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 Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 3:38 pm
Sige & Garrett
Time of Day :: Morning
Weather :: Sunny day with clear Skies
Where :: Garrett's Home
This...was the address, right?
Blue-green eyes glanced from the piece of paper to the house---well, house and generous stretch of land. The man had quickly written it down so he would not forget, and for the first time doubting himself in directions. It wasn't as Sige had exactly expected, the area beautiful and natural littered with a forest to one side and the house facing a stretch of a brilliant blue lake. It wasn't that Sige didn't think it fit Garrett-- the surprised thought not being malicious one bit but, he honestly hadn't expected the man to be this well off.
But he was here to see Garrett in any case, not make assumptions about anything. Sige wasn't a man to judge quickly and --he knew Garrett wasn't like any other. Yet that didn't stop him from being slightly conscious about this revelation though, somehow early childhood memories creeping up in his mind.
Slowly he walked up the tall gate, and let himself in, walking in the pathway till he came upon the door, lifting his hand up to knock. He was rather--nervous, anxious, excited--all of those feelings mixed up in his head. Sige had Arden at his side, still, trusting him more than before to not cause any trouble. The deer was almost full grown-- andwas becoming more behaved although still maintained that playfulness and idle curiosity. It would be a nice opportunity to check up on Garrett and have Arden interact more with Aravel although, admittedly it was a visit that he wished to have privately with Garrett. He had waited enough, remembering the man's touch and taste so, so clearly. Yes he had seen Garrett sometimes on the streets, the fleeting greetings and stolen kisses felt like heaven to him yet for once in his life he selfishly wanted more.
He waited, already smiling to himself upon imagining a grin on the raven-haired man's face.
"Come Arden, let's pay a visit." Sige gave a little smile at the rich brown deer beside him, touching his neck briefly as they walked towards the house.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 11:46 am
In the generous 'yard,' the yearling lifted his head, glowing green eyes and swiveled ears fixed forward towards the gate as it opened. Even from this distance, he knew exactly who Sige was. With an inner sort of glee, he shamelessly foisted all manner of images at his sleeping Chosen, a touch smug when he felt the man jolt awake and, on the heels of that, flooding the deer in turn with unbridled excitement.
--
The door opened, but it was not a dark-haired man who peered out. In fact, it was no man at all.
A short woman stood at the door, stocky and with a hooded gaze that spoke of years of mistrust. She might have been pretty once, youthful as she was, but from the furrowing of her brows and the scowl that curved her lips made her look older than she was. It didn't help that she bore a scar from the side of her jaw to her neck, the jagged swell of flesh telling a tale of an injury that had been tended to too late to heal well. She kept herself partially behind the door, her fingers curled around the edge of it as she peered out at Sige with keen brown eyes, moving her hand only briefly to adjust the severe bun of her coal-black hair.
"Help you?" she asked in broken English, holding her frown. It was clear she hadn't been expecting visitors.
Behind her, thumping could be heard as bare feet all but thundered down a staircase that sounded as though it was in the middle of the house. "Ana!" Garrett's voice carried, growing closer as he made the landing. "Ana, sé buena, he's here for me, don't worry -- "
Giving her employer a dubious look beyond the door, she relinquished her post and was immediately replaced with a breathless, bushy-tailed Garrett in a robe. His expression was hopeful and joyous and, upon actually seeing Sige, his grin blossomed to ease the lines of tiredness that still lingered at the corner of his verdant eyes. Black hair was tousled, curled back rather than resting back neatly, and he didn't seem to have any care in the world of it.
"Sige," he whispered, throwing the door open and stepping back, ushering the brunette to come in with his hands and body language. "Please, come in, welcome home -- to my house." Garrett continued to grin, a giddy mess from his wildly beating heart and the way he was having a hard time standing still. The second Sige was safely behind that closed door, he was going to be all but jumped with affection; it wasn't like the black-haired man didn't know why he was here.
Seeming to gather his wits about himself quickly, he motioned again with his hands. "Ah - Ana, this is Sige." He sounded out the man's name for the woman's dubious look. "Sige, this is Ana, she's new to Palisades and is taking some time to settle, she's a sweetheart and makes the most remarkable tamale -- "
"Sitio?" the woman glanced at Sige wearily.
