[He really does want that serum, but it's also nerve-wracking... And besides, Mattias dying would do no good. He doesn't think about the way it pains him.]
It relieves me to hear that. Shall I have something for us to drink? Eat? I can only stare at all of this mapping work for so long.
[He's teasing, mostly. He has been working as hard as he could on his own!! Mattias will be pleased.]
Let me know if you run into more trouble. I'll see you soon.
[When Mattias does return, he'll find that Oren has indeed acquired all of the goods he'd promised. The alcohol sits neatly on the "main" table he'd cleared off, next to a new vase that carries one single flower. It's nothing beautiful, not from what Oren would describe, but it was so unique that he'd thought Mattias would enjoy it.
There's coffee brewing in the pot, and Oren is so buried in papers and books on the bed that he can't quite move to get up and greet him properly. Instead, he offers him a warm smile.]
[Despite his haste in leaving the planet, it does take him awhile to arrive. The plants he'd picked up had to be stored and preserved, after all. So he comes through Oren's door late and frazzled, holding the bouquet of face-flowers he had previously mentioned.
He instantly neglects them once he sees Oren's single choice.
Throwing the bouquet on the table beside Oren, he rushes to the main table forgoing the alcohol and food for the flower. He cups its petals in his hands and marvels at it.]
It's beautiful! [Turning back to Oren:] Did you get it's name?
[The flower is a little too monstrous for his tastes... but it's amusing to watch Mattias react. He picks up his bouquet, eyeing the flowers cautiously as he carefully moves things out of his way. It takes a minute, but all he forgets is the pencil behind his ear. He moves the flowers somewhere a little more careful for now, stepping over to Mattias.]
The Cleome Lungua. Most ignore the name and call it the sunset flower.
[He thought it would be extra appreciated for that. He ducks a little beside him, taking one of his hands in his. Scratches, but it looks like that's... mostly all.]
The sunset flower. [He whispers it, paying no mind to the hand Oren claims.] Cleome Lungua.
[Smiling, he presses a kiss against Oren's cheek and grabs the alcohol.] You spoil me.
[He pushes the alcohol into Oren's hands and pulls his hand away, making for the bathroom.] Get the drinks ready. I'm going to pirate your bath. I'm vile.
[Little ass. It's a long and torturous hour indeed, but at least he's able to set up the monkey flowers around the sunset flower in a nice arrangement. He even clears the work from the bed, setting it elsewhere and readying the glasses for their alcohol. The coffee is ready but only he gets to drink it warm, and so by the time Mattias calls, he feels glad that he set him up in this way.]
Why don't you put it on? I got it for you, my dear Messiah.
Why don't I put it on? [He laughs and it rings dully through the door.] It barely fits! It's practically a tunic for how long it is! Did you grow fond of my off-the-shoulder look? This seems to be inspired by it.
I'm very fond of it, in fact. There was no growing involved.
[He loved it from the moment he saw it. He steps closer, now, until he's leaning against the wall beside the door.]
Come, now. I'd wear anything you requested of me, so why not share this favor? That's a promise, for the future. [He thinks he'll have more requests than Mattias.] Let me see you in it.
[There's a long moment of deliberation before he sighs.]
Fine. Solely for all your hard work tonight.
[A couple more minutes and the door opens. Mattias was generous with it's length. The sweater barely covers his rear, though one sleeve does slope off generously. His hair is down, curlier now that it's wet. He tucks some of it behind his ear.
Overall, it'd be an attractive sight if the arms and legs shown weren't scarred with cuts. They're largely shallow, though there are a few deeper ones on his arms. ]
[At once, he steps forward, hands moving to touch at Mattias' waist as he spins around him. It's a half circle that brings him to his front, standing far too close-- or just close enough? He smiles as he looks up at him, though his eyes eventually wander down. And as fingertips brush down to the ends of the sweater, Oren is forced to take a step back.]
Aside from how scratched up you've managed to get, that is. Come.
[Reaching forward, he takes Mattias' hand and guides him to the bed, setting him down and pouring out their alcohol before shoving a glass his way.
Once that's been passed off, he's moving across the room for the medkit, shuffling through it for what he needs. The cuts are likely all cleaned now, but he aims to bandage to bigger ones and see what smaller ones might need ointment or a small bandage for themselves.]
Your legs, and your shoulders. [He says it out of nowhere while his back is still turned to Mattias, gathering bandages.] They're favorites of mine, and this accents them.
