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trueltning_fury) wrote2008-03-05 07:06 pm
trueltning_fury) wrote2008-03-05 07:06 pm
Prose log with Sigurd
Who: trueltning_fury and pirate_sigurd
When: a couple days after this
Where: Sigurd's room
What: a bit of fluff
It was funny, how a little motivation could change Geddoe from wanting to remain closed in his room to being eager to push himself to his limit. He didn't care how much effort it took, he bundled himself in a cloak and made his way across the grounds to the inn, treading carefully because of the footing in the snow. If Sigurd wasn't allowed to attend to him, he was going to go to Sigurd, one way or another.
Sigurd was resting in his room, having greatly enjoyed the soup that Kinnison had been kind enough to provide for him. He felt his chest was beginning to finally clear up, but he would still go into the occasional coughing fit. Resting on his bed with his shirt open and a aroma salve on his chest, he was trying anything he could to get healthy again.
Geddoe took the stairs slowly and paused at the top, just for a moment's rest, but he was almost there. He had no trouble remembering which room it was. A smile came to his face as he rapped on the door with his knuckles and said, "Sigurd? Mind if I come in?"
Ah...now that was a nice thing to hear. "Let yourself in!" he called back happily
Geddoe slipped inside, flinching briefly at the bright decor - ah, right, should have remembered that part - and closed the door behind him. "Look, I made it all the way here," he said with some humor. "All by myself."
"That's good to know that your recovery has gone so well, love," Sigurd smiled, pulling himself up to a sitting position. "You'll have to pardon the state of things...I've been in here awhile."
A ripple of delight shivered up Geddoe's back, hearing the term of endearment spoken so easily of him. He unwrapped the cloak and draped it on a chair, coming over to sit on the side of the bed. "That's all right. You've seen plenty of my room."
"I'm certain this must be a hell of a change for you, being cooped up in your domicile for so long," Sigurd chuckled, coughing slightly.
"You have no idea," Geddoe said wryly, pulling off his gloves so he could reach to touch Sigurd's cheek. "I don't even really have a home to be cooped up in. Not outside Budehuc."
"I should take you to see the Nest sometime...that is if it's still there," Sigurd said with a sigh, his hand moving up to hold the one that caressed him so...he rubbed the fingers gently.
Geddoe smiled quietly at the tender gesture. "You know, I'd like to. See where you grew up, that is."
"Well, I didn't really grow up at the Nest. That would be Middleport...which I'm not certain would appeal to you. It's fairly high brow and artsy...not really the place someone like you would be comfortable in, you know?" he explained with a light chuckle.
"I don't know, I've spent more than one night in Vinay del Zexay," Geddoe said teasingly. "But I'm interested to see the Island Nations. After meeting you, and the others from there...I'm curious." He flicked at the gold earring in Sigurd's ear. "You'd take me?"
Sigurd winced slightly, grabbing at his ear and shooting Geddoe a look. "Of course I'd take you...I mean...I've been wanting to see what all has changed in the last 200 years. I want to know what all has become of my homeland..."
Geddoe smirked, but didn't tease him any further. "I don't blame you. Well, if you do make plans to that effect...consider me part of your crew. Come to think of it..." He frowned slightly. "I did promise to show you around the Grasslands in the spring, didn't I? Back when you first arrived here..."
"I do remember that, love," Sigurd said, grinning softly. "A sea of a field...I have never seen such a thing with my eyes. It would be amazing. You'll have to forgive me if I get lost in all that you would normally see as mundane."
"The same will happen when I'm out on the open ocean for the first time," Geddoe noted. "Turnabout's fair play." He reached to brush his fingertips along Sigurd's cheek again, though the open shirt was tempting him with thoughts of wandering lower. "Then, when the snows are off, we'll have to consider it. Which trip to take first."
"Well, just taking me out to the grasslands will cost you considerably less," Sigurd laughed.
"Maybe," Geddoe shrugged. "But is it really about cost? We can recoup it on the journey." He smiled vaguely. "It's more than just seeing the Grasslands. There are places important to me, here. The way the Nest is important to you."
"Showing me your world, eh?" Sigurd said, his smile brightening further.
"Pretty much." Seeing that smile again, not hidden, made Geddoe smile in return and glance his fingers across Sigurd's lips. "It's nice to see you happy, again, Sigurd."
Sigurd kissed gently at Geddoe's fingertips, closing his eyes and just sighing with content. "It's nice to FEEL happy again...my entire body ached during those days of indecision...breaking Bernadette's heart didn't help either..."
"No, I would imagine not. But you've tortured yourself enough over it. It's time all of us got past it, or none would heal." Geddoe shifted closer and slid an arm around the other man's waist, just wanting to be close to him. "Including me."
