.] Clearly, I was mistaken.
[He doesn't mind the bandaging. It's less painful than the rest, and Mattias continues to touch him. It's soothing, in a way. Comforting. But that look and those comments light something inside-- another chance for playfulness.]
Do not misunderstand, my dear Mattias. There's nothing my silver tongue can't put to ease. But time is important when using such a method. [He lets that sink in just long enough, raising his own gaze with a small smile.]
Should I have left you to be amazed between his groping? This was the best choice.
[...Okay, not to mention that one of them shoved him and it really pissed him off. That, their attitudes, the way they used their height to their advantage... They were cocky.]
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Date: 2015-05-06 08:43 pm (UTC)It's a commotion now, loud even over the music, but he ducks and twists past the first to view the second. ]
You know, I'd have preferred to talk our way out of this. Yet you're both so stubborn-- watch yourself, Mattias!
[ it's the one warning he gives as he smashes the bottle as high up on this ones back as he can manage. No reaction-- but as he turns, he shoves the jagged remains from the spout into his stomach,, ducking at the swing of his free arm. ]
Stubborn giant! [ in one last movement, he snatches a lighter he spots nearby and sets them ablaze, shielding his face as they flail and swing at him. Overall, sloppy-- but it should serve a helpful distraction. ]
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Date: 2015-05-06 08:52 pm (UTC)Come. [He mutters as the aliens break another table in a blind rage. Guests shriek and a helpful amount flee. Mattias and Oren blend in with them perfectly.
Without any other harm they make it to the street where Mattias forces Oren down on a bench. Tossing the troublesome pet aside, he cups his face.] Let me see you.
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Date: 2015-05-06 09:04 pm (UTC)With how large they were, it's a lucky escape. But Oren looks beyond angry, staring at Mattias for a good few seconds before he raises his hands to touch his. ]
We didn't finish our drinks. [ this is what's at the forefront of his mind after that. Mattias didn't get to have his whole glowing galaxy. He'd PLANNED for this damn it! ]
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Date: 2015-05-06 09:14 pm (UTC)Drinks? [Mattias laughs in shock, stepping back a moment before kneeling in front of him.] Oren. [He's laughing still, a bit more genuine.] Drinks are temporary. Your face is permanent. We can pick something up on the way back to—[to where? His room? Was that where this was all leading? Was this all part of some master plan? Mattias' chest tightens at the thought, smile faltering. The clinics would all cost money. A fortune, based on the prices all around. They wouldn't be able to afford it. There was the med lab back on the ship but that would only cause questions. Felix would know. Judge. Cause a fuss along with everyone else. Any other ship just felt... wrong.
They didn't really have choice.
He swallows tightly, stretching his smile back over his own nervousness.]—back to my room.
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Date: 2015-05-07 02:47 am (UTC)Was he hesitant to bring him back to his room?
That rings hurtful more than it should, and sets off anger about as much as he expects. But he doesn't let it show on his face, glancing back down to his hand instead.]
Those drinks can't be found just anywhere, you realize. The first taste is great, but it's not until the third that you're truly sold.
[He stands, glancing down at Mattias.] Don't look so worried. My face doesn't look so bad, does it? [He can't tell with the stinging, and he raises a hand to touch fingertips to it lightly. Quietly, he speaks a few more purposeful words.] I wouldn't wish to burden you.
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Date: 2015-05-07 03:18 am (UTC)Don't touch it. And—[He pauses. Takes a moment to wet his lips, glancing downwards.] And don't speak so foolishly. My room is nearby. I've got a medical kit there. It'll be cheaper than scouting a clinic. Come.
[Taking him by the elbow, he leads him on, escorting him through streets and alleys until finally he ends up at a humble building wedged between two neon signs. Goading him indoors, he'll lead him to the fourth floor by stair (elevators unnerved him) and down the hallway to the last room on the right. There's a single window inside, looking out over a couple of dumpsters and a broken fire escape. But at least there's no neon signs. Mattias seems to have made himself at home here, with everything tucked away save for a few scraps of parchment and a waiter's uniform hung and pressed on the closet door.
He guides Oren in and gestures to the single chair at the far end of the room before sliding into the bathroom and washing his hands.]
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Date: 2015-05-07 03:26 am (UTC)He stays silent for the walk through the building, but his eyes do lock onto that uniform as they pass. Slowly, he turns to sit in the chair (it's hard and uncomfortable), holding out his arms to inspect himself for any additional glass bits as Mattias washes.]
