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 Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 7:43 am
New Years was a good excuse to be on base, one that would not look particularly ulterior if he found himself questioned for one reason or another, so Lawrence showed up on Deus as soon as he could get himself excused from his duties for the day and rather than make his way back to his room - instead headed for someone else's room entirely, an air of deliberation in his movements.
He didn't even bother to change and if and when Horace's door was answered, it'd be to the short blonde man dressed in a thick scarf, still wearing a real fur ushanka and smiling brightly and smelling slightly of snow and cold.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 9:37 am
By the time Lawr arrived, Horace had already had one shot, maybe two... ish, in quick succession. He'd already made the decision to make bad decisions, but he'd be damned if he was sober for it. He offered up a silent apology to Austin; there might not be any vodka left after tonight. (If not, he'd have to go buy some, but still.) No wait, didn't he give Austin some already? Wasn't that tonight? He shook his head. It didn't really matter. When the knock came, he still hesitated, knowing who it would be. But Horace had decided that it would be nice, maybe, to feel a little less lonely Or something. He didn't really understand himself. Slowly, he unfolded himself from the bed and opened the door. To say that Lawr was a sight for sore eyes was an understatement. It was so normal-feeling, all of it. Horace smiled and reached out to touch Lawr's hat. "Little overdressed, aren't you?" Then he moved aside to let him into the room.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 11:03 am
Lawr smirked and crooned. "Well it is cold where I am stationed Horace." and reached up to remove the fluffy hat as he entered the room, tucking it under his arm. "And I obviously do not have a great deal of body fat to my name."
"What would you rather I was wearing?" he asked, shrugging off his coat and dropping it onto the other hunter's bed as if he had never left.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 11:55 am
"You've always been thin." His palms itched. "Where did you end up stationed?" Horace came up behind Lawr and, just for a bit, he could pretend. He slid his arms around the other man and rested his chin on Lawr's shoulder. But he only stayed a moment before moving away.
"If you're still cold, maybe something can help you warm up." He gestured to the bottles arranging neatly by the head of his bed. Taking a seat on the bed (not on Lawr's coat), he leaned over, pretending to inspect the labels. Horace needed a moment.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 12:57 pm
"I enjoy being thin." he said. "I don't know if I explained to you that I find the sensation of hunger satisfying, but I do. It distracts from other pressing needs while being something I can control." He waved a hand vaguely. "Oh eastern europe, just my luck really, rather than being stationed somewhere warm like Australia." And the old reflex seemed to be there, leaning into the contact like a satisfied cat before Horace moved away, his gaze following him as he went.
Heading over to the bottles he inspected them, picking one up to look at it. "I am always cold." he said. "That is another thing about me which does not change all that much, body heat is satisfying but alcohol can probably suffice."
He looked over at Horace, bottle still in hand. "I hope its not dirty." he said, raising a brow at his coat.
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 1:33 pm
A raised brow was met with a mirroring expression on Horace's face. "The bottle, the coat, or the bed? The bottle and bed are perfectly clean; you would have to vouch for the coat." He finally selected a bottle for himself and took a long pull on it. "If you're cold, might as well drink." He patted the bed next to him. "Tell me what you've been up to?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 2:37 pm
"The coat." he said. "Your things were always fine." he picked up a bottle of what he hoped was not actually very alcoholic spirits and made his way over to the bed, forgoing a cup in a very consciously terrible decision. He knew he was a lightweight when it came to drinking but today he was willing to neatly set that aside in a show of curiosity.
He took a sip and gave Horace another slow thoughtful look.
"Mostly helping out on the base I am on, helping them establish a medical area, other than that I have been primarily working in the infirmary." a slight smile played on his lips. "Not a great deal else. Have to stay out of trouble, after the little problem with you back then."
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 5:48 pm
Horace resisted the urge to lean on Lawr. "Did you know," he said, and took a drink. "-that no one really asked me if it was consensual or not?" In his more morbid moments, he found it hilarious. It was some combination of Lawr being shady and the extreme nature of the thing that prevented people from asking. They just assumed. It was not a wrong assumption, and Horace was kind of glad he'd never had to answer. He didn't know what he would say. "What sorts of trouble would you be gettin' up to, anyway, at your base?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 6:14 pm
Lawrence raised a brow slightly. "No one seemed to ask you anything. I asked you, I asked you what you wanted and you said you wanted to be treated like America. I did what I could but I can see now it was the wrong thing to do and I am sorry about it. I'd like to see the scars again but not to gloat. I was just trying to do my best."