Garrett laughed, putting a hand to the side of his head. She'd literally repeated 'siege' to him. Spelling out his name for her in Spanish, he did his best not to be jittery or jumpy or impatient, even though he was all of the above. Sige was here! In his house. If he wasn't so tired, he would have run around the house whooping for joy.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 10:36 am
The face he met--was not what he had expected, then again this day seemed like it was full of surprises.
And with this unknown person, Arden stepped back-- a little intimidated, touching his nose to his Chosen's hand in comfort.
He looked at her in his normal expression, serious, deep in thought with a wrinkle in between his brows. It wasn't that he wanted to appear intimidating, in fact he was still very polite, not wanting to startle her as he stood in his place and bowed his head. But it was strange, a man showing up the door with a deer at his side--he couldn't blame her. "Greetings, I am here for---" The brunette did not even finish his sentence before he heard that familiar voice which-- in turn definitely made his heart jump out of his chest, knowing who it was.
And when the dark messy-haired man came into view, breathless and with that stunning smile, it was a wonder Sige didn't take him in his arms at that second. "Garrett." His voice was more gentler, much at ease as he said that, focused on the object of his affections rather than the grandeur of the house or the hesitant maid.
For some reason seeing the man this way so--undone and messy and just obviously waking up-- Sige wanted to see more of his unguarded moments like this in another kind of situation. Wishful thinking.
With the explosion of emotions in his chosen's mind, Arden took this opportunity to move away, feeling the presence of a familiar friend. Of course managing to let Sige know that he was leaving -- even though he was terribly distracted right now.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." He said with some presence of mind after a few moments of losing himself to Garrett's smile. "New hm? I'm glad you're one of the first people she met in this place. I'm sorry if I appeared suspicious, madam." And he bowed his head at her once again in quiet respect of meeting her before he turned back to the other man.
"So--- ah, did you just wake?" he started, his eyes looking up and down Garrett for a while as he said that--in a robe no less. Even that was enough to start something in the young man.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 1:34 pm
Ana looked between the two with a suspicious expression, but the way that Sige's eyes lingered and the utter exuberance her employer was showing with every grin to the brunette, well...she wasn't stupid. The maid uttered an exasperated sigh, looking at Garrett as though she were chiding him, though she couldn't have been far off from the man's age. She didn't respond to Sige's remark, but she acknowledged him with a polite bow of her head, glancing then to Garrett for instructions.
"Ah, well -- I actually took her from her home," the man explained with wild gestures of his hands, weaseling between the two to shut the door, "but that's a long story." And Garrett, not missing a beat, turned to face Sige and took one of his hands in his. "Perhaps I can tell you of it sometime -- but first, please, come sit. You're my guest, and an honored one at that!" He was anxious and it showed in the way his green eyes sought the other's face for a sign of his presence; was it business, was it social, or...was it because their wards were older, now...?
Swallowing his trembling excitement, he turned to Ana and spoke to her quietly and simply, mingling her native language with English, asking her to prepare snacks and a drink but to take her time and leave the tray on the table outside the sitting room. Again glancing to Sige, he added on very sternly, "No estamos interrumpirse a menos que sea de vida o muerte." We are not to be interrupted unless it's life or death.
As Ana bowed and excused herself, Garrett put the full brunt of his attention on Sige, squeezing the hand he held and half gesturing, half tugging the brunette towards the aforementioned room. "I did," he addressed the question given as his bare feet padded across the floor. "I just got back from a job maybe -- " he squinted out the windows, having a quick exchange with Aravel, " -- an hour ago at best. Long days, but good pay." He lead Sige through the open double doors that lead to the sitting room, a room rich of wood furniture and light, airy colors for cushions and setting. It, like the rest of his house, was rather devoid of personal items.
"And you?" he asked as they crossed the threshold. A few more steps and he could close the door and give Sige an idea of what he was really thinking. "Have you been well? I think we last saw each other late last week, wasn't it? Too long, if you ask me."
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 1:54 pm
He nodded at Garrett, listening. And he actually did understand the possible situation of the woman even with the very few words exchanged about her. It made him smile that as he got to know the other, it only confirmed more and more to him how amazing this man was.
Sige gave him a gentle smile. "I would gladly hear of all your glorious adventures, Garrett. I really would." As his hand was taken and led to another room, he couldn't help but feel that lingering excitement in his body peak--even though he told himself to calm down, that it was just a visit. But--it really wasn't just a visit to him. Somehow this time alone, remembering their promise of their deer growing up--somehow it felt like a beginning.