Those men grew quite upset for no good reason. Distasteful... Who would care to spend an evening with them? [NOT HIM THAT'S FOR SURE. And not Mattias either, he decides for him.]
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Date: 2015-05-07 03:43 am (UTC)A night would have been generous. I believe they wanted me in a bathroom stall. [He laughs again, this time in disbelief, pulling a med kit out of the closet and grabbing a plastic cup from a shelf. Shaking his head, he sits on the edge of the bed, opening the kit and taking out a pair of tweezers, a magnifying glass, rubbing alcohol and a cloth.]
You know, I think I'm starting to become attractive here? Rarely was I so popular back home. Here—[He lets out a low whistle, wiping down the tweezers with the alcohol. The magnifying glass he leaves to the side for now, taking Oren's hand and plucking out the most blatant offenders. They rattle against the plastic cup.]
I get attention at work, too. [He laughs, dropping another shard into the cup.] They seem to think a hefty tip will get me into their bed!
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Date: 2015-05-07 03:54 am (UTC)And somehow, the idea of so many eyes pointed at Mattias was completely infuriating. No one cared, not until he'd taken him under his wing.
His expression could be mistaken for a wince, really (and half of the time, it parts into one), but he's actually just annoyed.]
It sounds like you're enjoying it. Was all of Renacht not enough for you?
[It's a light tease tainted with jealousy shown in the way he smiles; it's thin, a little forced, and he glances away as Mattias works at his hand.]
It's not as if they can be blamed, if you're wearing a uniform like that.
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Date: 2015-05-07 04:10 am (UTC)Oh, come off it. You're doing nothing but giving your god a meal. [It feels good to joke about it freely. There's nothing to hide anymore. One less weight for his shoulders.] It's as you said, it's the clothing doing all the work. Strip down a bit, let them see those tight pants of yours, and I'm certain you'd have offers every ten feet.
[Another piece of glass clatters.] You're far more attractive than me.
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Date: 2015-05-07 04:18 am (UTC)I've a uniform myself, you know. I only just started yesterday.
[But he's well aware of what he can do with it. How to draw attention. It's not enough. He wants it with a lack of effort.] You should know that attraction isn't something that can be compared so easily. If you'd like to try, perhaps you should look at your own heart.
[He touches his own with his free hand, watching Mattias' eyes for a moment before he sits back and looks away. Again, fighting off thoughts, feeding his god, as he put it. (It's a relief to hear that joking for him, as well.)]
I'm no fool. You have me beat.
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Date: 2015-05-07 05:44 am (UTC)[He picks up the tweezers again, moving on to more delicate shards.] The only heart people see is what you let slip on that handsome face of yours. Attraction that deep takes time. It all starts with some shallow thing. Your face, your chest, your ass, your legs. Something has to draw them in. Rarely is it ever personality.
[These smaller shards take longer to get a grasp of. His pauses between words grows larger as he fishes for a hold.] Besides, my own heart's done me few favors. [He chuckles.] Ordinarily, it's what drives people away.
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Date: 2015-05-07 05:53 am (UTC)[He's wrong. About him being sentimental, about people not seeing heart first, about his own heart doing him few favors. What were all of these people falling for now, then? There were many ways to get someone to like you. Naturally, or with various formulas.
Little things mattered. Facing someone directly, leaning in when they spoke, keeping eye contact, touching them affectionately in small ways. Small gestures that meant things to the other party, like holding open doors, or bringing them coffee. It was second nature.
He knew how to do it, but there were barriers in his way. Perhaps that was what annoyed him. Here he was, stuck on Mattias, caring far too much about him despite all of the same things that would infuriate him continuing to appear. Bad news about his own goals back home had him worried, not sure if he held enough hope to continue on, but too desperate to turn it away.
His mind was a mess. He was breaking, and even he was recognizing it.
This long pause is spent just staring at Mattias working, expression flicking into brief winces that he wipes away quickly.]
Well, I am still here. [He looks upwards, trying to catch his eyes again. Another callback, this time to just earlier today.]
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Date: 2015-05-07 06:12 am (UTC)Surprisingly. You are unexpectedly stubborn. [Much as he wishes otherwise, he's not displeased by that. It's not something he's proud of.
Still, he's tempted to ask what brings him back. What part appeals, what aspects ensnare. Wants to hear why he's so adamant about this relationship continuing, despite sounding so disgusted a mere month ago.] I do hope it's more than the sex.
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Date: 2015-05-07 06:22 am (UTC)You should know me by now, Mattias. There are much easier ways to find someone to bed.
