kobes | inbox for saltburnt

You looked too comfortable to wake. But I was hungry and had to piss something fierce.

No dragons, but there was quite the sea beast in your bed. Many armed, suctioning, relentless. It was harmless, though.

But tell me - everything else. I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re speaking of. I am a simple sailor, Commander. My body will rest but my mind is aflutter with questions - tell me all the everythings I don’t know.

[There's a moment of mustered courage, then:]
You could've come back. If you wanted to. Relentless, really? It's a miracle you survived, then. You're teasing me. But I'll be blunt: if you wanted to come over for reasons not having to do with cartography, that'd be okay. Actually, that's too mild. I'd like it. I'd like that a lot. I'm asking you to come back whenever you want, whyever you want. If that's something you want.

[Can Quentin feel him blushing from four doors down? Probably, which is why Koby's hiding his face in his pillow now.]

I assumed that all reasons not related to cartography might be approved, all things considered. What we did was hardly cartography, Commander.

Have you taken a breath? How red are you now? Has your lip bled for how you've bitten it to pieces?

[ teasing, teasing, teasing. ]

Whenever and whyever. That's a dangerous thing to say to a sailor, you know.

I wouldn't be OPPOSED to cartography too! Is what I mean!

[There's actually an affronted gasp, because -- Koby is absolutely blushing, holding his breath and biting his lip. Stop perceiving him, Quentin!]

My lips are perfectly fine, thank you very much for your concern. Why? Are you going to tie knots or swab some decks with me? [Koby.]

Oh, I have no complaints about your lips.

But if you would like me to demonstrate my ability to tie knots and swab your decks then who am I to say no, sweet Commander?

Good, I'm glad you approve. I think they've performed admirably. Though more practice is always good, right? That I walked into that one, I can't even be annoyed. Even if only part of that innuendo makes ANY sense. There's nothing seductive or sexy about swabbing decks.

Practice can improve even the best of techniques, yes.

But - you're simply not thinking creatively. Tell me, if your body is the veritable ship I am meant to sail upon, then why would I not find ways to maintain it?

Though I certainly don't have to.

I don't flatter myself by thinking I'm the best at anything. But I learn fast. And I want to learn. I didn't Know anything could feel like that. Until here. No, perhaps I'm not. Still, you're the more experienced navigator. Just sail me somewhere nice and I'll be happy. You're really only four doors down?

Then you should make your former lovers walk a plank into the sea.
It is an experience best shared equally, in whatever way that looks like.

Maybe it looks like two navigators both charting the unknown, with a spinning compass and strange lands on the horizon. I think it best they both try and sail for something nice.

And whether or not this house has decided to move my rooms, yes. Four doors down. Why do you ask?

I don't have any of those. I mean Besides the ones here, and they've all been very nice, so I wouldn't want to penalize any of them for my personal inexperience.

[Meaning -- yes, he was a virgin when arriving at Saltburnt. Somehow.]

How very treacherous. You're putting a lot of faith in my navigational skills, sight unseen. At least I have some of your work for reference, now. I just like knowing where you are. In case you need anything or in case you'd ever want me to visit. I like checking in on people. Is that okay?

[ there's something to be explored about the fact that koby is only beginning to experience the many of firsts here. something that makes quentin's stomach roil with heat. ]

I've seen the maps on your walls - your maps are elegant and precise. Do not undersell yourself.

But if you want to map out where I am and visit my shores then by all means - who am I to stop a handsome man from passing through my threshold. The company is nice - I'm unused to being on land for so long.

You noticed? When? [Koby hardly remembered that he had walls, in the midst of the decadent heat of the other night. Then again, Quentin had woken up first -- maybe he'd examined the maps then?] Thank you. This place gives me lots of practice. Me too. It has it's perks, though. I like the library. And the company, of course. Can I bring you anything?

You're a heavy sleeper, and I had to find my clothes. I got distracted on the journey.

[ he's nosy ]

You could bring anything you wish and my door would still be open to you. That's the fun in it, isn't it?

I'm not, usually. Normally I sleep very badly.

[But instead -- curled up like a kitten in Quentin's arms, dead to the world for hours and hours.]

The possibilities are limitless, yes, but I was more asking if you'd had breakfast. I'll start thinking bigger after you've eaten.

Well then, glad I could be of assistance.

[ oh yes, he's acknowledging that he likely fucked koby into a good night's rest. ]

I haven't. I'm currently enjoying the exquisite company of this fine bed and myself. But if you insist I have to play at breakfast before I play at having you for breakfast, then who am I to deny you, Commander?

I'm not going to deny that you helped, considerably. And didn't even hog the covers afterwards. So...thank you. I'm glad you understand the proper order of things. Any particular requests? For breakfast. The food kind.

Something sweet. Pink. Soft. Maybe a little crunch, a little bite.

Is that helpful?

I'm not sure if there's any grapefruit left, but I can check. Are you worried about scurvy, perhaps?

[Brat.]

Please do. I'm sure it will be ripe, the juice will drip down my chin and the taste will linger on my tongue all morning. I might have to have a second.

But no scurvy - are you? I would eat more grapefruit on your behalf.

[Pause because Koby's very nearly dropping the precariously balanced breakfast plates at that message.]

Toast. You get toast.

They cut their toast into triangles here. Slather them in butter, jam. I particularly enjoy strawberry jam.

What are you having?

Do you not like triangles? I'll bring the whole jar. Coffee, I think. I don't get hungry that often.

I enjoy them very much. Sticky sweet, jam overflowing. Sometimes going back for seconds, licking it off my fingers.

Bring something you enjoy. I’m sure you’ll be hungry and regret it.

Incorrigible. Don't get jam on the sheets, they'll be sticky for ages. I brought one of everything, in case. Open the door?

[And then: kicking at the door. Four down, like Quentin had said.]

[ the kick at the door makes him snort and he rolls out of bed, moves to open it. he's pleased to see koby even if he's balancing plates. quentin himself is only in a pair of low slung, black harem pants, nothing more. his room is tidy enough save for his bed, and there are a few things on the bedside table - paper, pens, a daisy from the garden.

there's a book of world maps and something that looks more like fiction on one side of his bed. ]

Want help with that? Or are you worried I'll get jam everywhere?

[ a grin, and he's reaching for a plate anyway. ]

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