http://el-vago.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] el-vago.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-08-01 12:11 pm

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Castillian inna bar, inna booth, looking tired.
And because mun is trying to be stealthy like ninja That's all you get.

[identity profile] not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com 2005-08-02 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
"But you're...okay with him now?" He frowns deeply, confused. Of course he isn't complaining...well, all right, maybe a little...no, really, it's just a hefty load of WTF.

He doesn't care about Random now, though, what is or isn't happening with that. He squeezes Andres' shoulder, and his eyes are troubled.

"You're the last person on earth I'd tell to worry more, but...really, Andres. You're selfless to a fault. You look exhausted." His hand begins moving more rhythmically, trying to gently knead a bit of the tension from Andres' shoulders, as Mercutio sometimes does for him. He doesn't know if it's welcome, but Andres had told him not to be afraid to touch him...

[identity profile] not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com 2005-08-02 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't mention it," he whispers, but now he's even more worried, and he feels a sharp stab of guilt that wasn't there before.

How badly did I hurt Gorlim? How much of that is my fault? Is he going to be all right?

He'll never admit that he's worried about Gorlim. He doesn't know why he is, himself. But he has to ask. "What did the cards say about him? Unless you'd rather not say."

He shifts position, working gently with both hands.

[identity profile] not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com 2005-08-02 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
He hadn't thought Gorlim was really acting of his own accord, not after hearing Gorlim's testimony, and being under that spell himself...

But he's scared now. He doesn't know what limits the forces of evil have here...and if Random is really that frightened...

Everyone you know will die?

He closes his eyes and realizes he hasn't answered. He kneads a little harder, slipping his fingers into the collar of Andres' shirt but going no further than that.

There's time to worry yet. Nobody's trying to kill us right now. He makes himself believe that, and finds himself feeling better too.

"I'd like to see you try," he murmurs, with a slight smile.

[identity profile] not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com 2005-08-02 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
He holds Andres' gaze for a moment, and maybe he looks troubled, or just confused.

He is confused, and he's been confused, terribly so, for weeks now.

"You're not happy," he whispers. "I want to do something about that and I don't know how."

[identity profile] not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com 2005-08-02 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
He looks away again, troubled, and sighs.

"Just confused." He rubs his eyes.

"And...I don't know...I should have been there more for you in the past few days. I haven't even seen you...I didn't know you weren't sleeping...I could have tried to help you with everything..."

[identity profile] not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com 2005-08-02 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
He feels a painful little thrill at that 'I love you,' and swallows.

"You can have me now," he says quietly. "For as long as you want me."

He doesn't quite know what he's offering, or again, if it'll be even remotely welcome. But he doesn't want to leave, doesn't want Andres to walk away...

[identity profile] not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com 2005-08-02 04:06 am (UTC)(link)


He lets his hand drift down onto Andres' chest and captures his lips with a gentle kiss. "I'm glad," he whispers against Andres' mouth.

I can't ask you to go upstairs with me. I'm afraid to ask. I would, if only you would ask me...I would do anything you asked of me and be glad to do it.

[identity profile] not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com 2005-08-02 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
His heart pounds and he can't stop it. He twines his fingers in Andres' hair and kisses him deeply, leaning harder against him, wanting the contact, wanting to feel the warmth of Andres' body against his own everywhere he can.



"I wouldn't. I don't want you to. Stay with me."

[identity profile] not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com 2005-08-02 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, christ, I already am. And I don't care." He laughs breathlessly and stands up.

"Come on." He takes Andres' hand.