[Though Mattias is different. Times with him are different. Infuriating in how he mimics, yet flattering. Promising. Caring. His lips curl up into a smile that has more light in it compared to the last few. He's loosening up, parting his jealousy for this.]
It's your company. [He has a feeling that if he said his heart, the meaning might be taken more grimly.] Your smile. Am I to be blamed for missing days like this?
[He looks down, shoulders sagging just enough to be noticeable.]
You tell me that I must convince you in ways beyond words, and then dig around questions like this? You're awfully cruel, aren't you?
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Date: 2015-05-07 06:35 am (UTC)But he wanted it, didn't he? How many nights had he counted the reasons he should begin it again? How many ways had he conjured to beg for forgiveness? Now Oren was practically presenting himself on bended knee and he couldn't accept it. Even if Oren was handing him all the things he had ever desired.
He takes a deep breath. Closes his eyes. Steels himself and fixes his expression in place as he turns around.] And if I recall, none of our days were spent like this. I believe defending my honor is a first for you.
[He's taking off his tunic now, draping it on the bed before sitting back down. It feels easier to breathe, this way, though he still feels short of breath whenever Oren's eyes fall upon him.] What compelled you to take them on?
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Date: 2015-05-07 06:46 am (UTC)It's the fact that he feels so close that compels him to continue, he thinks. There's a clear wall between them, but it feels thin, or see-through, like he can step past it at any moment. And the tension in the air when they're together is too much to ignore. How could he? It's electric. Pulling, willing him closer with every look.
He's got his own pull in his eyes every time he looks at Mattias, and he's not bothering to look away in here nearly as much as he had in the shops. He was closer with every smile. It felt as if he could reach out, just touch it--
He doesn't, of course. He watches, uncurling the fingers of his other hand from his leg.]
You must be joking. Did you expect that I'd let those beasts carry you away? They made you look small in comparison! [He shakes his head with a soft laugh.] To be quite honest, I wasn't thinking much other than how to get them to put you down.
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Date: 2015-05-07 07:01 am (UTC)But breaking bottles and setting monsters on fire? [He chuckles, tilting his head.] As I said, you've become more creative.
[With one last clatter, he pulls the last shard out, turning Oren's hand over to check for any he's missed. When he finds none, he holds Oren's arm with both hands.] This might hurt. [And squeezes, letting the blood well and wash over the cuts, freeing any small remains of glass. He watches as it drips onto the floor with slight dismay.] I'll have to clean that up...
[Later, though. For now, he stands and gets a wet cloth from the bathroom to wash up the blood on his arm.]
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Date: 2015-05-07 07:14 am (UTC)Belatedly, he hums in thought.]
Creative? Perhaps, but I wish my creativity had extended to something a little less painful. [A pause as he eyes the spot on the floor.] Or messy.
[Honestly. But a thought strikes him, and he looks up and across at Mattias, suddenly deeply curious.]
This isn't an every day event for you at your job, now, is it?
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Date: 2015-05-07 07:24 am (UTC)[It's a joke that he smirks at, knowing full well which Oren is referring to.] I've only been working a few days. A couple have flirted, a few took it farther. Only one or two have touched.
[He laughs, shaking his head.] You know, I believe they might think me demure? Perhaps that's the appeal.
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Date: 2015-05-07 07:30 am (UTC)Demure? So they're not aware of how eager you can get. [Though they may be even more interested in that, he thinks, and his mouth straightens a little further.]
What do you think, shall I break bottles over their heads as well?
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Date: 2015-05-07 07:46 am (UTC)Ow. I've had enough of that part, is it nearly finished?
[Mostly it's an excuse to avoid answering the question for now, but as he lets the few seconds pass, he waves his free hand in a vague gesture.]
I wouldn't call it possessive. Would you stand by and allow a friend to be harassed?
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Date: 2015-05-07 07:53 am (UTC)There are other ways to stop such harassment. For you to take such a violent method is... unique. I would have thought your silver tongue would have saved me. Skilled as it is, I doubted language would be a barrier.
[He glances up with the coyest smirk.] Clearly, I was mistaken.
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Date: 2015-05-07 07:58 am (UTC)Do not misunderstand, my dear Mattias. There's nothing my silver tongue can't put to ease. But time is important when using such a method. [He lets that sink in just long enough, raising his own gaze with a small smile.]
Should I have left you to be amazed between his groping? This was the best choice.
[...Okay, not to mention that one of them shoved him and it really pissed him off. That, their attitudes, the way they used their height to their advantage... They were cocky.]
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