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 Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 10:39 pm
It was all Kian could do not to trip on that too long trek to the car. He clutched when he could, once graceful, and he all but fell into the car. Seat belt unimportant, Kian slumped, eyes hooded over bright eyes, glassy in their pain. He didn't even notice the start of the vehicle, the movement of it, instead concentrating on the dark hand in his own.
Fingers and thumbs rubbed and pressed against the thin contours of Autsus hand, a slow rub of muscle and bone. He had done such things before when it had come to taunt knots in shoulders or lower back - once, a contraction, a 'charlie horse', in Autsus upper thigh. His companion always returned the favor. The sensation was not new and original, but the underlying tension was. At least in the past there had been sex before, hot and hoarse and fast. The sex sometimes came after in slow curls and languid kisses, but that was rare.
No, the high-rolling tension and angst of the moment gave way to the realization that there was to be no sex (at least not at that very moment). It had become nerves and upset that had him massaging Autsus arm as if it were a worry stone. The warmth and strength of Autsus hand had become enough stability for him in the moment of brief panic.
"When on my orders or behalf, all deaths are my fault." Kian pulled one of his legs up, the soles of his shoe scraped up against the cloth. "If you were to die under my word, it would be my fault. My blame, proud or not. I'm proud of her. I would be moreso if she were alive.
"I would prefer her an infant, here, than an adult and dead."
A squeeze at his hand and one of Kians rose up, his body leaned, and those fingers laid themselves against the smooth curve of Autsus steering wheel. He recognized the route they took. He didn't want it. Didn't want there. "Not to the Unit." Inwardly, Kian winced. His voice was sharp. He hadn't meant it to be. It softened, slightly. "Out of here. Out somewhere. Forest, ocean, just. Not here. We need to get out."
Out would be good.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 6:41 pm
Autsu did not press the point, did not press any of his points. Enough that he had mentioned that Kian's mother was worthy of some admiration. Kian's guilt was not something he knew how to assuage, and as someone who lived with irrational guilt of his own, it would be somewhat hypocritical to make such an attempt.
He drove. He let Kian keep his hand. Normally, the touch would be a pleasant thing, but this was different. Kian was reaching out for strength, and he was offering what he could. It did not register as pleasant so much as it did as necessary, a manifestation of his devotion to his ally.
When the route he was taking was recognized and refused, Autsu nodded, turning in a new direction at the first light they hit. He was not sure of where any 'somewheres' existed, but if Kian wanted the wilds, then Autsu would find them for him. He knew, at least directionally, which way the ocean lay, and so simply drove toward it, knowing that they'd reach it, if not soon, then in time.
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And they did. The route they took was not, clearly, the most popular. Perhaps that's why when they broke through a wooded treeline onto a stretch of rocky coast, there was no evidence of other visitors. There was, however, an apparently abandoned fishing shack, which, after Autsu broke the lock, proved to still have some basic amenities. A bed, anyway, and what looked to be some very old fishing supplies. It was chilly inside, and everything was coated. It would do.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 7:33 pm
By the time they got very far, Kian was curled into a half-fetal position and asleep. Autsus hand was captive within softened fingers, held against Kians chest and covered by loose hair. He slept with the look of someone without any pain or fear or hate, lying as he did so. Had Autsu tried to remove his hand, he would have clutched and probably cut before jerking awake.
Luckily, the car stopping woke him before Autsu attempted anything so foolish. His hands flexed before release, eyes opening. Autsu broke the door shortly after. Kian was out of the car.
He followed after him to the dust entrenched cabin and... There was a certain amount of ease to him, now. The crying had been done and he had been displaced from the situation. The aliens shoulders were actually lax against the background of the shack.
For a long moment, Kian said nothing. All three eyes snaked about that cabin to finally land on the bed. Without a word, he strode to it and begin to strip the sheets from it. Cover, sheet, comforter. Two to be aired out, the other to be used for more useful things.
"Do you remember how to use the sling?" He was sure Autsu had his guns on him, he always did, but they were to be used for defense, not for hunting. Kian had... Nothing. He had packed nothing, not even a knife. Autsu was lucky he had found the man clothed, let alone armed. That spurred on his next comment even as he headed towards the exit. "And do you have a knife on you?"
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