"You want to lay down? Because I can scoot over," Sigurd said with a light chuckle, motioning to the arm around his waist.
"I think this battered old body would like that," Geddoe said dryly.
Sigurd moved over to the far side of the bed, patting the spot next to him. He had missed the physical comfort...and he rather wanted now that he could have it with no guilt that he was just using Geddoe. "This sick old body would love it," he laughed.
Geddoe kicked off his boots and stretched out alongside Sigurd, stiff but not nearly as sore as he had been in recent days. It was almost instinct to gather the other man into his arms in that position. "Are you feeling any better?" he worried.
"Infections like these tend to last weeks...and I've had it for about a week already," he said quietly in their proximity. He nuzzled his head into Geddoe's shoulder, finding that spot to be the most comforting him...his "happy" place so to speak.
"Well, that's no good," Geddoe said with as much sympathy as he could. "I'd hate being sick that long." He curled his arm around Sigurd's back and reached to comb his fingers through his black hair. "Does that mean I have to wait weeks to kiss you, if I don't want to get sick?"
Sigurd laughed softly, kissing at Geddoe's neck lightly. "The infection is most likely to spread through mucus...so I think a kiss is safe," he said, blushing slightly.
Geddoe raised an eyebrow, but decided not to make any comments that would ruin the mood. "You would know better than I, you're the one who works in the infirmary," he noted before picking up his head and kissing Sigurd gently.
Sigurd cherished that kiss, loving the very sensations it brought. He could enjoy this now with no guilt, no worry that it was only given to him through selfish demands. He even felt bold enough to part Geddoe's lips with his tongue, seeking out further affection. It felt right...it felt like love.
Geddoe allowed him in, taking his time, kissing slowly and gently. It was a new thing for him, this patience, the kiss being a reward unto itself. There was no need to rush, not with all the time in the world laid out for them. Besides, having Sigurd so close, able to touch him and breathe his scent, without the fear that it could be the last time...what more did he need?
After a moment, Sigurd parted their lips, his eyes slightly teared and his smile so sincere. "I love you, Geddoe," he said in a whisper.
Geddoe nipped one more small kiss from him. "And I love you," he murmured back. "With all my heart."
"I no longer have to feel guilty about this...it's a great feeling," Sigurd responded, his cheeks tinting slightly.
"I guess that means...I really am what you want," Geddoe smiled. "You don't know how that makes me feel."
"I would hope that's a good feeling," Sigurd chuckled, raising a hand to gently brush Geddoe's cheek.
"Very good," Geddoe murmured, leaning into the caress. "I've spent my whole life avoiding it, for foolish reasons. It's good to know old dogs can learn new tricks, after all." He combed a hand into Sigurd's hair. "I won't throw it away for anything."
"And neither will I...though I haven't gone nearly as long without as you have, love...I want to make this worth fighting for," he said, sighing happily.
Touched, Geddoe found himself smiling all over again, like he hadn't smiled in years. "I like it when you call me that," he murmured, tracing around Sigurd's earlobe and barely nicking the earring again.
"Well, I'll have to remember you call you that often," Sigurd smiled brightly, feeling his sickness growing more and more distant from himself. It was as if these moments of gentle affection were curing him...
The old mercenary laughed a bit, a deep, rumbly chuckle. "Now, if I could just think up a way to return the favor..."
"You needn't say anything...just...you just make me so happy being here and holding me...," Sigurd said, nuzzling once more into Geddoe's shoulder. "I didn't think I'd ever find someone like you in my life, after all."
Geddoe wrapped his arms around him and squeezed him tight. "Likewise," he whispered. "Never in all my years did I think it would come to this." He placed his lips beside Sigurd's ear and added, "I look forward to every step of the journey ahead."
"May it be long and prosperous," Sigurd said, a small and joyful tear rolling down his cheek as he captured Geddoe's lips once more.
trueltning_fury and pirate_sigurd When: a couple days after this
Where: Sigurd's room
What: a bit of fluff
It was funny, how a little motivation could change Geddoe from wanting to remain closed in his room to being eager to push himself to his limit. He didn't care how much effort it took, he bundled himself in a cloak and made his way across the grounds to the inn, treading carefully because of the footing in the snow. If Sigurd wasn't allowed to attend to him, he was going to go to Sigurd, one way or another.
Sigurd was resting in his room, having greatly enjoyed the soup that Kinnison had been kind enough to provide for him. He felt his chest was beginning to finally clear up, but he would still go into the occasional coughing fit. Resting on his bed with his shirt open and a aroma salve on his chest, he was trying anything he could to get healthy again.
Geddoe took the stairs slowly and paused at the top, just for a moment's rest, but he was almost there. He had no trouble remembering which room it was. A smile came to his face as he rapped on the door with his knuckles and said, "Sigurd? Mind if I come in?"
