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lovingly
YES i wanna go on a real date w u dumbass or i wouldnt ask!!!
( well, he didn't ask — he told. informed. but still. )
lovingly
YES i wanna go on a real date w u dumbass or i wouldnt ask!!!
( well, he didn't ask — he told. informed. but still. )
omg the arcade is def not 2 noisy
i bet theirs gotta b some game ud like there
but no i just had an arcade date so thats off the list
im not dressing up tho
black tie dinner every nite is alreddy annoying enuff
i herd theres a zoo that shows up sometimes
i bet theirs gotta b some game ud like there
but no i just had an arcade date so thats off the list
im not dressing up tho
black tie dinner every nite is alreddy annoying enuff
i herd theres a zoo that shows up sometimes
( nerd!!!!!! )
idk ive never been eithr
would u hav an exisstencial crisis if their were
idk ive never been eithr
would u hav an exisstencial crisis if their were
[The laugh makes something twist in Koby's chest, with the sudden awareness that this is another connection he'd fear losing, one unlike any other in the house, unlike anything Koby's ever really had before. Louis had been missed during the week, just as much as Quentin or Nami or Tim or anyone else had been.
So Koby lets himself burrow into the broad shoulder he's already soaked with tears, welcomes in the soft thrum of his aura, green and deep and rich like the earth buried beneath the snow, like the rustling leaves of the trees Louis has told him about, the moss that drips from them like veils. He hitches on another sob, shoulders going slack as he gives himself over to the pain, the horror of the last week. The soft blush of his thoughts slips into that for a moment, an echoing ripple of the shattering agony in that first moment, the disorientation, the way he'd thought himself in the Marine barracks, the village, the damp, stinking hold of a ship. Always the hold, at the core of everything, the rotten terror that made up his bones.
But it doesn't stay for more than an instant, banished by the steady, protective movement of Louis's hand up and down the length of Koby's shivering spine, again and again. It's gone, it's done, it can't reach him here. Nothing could, nothing would even get close with Louis here. That conviction settles, warm and comforting and banishing the tremble from his limbs.
Soft, gently concerned:] You did? I'm sorry, I didn't even think -- it didn't hurt you, did it?
So Koby lets himself burrow into the broad shoulder he's already soaked with tears, welcomes in the soft thrum of his aura, green and deep and rich like the earth buried beneath the snow, like the rustling leaves of the trees Louis has told him about, the moss that drips from them like veils. He hitches on another sob, shoulders going slack as he gives himself over to the pain, the horror of the last week. The soft blush of his thoughts slips into that for a moment, an echoing ripple of the shattering agony in that first moment, the disorientation, the way he'd thought himself in the Marine barracks, the village, the damp, stinking hold of a ship. Always the hold, at the core of everything, the rotten terror that made up his bones.
But it doesn't stay for more than an instant, banished by the steady, protective movement of Louis's hand up and down the length of Koby's shivering spine, again and again. It's gone, it's done, it can't reach him here. Nothing could, nothing would even get close with Louis here. That conviction settles, warm and comforting and banishing the tremble from his limbs.
Soft, gently concerned:] You did? I'm sorry, I didn't even think -- it didn't hurt you, did it?
[ Come Christmas Eve, Gale delivers two fully-filled notebooks, tied with a sparkling bow. Cumulatively, they contain everything he knows of ki and can recall from memory (which is rather a lot, actually).
He also attaches a note in cramped-yet-tidy scrawl: ]
He also attaches a note in cramped-yet-tidy scrawl: ]
Koby,
I'm certain you have received many gifts — and deserve them — in honour of the festive season and your birthday both, so I thought it better to offer my services in lieu of something tangible.
When you next miss the sea, seek me out, and I shall bring it to you. It won't be real, but it will feel that way, from the crisp salt air to the crashing waves.
Thank you again for the warm welcome.
Your friend,
Gale
Edited 2024-12-19 19:40 (UTC)
No, doesn't hurt. Just felt you - told Shanks to tell me if either of you needed anything.
[ which it had been a miracle that they hadn't fought it out, anyway, after werewolf. things have never been easy with them since then, but he can't blame him. not after nami, not after all the killing.
louis gives koby a soft squeeze and lets him get the tears and feelings out, bumping his mind against koby's warmly once the worst of it passes. he pulls away from the hug, hands steadying on the younger man's shoulders and ducking his head, peering at him. ]
You keep that chin up, you got it? Now dry your face off and let's get to that walk. Get you to my rooms and you can pick from the books there. Admit I've probably held on to a few too many at this point.