"Honored? Mostly I'm just honored that you received me, Garrett." He squeezed the hand in his, a touch like this foreign to him but comforting, so very comforting.
The man was still rather conscious that the other woman was in the midst but did not let go of his companion's hand, eyes sweeping the room briefly as the maid was instructed. And as they walked his eyes obviously went back to settle on Garrett's bright greens, leading him with those adorable bare feet gliding on the floor.
"An hour ago?" he repeated incredulously. He let go of Garrett's hand to place it against his back in sudden concern. "You must be tired, shall we go--ah, you go back to bed soon?" Sige caught himself as he said the words, almost casting a light pink on his cheeks. Because--he couldn't lie, he had thought of this day --the possibility of --- something for the longest time.
"Mostly local business around here," he said replying to the question for a little change of topic and not wanting to seem too overeager. "I have been alright. And I agree--- far too long." He turned to Gare, the hand on the man's back now settling on his hips. "I hope you... don't mind me being here."
And he looked at the window into the wide room, taken aback when he saw Aravel and Arden looking at them for a moment in time before skittering away to probably play with each other. Sige thought it was for the best anyway, he thought Arden should have his moments when he could unwind. He felt a little guilty, since with him and his line of business, it was hard to let the deer prance around to its hearts content.
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 2:18 pm
The mercenary laughed, shaking his head. "I think you'd never let me outside again if I told you all my adventures, Sige. Sometimes I think the world has been created for the express purpose of trying to one-up me." He was teasing, of course - but barely - keeping his grin mostly under wraps even as Sige's hand squeezed his. He hardly knew how to act, having the man in his home now; Garrett could feel his skin prickling with the heat of adrenaline, everything in his vision so sharp and clear. When was the last time he'd been so excited to just be in someone's presence?
"Receive you? Goodness, Sige, I'm going to keep you if you're not careful." But he fell silent, then, as Sige continued to speak - especially with his little slip up. Garrett kept his posture as at-ease as he could, turning in the merchant's hold only to shut the door behind them. He remained that way for a long moment, feeling the breath in his lungs escape him as he set the lock in place with an audible click. That was it. The world outside was no longer present to dictate how they needed to act, what they could or couldn't say or do in public. It was just Garrett, Sige and the pressing tension between them.
Finally turning back to Sige, he abandoned all polite pretense and pressed the lines of their bodies together, wrapping his arms around the merchant's shoulders in a tight embrace. Garrett physically shivered with gratification, one hand twining up the back of the short brunette hair, the other clinging to the man's clothes between his shoulder blades. "I liked the we option better," he murmured, nose pressed against Sige's scarred one. "I gave you invitation because I want you here, my darling merchant. My only regret is that I can't whisk you upstairs right now."
Subtle wasn't necessary, but he'd spent so much time being careful that it was hard to break that habit. Leaning in closer, he kissed Sige firmly, both hands snaking up the back of the man's neck and crown, entangled in the short hair. "There's a couch," he remarked softly when the kiss ended, "and Aravel is at least a old enough now." It wasn't in Garrett to out-right proposition Sige, because this time, it was different. It was real. There was nothing to interrupt them, now.
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It couldn't have been more than twenty minutes before the knock sounded on the door. Ana nibbled her bottom lip, turning the sealed envelope over in her hands carefully. One of the first things she had learned about her employer was his status, one he didn't want getting out but that she had to be aware of. As such, she was familiar with his crest and seal and, though she was doubting herself, she was certain that the envelope in her hands bore the seal of--
The door opened abruptly, Garrett looking dazed and deeply discontent. "Ana?" he queried, looking at the Spanish woman with bafflement. It was hard for him to focus through the pleasure that sung up and down his body, his robe held on firmly in his grasp, using his body to mostly block Sige on the couch behind him. It wasn't like the man was naked - he was fully dressed yet, in fact - but he still liked to afford the idea of privacy. "I thought I said -- "
The maid held up the envelope, and Garrett understood.
"Thank you," he murmured, taking it carefully from her hands and nodding with dismissal. Closing the door behind himself, he let go of his robe, not caring as the top part of it fell open. "I'm so sorry," he murmured in a thick voice, still heady as his eyes flicked between the brunette on his couch and the envelope in his hands, frowning over the seal on the red wax. "She knows to come to me if certain affairs come up..." Garrett waved the envelope around. "This counts as that. It's from my father. Well," he quickly corrected himself as he broke the seal, "it has his seal, but it's probably from that wretch of a woman he made his third wife."