The blonde man himself leaned on Horace as he took a sip. "I messed up, but it was done trying to please you Horace, I cared about you as much as I was able and still do."
He shrugged his shoulders. "Not much, just the normal day to day, I am glad to be here."
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 7:31 pm
Horace sighed and leaned on Lawr, feeling overly warm. Briefly, he nosed through Lawr's pale hair. "Being on the Belgium base wasn't bad, but it was boring at times. I got a laptop gifted to me while there, more or less." He sighed and leaned up. "It's okay, I can show you." Horace leaned up and pulled his shirt over his head. On his shoulder were five small marks, each one from Butch's talons. And, on his chest, was the large circle. It had healed beautifully, of course. Lawr's precision had been perfect, even if he had quite literally rubbed salt into the wound. Both around the scar and within it was a perfect madala. Horace, for some reason, had made sure the ink did not bisect the scar itself. "I said I'd show you the tattoo anyway. What do you think?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 8:02 pm
Lawrence leaned into the contact again, seeming to approve of the affection against his hair despite his usual objections to it. "I should much rather be in Belgium with a free laptop than where I have found myself with quite considerable graft. The only enjoyable part is cooking and when I get to stitch up the injured."
He paid rapt attention as Horace removed his shirt and without thinking to ask reached out to touch the tattoo admiringly. "Magnificent." he said with the tug of a smile. "You complimented what was meant to be art with art, you filled a void of nothing with something frankly beautiful."
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 8:34 am
Horace, somehow, felt pleased that Lawr approved. It felt wrong, too, but that was merely a small voice he could ignore for now. "I wondered if you'd hate it or see it a perversion of something you did." He shrugged, eyes fixed on the hand on his chest. "Even so, I missed you, you know." The 'even so' held a wealth of meaning, or wrongs, of times he wanted to die or just to stop. He exhaled deeply.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 9:19 am
Lawrence drummed his fingertips against Horace's bare chest and shook his head. "No, not a perversion, the way I see it almost anything you could have done to it would have been simply enriching the artistic merit of what is already there." he shrugged the shoulder of his bad arm. "Art is ever changing and you are as much a part of it as the tattoos are."
Splaying his hand a little more and brushing Horace's skin with a parting affection he relinquished his contact.
"I missed you aswell, though me saying that probably means little since I apparently don't miss people the "correct" way. Nevertheless, old habits and so on."
The alcohol was all bite and not a great deal of rich substance, but that did not matter so much at the moment. He let his gaze flicker across Horace. "It has been much too long you know."
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 1:46 pm
Without real conscious thought, he leaned forward, loathe to let the contact of Lawr's hand leave. "Art?" The concept of himself as art was frankly silly, he thought. Horace was the farthest thing from art; he was a toss-away stick figure in comparison. Maybe Lawr simply meant the scar. Yes, that made far more sense. Horace hadn't even noticed himself stiffening, but now he relaxed a little. "I was gone a long while, too, afterwards, when you told me to go." He dismissed the jab about 'correct' ways, a thing all too easy to do when he was tipsy. Horace simply told himself things didn't matter and, for tonight, maybe they didn't. "That day in the infirmary was almost nice, you know. I liked you riled up a bit. I can't say I'm sorry."
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 2:17 pm
"Yes art." Lawrence said firmly in response to Horace's question, for a moment interpreting the other man's question as a subtle mockery of his somewhat romantic interpretations of the world. He did not dwell on it however but instead followed along with Horace's words.
"I was uncertain where you went or what you did or what is normal for someone of your emotional height to .." he trailed off. "Sorry, that is maybe a little too cold. I simply mean I could not even guess where you went or what you did..after." he took another drink, already feeling a dizzy buzz and slightly concerned that perhaps his eating habits were only going to make this worse.
He stiffened a little in posture at the jibe at the infirmary incident and clenched his hand a little tighter around the bottle. "I am not very keen on loss of control I will admit, that was rather embarrassing and put me in a position where I almost had to resort to violence to avoid pinning you and kissing you. It could have gotten me in quite a bit of trouble in either situation while on duty."
He huffed. "One should never rile someone up without intention to finish what was started."
Laying back on Horace's bed as if he had always belonged there, he pushed aside his jacket. "It was very cruel of you Horace, but I must admit, it was interesting also."
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