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He answers the door with an awkwardly nervous smile.
"Hey." Right. Did the easy part. Sweeney wets his lip and offers his hand so he can usher her inside.
"Would ya like ta come in?"
It's stupid, he knows, but the formalities run deep, and he's still getting used to being the one doing the inviting.
"Hey." Right. Did the easy part. Sweeney wets his lip and offers his hand so he can usher her inside.
"Would ya like ta come in?"
It's stupid, he knows, but the formalities run deep, and he's still getting used to being the one doing the inviting.
It's kind of hard to miss the way he looks and her brow pinches curiously. God, he's adorable.
"Yeah, I would," she smiles with a nod.
What the heck does this guy have planned?
"Yeah, I would," she smiles with a nod.
What the heck does this guy have planned?
When his hand wraps around hers and he guides her in, he shuts the door behind her properly, for once. Sweeney knows he shouldn't lead her to the bed; it's a dumb idea. He should put her on the couch for this conversation. And yet.
They reach the foot of it, and he spins her gently, allowing her to sit of her own volition. Sweeney sucks his lip as he remains standing in front of her. It's going to sound stupid. He knows it is.
Fuck it.
"So. Ya know Hunter." Obviously. "An' Flapjack?" That one he's less sure about, as far as to whether they've been formally introduced. "The chatty bird that's sometimes part of his staff?"
They reach the foot of it, and he spins her gently, allowing her to sit of her own volition. Sweeney sucks his lip as he remains standing in front of her. It's going to sound stupid. He knows it is.
Fuck it.
"So. Ya know Hunter." Obviously. "An' Flapjack?" That one he's less sure about, as far as to whether they've been formally introduced. "The chatty bird that's sometimes part of his staff?"
Laura can't take her eyes off his face, even with growing more and more confused at what was going on and why he wanted her to come over. She can't help be nervous for some reason. Was he about to tell her he graduated and was running off with Maggie and Iris and Misty? She knows it's ridiculous but her luck isn't historically great with guys.
She sits, looks up and nods. "Yeah, I've seen them around."
Laura hadn't officially met Hunter but they'd passed each other when she was taking care of the puppies and he was headed to the infirmary.
"Why?"
Was he running off with Hunter and his chatty bird?
She sits, looks up and nods. "Yeah, I've seen them around."
Laura hadn't officially met Hunter but they'd passed each other when she was taking care of the puppies and he was headed to the infirmary.
"Why?"
Was he running off with Hunter and his chatty bird?
OH. So...don't know Hunter. Okay.
His eyes bounce to the ceiling as he tries to give her the cliff notes. Or at least enough of them to make the actual talk make some sort of sense.
"So, Flapjack is a palisman." Sweeney gestures slightly with his hands, as if it will help.
"It's--it's kinda like a daemon. But made of wood." He peeks down, trying to gauge if she's following at all.
His eyes bounce to the ceiling as he tries to give her the cliff notes. Or at least enough of them to make the actual talk make some sort of sense.
"So, Flapjack is a palisman." Sweeney gestures slightly with his hands, as if it will help.
"It's--it's kinda like a daemon. But made of wood." He peeks down, trying to gauge if she's following at all.
Well, that's a fucking relief. Okay, calming down, piqued interest...
Laura makes an 'ohhhh' with her mouth and nods, finally understanding.
She gets it now!
Laura makes an 'ohhhh' with her mouth and nods, finally understanding.
She gets it now!
"It's basically..." How to put it when he's not so sure of the details himself?
"It's a helper?" Sweeney isn't sure it's the right word. "Or a familiar? Or--well, like a daemon," he repeats with a more confident nod.
"Anyway..." He's babbling. He can feel it. Ugh.
"At Yule, he gave me one." No, scratch that. Correct it. "I mean a log. For me ta make one. Fer me."
Fuck, why does he sound so shy about it?
"It's a helper?" Sweeney isn't sure it's the right word. "Or a familiar? Or--well, like a daemon," he repeats with a more confident nod.