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 3:10 pm
"I believe you on that," he let out a little chuckle, shaking his head. "That's terribly unfortunate. I honestly do think that you-- deserve everything good in this world, Garrett." Somehow he got more serious in his tone, his gaze never leaving Garrett. Sige did not even notice the space in the room, or what decoration or lack of decoration there was, the color of the rug, how the weather was. All was a blur and he could not hear anything but Garrett's smooth voice and the loud beating of his heart.
And as the doors closed, the want in Sige was released when he felt the arms around him. "Gare.." His hands linked immediately on the other man's back, his hold firm-- longing for this moment. The stolen brief touches weren't enough for him now, he needed more.
"I like the 'we' word better in any case," he breathed out, lidding his eyes and pressing his slender nose against Garrett's. "Feels nice to say.." That little detail excited him, it was as if-- it was official in some sort of way. He wasn't sure how to proceed but all he knew that it was right to him.
And as their kiss ended, he kept his face near Garrett's skin as much as he could and 'couch' was all he heard after that, a little grin gracing his lips. Ad so he did make use of that couch.
---
His senses were hazy, dazed and filled with the other man so pleasurably that he didn't want to stop. Yet he did. Of course this was because of the maid that entered the room, the man trying to make himself decent again, letting Garrett deal with whatever business it was. Obviously Sige was--- disappointed, a little annoyed at an interruption once again when he had finally had the other alone. But it seemed it was fleeting.
But he caught the change of the atmosphere, fixing himself before standing up with weak legs and settling on the couch, eyes watching the brunette's expression. "What..? Why are you apologizing, Garrett?" At this moment he stood up even with trembling legs, the sensation still fresh in his body.
Sige was silent as Garrett talked, seeing that difference clearly and knowing it was something grave. "What is it?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2012 4:07 pm
Garrett gave Sige an incredulous look, and on the heels of it, a rakish grin. "I'm sorry that I had to stop you!" He chuckled ruefully as he unfolded the letter, eyes skimming over the writing. Huh. That was his father's handwriting. "Believe me, it was the last thing I ever wanted -- to do."
The hesitation of the last words betrayed the contents of the letter, his expression that had warred between anger at the interruption and amusement at Sige's bewildered question now falling into stark surprise. As his eyes flit quickly over the parchment, his lips moving subtly to follow some of the words, his face continued to change: his brows furrowed before knitting in a manner one might use to repress their reaction, his eyes losing some of their warmth, the curves of his lips losing their smile and all traces of mirth. The jovial man transformed into a serious one, and it easily made him look more his age for a change. He couldn't help but linger on his bad choice of words to Ana earlier - life or death.
Sige's question pulled Garrett's eyes from the letter and towards the merchant, though he didn't quite meet the man's face. "It's from my father after all," he responded in a somber tone, folding the letter up slowly. "He's ailing." The dark-haired man was silent before he gave himself an abrupt shake of his head. "No, that's wrong -- he's dying. And he wants me to come handle the affairs of the estate because...he can't find his eldest son."
Beyond the wall of windows, Garrett was dimly aware that Aravel was now standing by them, staring at him intently, no doubt more than aware at the sudden change of mood. Touching his lips softly with his fingertips, the man couldn't stop the troubled expression that flit across his features before dropping his hand and looking at Sige in a resigned manner. "I am so sorry to do this to you, Sige, I -- I have to pack and leave, it'll take me a week of hard riding to get there, closer to two since his carriage is probably outside the city and the thing is so slow and ambling that I could walk faster -- " he realized he was rambling, fingers almost numbly gathering his robe again, "so I -- I have to go. Now."
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 1:38 pm
Despite the burst of blissful pleasure earlier, Sige's expression changed entirely. An expression not far from what he usually wore although this time his eyes were noticeably gentler, looking over at Garrett and concerned.
He listened quietly at the revelation, mostly surprised of this man's disposition that was startlingly different than how he had always seen him. Yet the merchant nodded in understanding-- somehow the topic of fathers pulled at his heart strings more than he liked.
He gathered that Garrett and his father were distant, even a little he knew how that had felt himself. "I understand." he replied in a sullen tone, obviously disappointed yet much more worried about the brunette than anything else and how he didn't want to meet his eyes. It pained the merchant to see him like this.