[Mattias watches Oren's fingers with baited breath, his own hands settling on Oren's hips before he turns away. With a short outcry, he follows Oren to the bed. He's only placated when the alcohol is shoved his way, sipping at it while watching Oren meander about.
Goddess, he's got a wonderful ass.]
I'm flattered. But tell me, what accents do you speak of? The cuts? Or this poor excuse for coverage?
[While Oren's not looking, he raises the hem of the sweater, showing just what he means.]
Do you truly believe I'd oggle your wounds? It's the length, certainly. You look good.
[He turns, supplies in his hands as he approaches. Eyes the length of his sweater and sits beside him, knees shifting up on the bed with him.]
Aside from the scratches. Come, let me see the worst ones first. [He reaches out, taking his free hand in his. It's a tender touch that has him walking fingertips up along the length of his arm, ending only at the first deeper cut and beginning his work at that.]
[He smiles at the compliment, sitting up straighter and brushing aside a lock of hair. His eyes don't leave Oren's fingers as they traipse up his arm and he laughs when Oren merely bandages it.]
You're an awful tease.
[It's the only comment he makes, entranced by Oren's work. It's only after he's halfway done that he smiles again.]
I do wonder where you learned this. It seems far from a prince's knowledge.
[Taking an hour for cleaning, honestly. He smiles though as he looks down, continuing his work a little more carefully. Mattias' question brings up plenty of old memories that both make him smile and twist in his gut, but he chooses his words carefully.]
Caravans. Since I was a child, I'd go on many, leading them once I was old enough. You'd be surprised of a Prince's knowledge.
[He repeats it like it's difficult for him to think of anything, backing off from the pride of his earlier comment and falling into an almost bashful humbleness. He finishes that bandage, patting it to indicate his finish and reaching across for the next.]
Survival skills, perhaps? I suppose those paid off well enough. Ah, but my combat! [He brightens the slightest bit with a small laugh.]
I knew well enough to hold a record over Ahl. We'd each train, and we'd practice together. She was absolutely furious at each of my victories. I'd knock her over, and she'd be up in an instant to try and shove me over myself.
I can't tell you how many of our bouts ended in wrestling.
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Date: 2015-05-19 06:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-05-19 06:10 am (UTC)Although, if you're truly so worried I could come back later. I suppose.
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Date: 2015-05-19 06:15 am (UTC)Very well, I'll head back.
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Date: 2015-05-19 06:24 am (UTC)It relieves me to hear that. Shall I have something for us to drink? Eat? I can only stare at all of this mapping work for so long.
[He's teasing, mostly. He has been working as hard as he could on his own!! Mattias will be pleased.]
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Date: 2015-05-19 06:36 am (UTC)[That's... cute.]
Get us some alcohol. And coffee. Oh, and that stuff we got three days ago. You remember that?
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Date: 2015-05-19 06:41 am (UTC)"That stuff," though, how vague. Luckily, I do know just what you're speaking of. I'll have it all prepared for you, my dear Mattias.
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Date: 2015-05-19 06:42 am (UTC)I'll return with haste.
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Date: 2015-05-19 06:56 am (UTC)[When Mattias does return, he'll find that Oren has indeed acquired all of the goods he'd promised. The alcohol sits neatly on the "main" table he'd cleared off, next to a new vase that carries one single flower. It's nothing beautiful, not from what Oren would describe, but it was so unique that he'd thought Mattias would enjoy it.
There's coffee brewing in the pot, and Oren is so buried in papers and books on the bed that he can't quite move to get up and greet him properly. Instead, he offers him a warm smile.]
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Date: 2015-05-19 07:12 am (UTC)He instantly neglects them once he sees Oren's single choice.
Throwing the bouquet on the table beside Oren, he rushes to the main table forgoing the alcohol and food for the flower. He cups its petals in his hands and marvels at it.]
It's beautiful! [Turning back to Oren:] Did you get it's name?
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Date: 2015-05-19 07:30 am (UTC)The Cleome Lungua. Most ignore the name and call it the sunset flower.
[He thought it would be extra appreciated for that. He ducks a little beside him, taking one of his hands in his. Scratches, but it looks like that's... mostly all.]
You were sloppy.
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Date: 2015-05-19 07:41 am (UTC)[Smiling, he presses a kiss against Oren's cheek and grabs the alcohol.] You spoil me.
[He pushes the alcohol into Oren's hands and pulls his hand away, making for the bathroom.] Get the drinks ready. I'm going to pirate your bath. I'm vile.