"Anyway..." He's babbling. He can feel it. Ugh.
"At Yule, he gave me one." No, scratch that. Correct it. "I mean a log. For me ta make one. Fer me."
Fuck, why does he sound so shy about it?
[ her eyes follow his face until she can feel the whiskers of his beard against her skin. she doesn't move, the closeness something she finds comfortable and safe. she drapes her arm along the top of his leg and smiles. then follows up her reply with a soft laugh. ]
That's a pretty good answer. I'll take it.
That's a pretty good answer. I'll take it.
we do at the commissary. what's your flavour?
Laura can see how hard he is trying and really, she thinks she has an idea of what he's trying to explain, but he's clearly passionate about making sure exactly what he's brought her there to be a part of it somehow. Her face softens.
"Did you make one? Is it of an animal, too?" she asks, honestly and genuinely interested because this is part of him.
"Did you make one? Is it of an animal, too?" she asks, honestly and genuinely interested because this is part of him.
Her questions quiet his mind. Good. She understands. Well, enough anyways. Sweeney wets his lip and nods.
"I did." He closes his eyes for a moment, and with a roll of his wrist, he produces something vaguely egg-shaped, like an oversized pinecone that hadn't blossomed. It's large enough that, while he can hold it in one hand, it sits a bit wider than it. When he offers it to her, it's clear she'll need both of hers to manage it.
Strangely textured with bumps and smooth lines, it may take her a few to deduce that it's meant to be a balled up hedgehog with wings and a bird's tail wrapped under it, to keep the shape condensed. The wood itself is unfinished.
"I was hopin' ta lacquer soon, but...I wanted ta get yer help first."
"I did." He closes his eyes for a moment, and with a roll of his wrist, he produces something vaguely egg-shaped, like an oversized pinecone that hadn't blossomed. It's large enough that, while he can hold it in one hand, it sits a bit wider than it. When he offers it to her, it's clear she'll need both of hers to manage it.
Strangely textured with bumps and smooth lines, it may take her a few to deduce that it's meant to be a balled up hedgehog with wings and a bird's tail wrapped under it, to keep the shape condensed. The wood itself is unfinished.
"I was hopin' ta lacquer soon, but...I wanted ta get yer help first."
Good, cuz that's the best I've got for a while. Gonna be a bit before I find anything that smooth again.
[He laughs, pressing a kiss to her cheek before pulling away.]
[He laughs, pressing a kiss to her cheek before pulling away.]
nothing with fucking mint
anything chocolate is fine
anything chocolate is fine
Laura, takes it with two hands, cupping it and then holding it less awkwardly in one hand while the other braces and turns it as she looks at the detailing. Her expression is fascinated and when he states he wants her help, she looks back up at him.
"Sure, help with what?"
She's thinking something easy like help name it or hold it so he can use both hands to chisel something else into it.
"Sure, help with what?"
She's thinking something easy like help name it or hold it so he can use both hands to chisel something else into it.
noted. i'll be there shortly.
[ she shows up about ten or so minutes later with a chocolate ice cream waffle cone with brownie bits for him, and a cherry popsicle for her.
laura knocks lightly, but loud enough to announce her arrival. she'd left Moose in her cabin, knowing full well he'd jump on her bed and take a nice long nap. ]
[ she shows up about ten or so minutes later with a chocolate ice cream waffle cone with brownie bits for him, and a cherry popsicle for her.
laura knocks lightly, but loud enough to announce her arrival. she'd left Moose in her cabin, knowing full well he'd jump on her bed and take a nice long nap. ]
[He shuffles to the door and opens it, blinking at the sight of her. He's in a rumpled t-shirt and sweatpants, but at least they're clean!]
I said chocolate, not a damn massacre.
[But he manages a tired smile, gesturing her inside.]
I said chocolate, not a damn massacre.
[But he manages a tired smile, gesturing her inside.]
[ her lips slant and she narrows a playful eye at him. ]
Fuck you. It was this or chocolate mint with salted fish flakes.