"Please do not apologize, Garrett---" he started. And as Garrett suddenly moved away from him, talking of preparations he could not help but move closer to him and gently take him in his arms, pressing the other against him stubbornly. He said nothing for that moment, hoping that for a moment he could give Garrett a second of comfort amid the bad news. "Please let me help you pack. At the very least watch you leave." It wasn't what he had intended but -- in some way he wanted to know he was there to care for the man in his own way, his arms loosening around him so that he could do his preparations.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2012 7:02 pm
And he took that moment of comfort, touching his lips to Sige's clothed shoulder and simply resting in that manner, his eyes closed. Garrett wasn't prepared for this and he hated to be caught in such a...a vulnerable position. Family affairs were never ones he wanted to share in the open, let alone admit to himself. Just then, he was damning the older brother he never met for shirking the responsibility of the estate. It was what he wished to do so badly just then.
But the moment was fleeting, and with a short intake of breath, Garrett lifted his head and offered a brief and apologetic smile to Sige, green eyes turning over the man's face as though he'd memorize him in that moment. "I don't want you to watch me leave, my dear merchant, I'd be more happy if you'd see me return." Not that he'd expect Sige to wait for him. Their game of cat-and-mouse would surely end once his departure put him out of sight of Palisade. Lifting the hand not holding the letter, he lightly cupped the other's cheek and traced his thumb over the tip of the scar beneath those ocean-green eyes, wistful.
"Very well. Come, then, to my bedroom -- and sadly, not to finish what he we started." At that, he flashed a grin - a ghost of his former self - before turning on heel and taking Sige's hand, clutching the letter in the other and leading him out of the study and towards the stairs that were in the center of the house. Ascending them with swiftness and not letting his precious cargo in tow fall behind, he fetched a key from his robe pocket and deftly unlocked the door, throwing it open for Sige to enter or wait in the hallway. It was a modest hallway, light in paint and decor as the downstairs had been, the door to the room no different. Inside the room, however, was a touch more personal, as if some residual life of the man could be found there: a rather large bed, rumpled in creams and wine-reds, the wood of the frame smooth and heavy; a desk of the same wood as the bedframe flush against the wall on the far left, pens and parchment left out and amongst them, small items like die and small animals carved of various materials, as well as several coin purses piled to one side; a dark armoire, embellished with carved design and onyx knobs, closed at the moment; and aside from the standard 'light' furniture of some chairs and curtains, there were other oddities propped on the wall or against the door way likely leading to the bathroom, such as knife cases, dagger sheaths, swords of varying sizes like the one he oft wore on his hip and in one compartment, some archaic and broken down gun.
The first place he went was the armoire, and it was that in which he threw open the doors, displaying his jackets neatly hanging in the top compartment. Reaching under them, he seized a small travel bag and tossed it on the bed with the letter following it, beginning to select his nicest jackets as quickly as he could, knowing he'd need them where he was going. "Feel free to look around, it's not much, but -- " Garrett glanced over to Sige, smiling at him a little more like himself, " -- this is my home." The room, he meant, and no other part of the house. It was his sanctum, and now Sige was in it.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 6:06 pm
And already he missed Garrett, from their moment of heat and the fleeting sweet touches of merely holding the brunette against him, burying his nose in that raven hair. "Return, yes." Sige mumbled, releasing the other and looking at him with his own wistful look though held in, his blue-green eyes holding how much he wished for the other to stay. But that couldn't happen, of course.
He let out a soft grunt at the insinuation, even still a little heated as he followed the man's movements closely when he took his hand to lead him. And quietly his eyes roamed the room when he arrived, lips curving slightly when he saw the messy rumpled sheets of the other's large bed, thinking --even at this moment in time-- how terribly charming that was. To wake up beside Garrett, hair ruffled, wrapped in all the sheets --- "Ah." And he was brought back to the reality of the present, that this man had to leave. Sige would have been used to temporary and fast 'relationships' but no, Garrett was completely different. "Your home." And his small smile carried on when he saw one form on the mercenary's face, slow steps as he explored the room briefly. But then looking back at the only thing in this world that he wanted to explore, to discover.
"Your home is wonderful," He wanted to say how much he didn't want this to end but -- he knew it wasn't the right time to do it, the man had a loss after all, he didn't want to be selfish. "Where--- is the estate?" he asked with a glance to the clothes and items that were quickly laid out on the bed, each article making his chest tighter.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 6:22 pm
The repeated words made Garrett smile and nod a little, choosing his garments quick and concise. He knew his father's wife hated it when he wore a certain forest green vest -- he'd make sure to wear that as much as humanly possible. Feeling only minutely comforted by the notion of scorning his second mother, he slowed briefly as his fingers toyed over a deep plum vest, watching Sige with a fond smile. "It feels a lot nicer now that you're here," he admitted, tossing the vest with the others and again picking up the pace.
