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 Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 6:30 pm
the nights were made
Horace never felt pressured into conversation around Jan. He was content to read next to other man, just touching him. And even if one hand was occupied by a book, the other was always touching, stroking along his thigh, his forearm. He liked the contrast of his fingers against Jan's pale, perfect skin. Horace checked his phone, frowning at a text from Al. He sighed and looked up at him.
"Jan, am I 'really really ******** annoying'?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 6:34 pm
hate culture
He'd p***y-footed around it for a while, but Horace was worried. This was more than his dislike for when America and Jan spoke (and there was always a vicious intimacy in their talks that Horace hated). While he agreed with some of the things Jan said, there was a weird, fine line over what might be considered an 'unsafe opinion'. He was curious about Jan's views, but he was afraid someone would get the wrong idea. He knocked on the other hunter's door.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 6:41 pm
not a victory march
He'd just gotten back from that awfully cold Paris mission. Covered in sweat and rat's blood and god knows what else, Horace had shot a text to Jan ('back from a mission. can you meet me by my room?) and headed to the showers. The upstairs showers - because ******** the basement bathrooms. Finally clean, but still not feeling warm, he headed back to his room. Jan was waiting, leaning stilly outside his door. Horace grinned - now there was a sight that made him feel warmer.
"Hi, Jan." Horace rocked back on his heels, taking a moment just to look at him. And, because he didn't want to wait, he kissed him in the hallway. "I missed you."
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 6:47 pm
things you cannot say tomorrow day "Hey, Jan," Horace's voice was hesitant and his leg shifted, sliding between the other man's. He liked moments like this - right before sleep, when Horace felt drowsy but not drowsy enough. He pressed a kiss to one white shoulder. "Can I tell you something? You have to promise not to laugh, though."
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 7:21 pm
the nights were made
Lawr seemed to do everything slowly, patiently, as if the world itself would wait for him. It took a moment for him to look from his book, when the other man spoke, instead turning a few more dry old pages that smelled the way all ancient books did. He had been reading it for some time, sometimes seeming to re-read the same page many times, sometimes stopping to examine the printed engravings in detail, looking them over for what seemed like ages.
He finally glanced over, his pale blue eyes looking over Horace as if genuinely considering his question.
"You are not annoying at all." he said. He found it difficult to be annoyed, there were few triggers for his ire and Horace did not readily touch upon any of them. "Your company is pleasant. Why do you ask?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 7:59 pm
I'm just an average man with an average life
Lawr only tolerated sleep around people he trusted not to try and kill him. Horace was in fact, one of those people. He was confident that even if the other man tried to kill him, he would not succeed without a fight.
He did not know that sometimes he spoke in his sleep, the strange shifting accents and voices seeming to follow no rhyme or reason.
That night he rolled over, not as graceful or poised in his sleep as he was in waking, and when he spoke it was with a common-sounding Manchester accent.
"M'not..M'not going to do it Lars. S'not me. Don't want to."
And he half-curled against Horace.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 8:06 pm
things you cannot say tomorrow day
"You can tell me anything." and the smile could be heard in the other man's voice. "I promise not to laugh. Cross my heart."
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 8:19 pm
hate culture
The door opened and Lawr was there, but so too was the lingering scent of perfume, the perfume that seemed to follow him everywhere lately.
"Come in." he said, and sat, smiling.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 8:31 pm
Vanity
He squinted thoughtfully in the mirror, running his hand through his white blonde hair which was getting decidedly long of late.
"Should I cut it, do you think?"
He did not need to adhere stringently to a persona any longer here, Jan could be defined by the environment, adapt in order to survive.
"I can never decide."
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 8:39 pm
not a victory march
The kiss was returned with that smile that almost always seemed to accompany all the kisses from the other man, slightly smug and sweet, laced with exotic lip balm and the mint of impeccable dental hygiene.
"I missed you too. Quite an adventure, I felt safer having you there."
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 9:27 pm
vanity
Hands slid around Jan's waist and he leaned down a bit to prop his chin on the the other man's shoulder. Horace narrowed his eyes thoughtfully as he looked in the mirror.
"Hmm," he rumbled. "-it looked good short, but I like the way it looks when you run your fingers through it. You get it long enough, I'll even braid it for you." He made a face at Jan in the mirror. "I thought about shaving my entire head last week."
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 9:45 pm
the nights were made
The way Jan moved with slow deliberation was somehow... comforting to Horace, in a way. It felt steady. He read as though he could absorb more than mere words from a page and maybe he could. When Jan responded, Horace made a non-committal noise and pushed his glasses up.
"Just.. somebody said I was. I'm not exactly great at making friends around here." Horace blew a lock of his hair out of his face. He wished it didn't bother him, but it did. He just wanted to be liked.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 9:54 pm
things you cannot say tomorrow day
The next kiss to the same spot had a bit of teeth in it. Horace heard that smile, even if he couldn't see it.
"I think I, uh, might like getting hurt." A pause, then, with a voice full of nervous energy. "I mean, I mean, like well, when there's spars that get more intense, when I feel my shield tear or bruises or being cut or even back when I got my tongue pierced or..." He broke off, horribly, horribly embarrassed. "I liked it." And there was the truth of it - it wasn't just the adrenaline of things, but pain too. He waited, muscles tense, no longer drowsy.
"M-maybe."
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 10:03 pm
not a victory march
Jan tasted clean and good and safe. Horace sighed, one hand reaching up to cup the other man's face, thumb stroking across his cheek. His knuckles looked ragged, raw, but they were healing. Still, it was an ugly contrast to Jan. Without a word, he opened his door and pulled Jan inside.
"I don't like being gone." He frowned. "But if I'm going to get stronger, I gotta go where I'm told and just... practice. I'm sorry I'm only a trainee, Jan. You deserve more."
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 10:20 pm
hate culture
It was so easy to say nothing, to let things sit, to just see Jan's face and forget. And it could wait, maybe, for just a bit. So, instead he smiled and moved closer to Jan, giving him a quick kiss, as usual.
"I've been meaning to ask - did you change something?"
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