[ she wanders in after him, admiring his ass even in something loose fitting and when he turns she holds out the ice cream. ]
Fuck you. It was this or chocolate mint with salted fish flakes.
[ she wanders in after him, admiring his ass even in something loose fitting and when he turns she holds out the ice cream. ]
[He takes it from her and immediately has to lick the melting chocolate from his fingers.]
Goddamn. If I didn't want this so bad, I'd kick your perfect ass over it.
[But there's something very indulgent about it and it helps his throat so much. His voice is deep and gravely still, recovering from that specific injury, and he is exceptionally grateful.]
Goddamn. If I didn't want this so bad, I'd kick your perfect ass over it.
[But there's something very indulgent about it and it helps his throat so much. His voice is deep and gravely still, recovering from that specific injury, and he is exceptionally grateful.]
[ she can tell and her smile widens. ]
It's not even that melty, god. She pulls back the wrapper on her popsicle and looks around for somewhere to sit. ]
So, how did the fucker kill you?
It's not even that melty, god. She pulls back the wrapper on her popsicle and looks around for somewhere to sit. ]
So, how did the fucker kill you?
[His room is from a higher end hotel, though of course the kitchenette has been removed. There's a desk with a chair, a couch, and his bed, which Jacob sits on the edge of. Mae's crate sits in the corner, though she's not inside of it at the moment.]
Put his claws through my throat. Didn't even bite me or anything.
Put his claws through my throat. Didn't even bite me or anything.
[ laura takes a spot on the couch and bites the tip of her popsicle and lets it melt on her tongue before wincing at how jacob died. ]
I wish I didn't know exactly how that felt.
[ the glass probably felt the same as claws, too. ]
It's bullshit that this shit keeps happening.
I wish I didn't know exactly how that felt.
[ the glass probably felt the same as claws, too. ]
It's bullshit that this shit keeps happening.
[He pops one of the little brownie bits between his teeth.]
Eh, I knew he'd do it. I told him to fuck off and then spit on his shoes.
Eh, I knew he'd do it. I told him to fuck off and then spit on his shoes.
Someone was being a diva.
And you - what the hell? You like dying and death tolling that much that you decided to pick a fight with something that had claws? There's people on this stupid ship that sometimes land in coma's after dying and then vanish after that for good.
[ judging by her face that is something she doesn't find very funny. ]
And you - what the hell? You like dying and death tolling that much that you decided to pick a fight with something that had claws? There's people on this stupid ship that sometimes land in coma's after dying and then vanish after that for good.
[ judging by her face that is something she doesn't find very funny. ]
His lips part, but nothing comes out. All of the sudden, he realizes he has no idea how this part is supposed to go. The tips of his ears go bright red.
"I, uh--" Looking at the floor between them seems to make it easier, at least a little. Sweeney wets his lip. His voice drops.
"I was hopin' ya might...I mean..." He sighs, pulling off the band-aid. "I'd like ya ta mark her before I seal her." Right, that's going to need some clarification.
"With yer blood. Just a smudge."
Okay, this has gone creepy. He tries to rein it back around with a small shrug.
"I just...I want you ta be part of her."
"I, uh--" Looking at the floor between them seems to make it easier, at least a little. Sweeney wets his lip. His voice drops.
"I was hopin' ya might...I mean..." He sighs, pulling off the band-aid. "I'd like ya ta mark her before I seal her." Right, that's going to need some clarification.
"With yer blood. Just a smudge."
Okay, this has gone creepy. He tries to rein it back around with a small shrug.
"I just...I want you ta be part of her."
I didn't really want to fucking die in that moment but I knew it would happen. I underestimated him. Astarion told me to look for guys with red eyes like him, but that they were stupid.
I didn't know this guy was the big bad master of it all until it was too late.
[He shrugs.]
He was going to kill me anyway.
I didn't know this guy was the big bad master of it all until it was too late.
[He shrugs.]
He was going to kill me anyway.
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