[ he reaches to wipe a tear away himself, even ruffle koby's hair sweetly. ]
[ which it had been a miracle that they hadn't fought it out, anyway, after werewolf. things have never been easy with them since then, but he can't blame him. not after nami, not after all the killing.
louis gives koby a soft squeeze and lets him get the tears and feelings out, bumping his mind against koby's warmly once the worst of it passes. he pulls away from the hug, hands steadying on the younger man's shoulders and ducking his head, peering at him. ]
You keep that chin up, you got it? Now dry your face off and let's get to that walk. Get you to my rooms and you can pick from the books there. Admit I've probably held on to a few too many at this point.
[ he reaches to wipe a tear away himself, even ruffle koby's hair sweetly. ]
It's not that couple gifts are inherently weird, but putting our initials on them is.
Sorry, I like them, I do. They're beautiful.
But it's really personal, you know? If someone is walking around with my name on him, it should be because I gave it to him. It would be really inappropriate if we hadn't done it ourselves already.
But it's really personal, you know? If someone is walking around with my name on him, it should be because I gave it to him. It would be really inappropriate if we hadn't done it ourselves already.
You're lucky I went with a ring, or I'd have to throttle you.
Four? Koby.
Four? Koby.
No, don't do that. I like it. I'm wearing it now.
Not that kind of ring.
Your smile doesn't look sick to me.
Not that kind of ring.
Your smile doesn't look sick to me.
I wouldn't let anyone else do it. But I'm not upset. Even if it's weird.
Well, yes. Nevermind.
Oh. Right. I forget sometimes, sorry.
Well, yes. Nevermind.
Oh. Right. I forget sometimes, sorry.
Oh. Well, "weird" is acceptable. I probably gave out a lot of "weird" things. I got Quentin five things and hid them all over the house.
Is "ring" a euphemism now???
No, no, it's all right. Sort of nice that it isn't the first thing you think of when you think of me, actually.
Is "ring" a euphemism now???
No, no, it's all right. Sort of nice that it isn't the first thing you think of when you think of me, actually.
that’s cute. Was he patient enough to find them all or did he stop to get your clothes off halfway through?
No, it’s not
okay, wait. Why were you surprised?
We were already close before I knew about that. It's not like it canceled out everything I already knew about you.
No, it’s not
okay, wait. Why were you surprised?
We were already close before I knew about that. It's not like it canceled out everything I already knew about you.
Well, I was gone when he woke up, and it took him all over the house, and while he was gone I finished moving my stuff in. I moved in. That's my gift. I think he liked it.
I mean, he definitely liked it. I was terrified, but.
He liked it.
If I ask someone modern later and they tell me it's a euphemism, I'm sending you a very long message.
Well, rings are a big deal. Sometimes. For some people.
I know. But it has, before. With other people. You're different, I know you're different, but it's hard to forget that fear. You know?
I mean, he definitely liked it. I was terrified, but.
He liked it.
If I ask someone modern later and they tell me it's a euphemism, I'm sending you a very long message.
Well, rings are a big deal. Sometimes. For some people.
I know. But it has, before. With other people. You're different, I know you're different, but it's hard to forget that fear. You know?
Awww. I love that. I'll miss your room though.
Well...yes, they are. But there's levels to it. It's not an engagement ring.
Yeah, I get that. You know etiquette isn't just for girls though, right?
Well...yes, they are. But there's levels to it. It's not an engagement ring.
Yeah, I get that. You know etiquette isn't just for girls though, right?
[ Erik, not being a Christmas man, struggles a little with this, but he is doing his best! Left for Koby is a handful of gifts:
🧲 A fine glass for drinking out of, with a metal rim decorated in the shapes of waves.There's no note. ]
🧲 One set of handcuffs, with the same wave design across them.
🧲 Some notebooks and pens of various colours.
🧲 One very fancy looking scarf, in a nice blue colour.
Well, you're welcome to set them on fire if you REALLY want to. I've relocated all my supplies to a secret location.
Levels? There are levels? How many? How do you advance? What are the rules?
I know, yes. I did much better in the gender-neutral part of it. Being polite, saying please and thank you, opening doors for people. It was the "husband-catching" part I failed over and over.
Levels? There are levels? How many? How do you advance? What are the rules?
I know, yes. I did much better in the gender-neutral part of it. Being polite, saying please and thank you, opening doors for people. It was the "husband-catching" part I failed over and over.
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