"It's north of here, about a week's slow ride, three days if you've nothing better to do. It's Wolf's Run estate, south of the port town, Greystone." It was also where his father was Viscount, but that was not something he wanted to think of just then, even if he was preparing for that very reason. Exhaling slowly, he began to firmly press the garments into the bag properly so they wouldn't wrinkle. He had a small bag of toiletries already prepared for times like these, so all he needed to do after tying the bag was to change.
Turning his green eyes towards Sige, he gave pause, hesitating as he took in a breath to speak several times with no words following. Finding his voice, he added lightly, "If you're ever in the area and you'd like a brief rest of your feet, I'd -- we'd be happy to have you." The man lowered his eyes, lips pursed tightly despite their smile, not giving any clear indication on how he felt about the next words. "My father would undoubtedly like to meet you before he passes."
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 6:36 pm
He watched the clothes being packed, a slightly grave look on his face but the likes of which was softened when Garrett spoke again. Sige nodded his head, mentally remembering the details the brunette was telling him, biting his bottom lip for a moment. And he already got the feeling that he wanted to go -- he didn't know when Garrett would be back -- yet he did not want to intrude, after all, it was family matters. And, he didn't really fully know where he stood in this man's eyes. But one thing he was sure was that he really, really wanted to spend more time with him.
The silence was brief but deafening, he too wanted to say something but -- what could he say at the moment? The man had his own problems and -- he just wanted to say that he would miss him terribly. Yet what Garrett added at the end made his green-blue eyes brighten just a little, looking up again from the bedside to the mercenary. A smile appeared delicately on his lips, but then disappearing when he saw the man conflicted about his thoughts, stepping towards him slowly and lifting a hand to cup the side of Garrett's face, encouraging him gently to look at him.
"I--- I'd like that too -- to see you I mean," he paused, taking a deep breath before his next words. "I'll miss you. I'm sorry about your father --- I really wish I could be --- there for you." He wanted to be comforting but he didn't exactly know how, though his words were sincere and to the point. He really just wanted the other to know that he was there -- to come back to. If he wanted.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 7:42 pm
The dark-haired man was surprised by the touch, but was comfortable with the fingers on his skin, smiling a little and pressing his cheek into the warm palm. "Oh Sige." Garrett smiled, closing the distance between them and wrapping his arms slowly around the merchant's shoulders, pushing the time limit he was on just a little further. Pressing in to properly embrace the other, he gently pressed his scarred lips against his cheek. "I'd love to see you again and -- you're here now. If I'd need anyone during this, it's now, and you're here for me." He kissed him chastely on the cheek again. "Thank you."
Giving him a squeeze and pulling back, he curled his fingers into his robe and pulled it off for the second time that day, though this time was not nearly as exciting. Tossing it aside, he began to quickly but meticulously dress himself, unabashed with Sige in the room. "If you visit, I'll protect you from my family," he said, fastening his breeches, "but no one can protect you from me." He flashed Sige a grin in hopes to diffuse some of the tension. Garrett didn't want to get worked up; he had a long way to go, as it were, and he'd have plenty of time to think over it then.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 8:04 pm
His anxiety over everything was diffused with the arms around him now, gently embracing Garrett back and giving him a little smile at the words. "I'm here for you," he repeated that fact, sincere and wanting to let the brunette know that -- especially now that he was leaving. Sige felt a little pathetic on how much he knew he'd be lonely at the mere thought Garrett was travelling so far away but he just had to bear it. Unless ---
"I'd like that." His hands traveled upwards to touch the back of the man's head briefly before they parted, though the green-blue eyes never left Garrett's figure, a hand moving up to his lips to let out a little cough as he choked on his own when he saw the man changing, even though he had merely seen him exposed earlier. He was still in stunned wonder, though blushing and briefly looking away before giving into himself and watch the dark-haired man change, looking up to those brilliant greens again.
"I think I should be the one telling you that." His brow lifted subtly, again moving towards the other as he was almost finished, almost ready to leave. A gentle supportive hand on the mercenary's back. He would stay till he couldn't anymore.
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