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Date: 2015-05-19 07:47 am (UTC)[He laughs, though, taking the alcohol and standing straight as he eyes Mattias.]
Don't keep me waiting too long or I'll begin without you. [He won't, but.]
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Date: 2015-05-19 07:51 am (UTC)I'll be sure to make it as long and torturous as possible!
[He's true to his word, taking a full hour before he calls again, muffled from behind the bathroom door.]
Oren? Where are the towels? Why is there only this sweater here?
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Date: 2015-05-19 07:56 am (UTC)Why don't you put it on? I got it for you, my dear Messiah.
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Date: 2015-05-19 07:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-05-19 08:02 am (UTC)[He loved it from the moment he saw it. He steps closer, now, until he's leaning against the wall beside the door.]
Come, now. I'd wear anything you requested of me, so why not share this favor? That's a promise, for the future. [He thinks he'll have more requests than Mattias.] Let me see you in it.
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Date: 2015-05-19 08:07 am (UTC)Fine. Solely for all your hard work tonight.
[A couple more minutes and the door opens. Mattias was generous with it's length. The sweater barely covers his rear, though one sleeve does slope off generously. His hair is down, curlier now that it's wet. He tucks some of it behind his ear.
Overall, it'd be an attractive sight if the arms and legs shown weren't scarred with cuts. They're largely shallow, though there are a few deeper ones on his arms. ]
Are you pleased?
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Date: 2015-05-19 08:13 am (UTC)[At once, he steps forward, hands moving to touch at Mattias' waist as he spins around him. It's a half circle that brings him to his front, standing far too close-- or just close enough? He smiles as he looks up at him, though his eyes eventually wander down. And as fingertips brush down to the ends of the sweater, Oren is forced to take a step back.]
Aside from how scratched up you've managed to get, that is. Come.
[Reaching forward, he takes Mattias' hand and guides him to the bed, setting him down and pouring out their alcohol before shoving a glass his way.
Once that's been passed off, he's moving across the room for the medkit, shuffling through it for what he needs. The cuts are likely all cleaned now, but he aims to bandage to bigger ones and see what smaller ones might need ointment or a small bandage for themselves.]
Your legs, and your shoulders. [He says it out of nowhere while his back is still turned to Mattias, gathering bandages.] They're favorites of mine, and this accents them.
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Date: 2015-05-20 04:46 am (UTC)Goddess, he's got a wonderful ass.]
I'm flattered. But tell me, what accents do you speak of? The cuts? Or this poor excuse for coverage?
[While Oren's not looking, he raises the hem of the sweater, showing just what he means.]
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Date: 2015-05-20 05:07 am (UTC)[He turns, supplies in his hands as he approaches. Eyes the length of his sweater and sits beside him, knees shifting up on the bed with him.]
Aside from the scratches. Come, let me see the worst ones first. [He reaches out, taking his free hand in his. It's a tender touch that has him walking fingertips up along the length of his arm, ending only at the first deeper cut and beginning his work at that.]
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Date: 2015-05-20 05:36 am (UTC)You're an awful tease.
[It's the only comment he makes, entranced by Oren's work. It's only after he's halfway done that he smiles again.]
I do wonder where you learned this. It seems far from a prince's knowledge.
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Date: 2015-05-20 05:45 am (UTC)[Taking an hour for cleaning, honestly. He smiles though as he looks down, continuing his work a little more carefully. Mattias' question brings up plenty of old memories that both make him smile and twist in his gut, but he chooses his words carefully.]
Caravans. Since I was a child, I'd go on many, leading them once I was old enough. You'd be surprised of a Prince's knowledge.
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Date: 2015-05-20 05:53 am (UTC)[Small as Oren's smile is, it delights him. Stirs a warmth in him that makes him want to move close, lean against him.]
What else does the Prince know?
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Date: 2015-05-20 06:10 am (UTC)[He repeats it like it's difficult for him to think of anything, backing off from the pride of his earlier comment and falling into an almost bashful humbleness. He finishes that bandage, patting it to indicate his finish and reaching across for the next.]
Survival skills, perhaps? I suppose those paid off well enough. Ah, but my combat! [He brightens the slightest bit with a small laugh.]
I knew well enough to hold a record over Ahl. We'd each train, and we'd practice together. She was absolutely furious at each of my victories. I'd knock her over, and she'd be up in an instant to try and shove me over myself.
I can't tell you how many of our bouts ended in wrestling.
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