Ah...now that was a nice thing to hear. "Let yourself in!" he called back happily
Geddoe slipped inside, flinching briefly at the bright decor - ah, right, should have remembered that part - and closed the door behind him. "Look, I made it all the way here," he said with some humor. "All by myself."
"That's good to know that your recovery has gone so well, love," Sigurd smiled, pulling himself up to a sitting position. "You'll have to pardon the state of things...I've been in here awhile."
A ripple of delight shivered up Geddoe's back, hearing the term of endearment spoken so easily of him. He unwrapped the cloak and draped it on a chair, coming over to sit on the side of the bed. "That's all right. You've seen plenty of my room."
"I'm certain this must be a hell of a change for you, being cooped up in your domicile for so long," Sigurd chuckled, coughing slightly.
"You have no idea," Geddoe said wryly, pulling off his gloves so he could reach to touch Sigurd's cheek. "I don't even really have a home to be cooped up in. Not outside Budehuc."
"I should take you to see the Nest sometime...that is if it's still there," Sigurd said with a sigh, his hand moving up to hold the one that caressed him so...he rubbed the fingers gently.
Geddoe smiled quietly at the tender gesture. "You know, I'd like to. See where you grew up, that is."
"Well, I didn't really grow up at the Nest. That would be Middleport...which I'm not certain would appeal to you. It's fairly high brow and artsy...not really the place someone like you would be comfortable in, you know?" he explained with a light chuckle.
"I don't know, I've spent more than one night in Vinay del Zexay," Geddoe said teasingly. "But I'm interested to see the Island Nations. After meeting you, and the others from there...I'm curious." He flicked at the gold earring in Sigurd's ear. "You'd take me?"
Sigurd winced slightly, grabbing at his ear and shooting Geddoe a look. "Of course I'd take you...I mean...I've been wanting to see what all has changed in the last 200 years. I want to know what all has become of my homeland..."
Geddoe smirked, but didn't tease him any further. "I don't blame you. Well, if you do make plans to that effect...consider me part of your crew. Come to think of it..." He frowned slightly. "I did promise to show you around the Grasslands in the spring, didn't I? Back when you first arrived here..."
"I do remember that, love," Sigurd said, grinning softly. "A sea of a field...I have never seen such a thing with my eyes. It would be amazing. You'll have to forgive me if I get lost in all that you would normally see as mundane."
"The same will happen when I'm out on the open ocean for the first time," Geddoe noted. "Turnabout's fair play." He reached to brush his fingertips along Sigurd's cheek again, though the open shirt was tempting him with thoughts of wandering lower. "Then, when the snows are off, we'll have to consider it. Which trip to take first."
"Well, just taking me out to the grasslands will cost you considerably less," Sigurd laughed.
"Maybe," Geddoe shrugged. "But is it really about cost? We can recoup it on the journey." He smiled vaguely. "It's more than just seeing the Grasslands. There are places important to me, here. The way the Nest is important to you."
"Showing me your world, eh?" Sigurd said, his smile brightening further.
"Pretty much." Seeing that smile again, not hidden, made Geddoe smile in return and glance his fingers across Sigurd's lips. "It's nice to see you happy, again, Sigurd."
Sigurd kissed gently at Geddoe's fingertips, closing his eyes and just sighing with content. "It's nice to FEEL happy again...my entire body ached during those days of indecision...breaking Bernadette's heart didn't help either..."
"No, I would imagine not. But you've tortured yourself enough over it. It's time all of us got past it, or none would heal." Geddoe shifted closer and slid an arm around the other man's waist, just wanting to be close to him. "Including me."
"You want to lay down? Because I can scoot over," Sigurd said with a light chuckle, motioning to the arm around his waist.
"I think this battered old body would like that," Geddoe said dryly.
Sigurd moved over to the far side of the bed, patting the spot next to him. He had missed the physical comfort...and he rather wanted now that he could have it with no guilt that he was just using Geddoe. "This sick old body would love it," he laughed.
Geddoe kicked off his boots and stretched out alongside Sigurd, stiff but not nearly as sore as he had been in recent days. It was almost instinct to gather the other man into his arms in that position. "Are you feeling any better?" he worried.
"Infections like these tend to last weeks...and I've had it for about a week already," he said quietly in their proximity. He nuzzled his head into Geddoe's shoulder, finding that spot to be the most comforting him...his "happy" place so to speak.
"Well, that's no good," Geddoe said with as much sympathy as he could. "I'd hate being sick that long." He curled his arm around Sigurd's back and reached to comb his fingers through his black hair. "Does that mean I have to wait weeks to kiss you, if I don't want to get sick?"
Sigurd laughed softly, kissing at Geddoe's neck lightly. "The infection is most likely to spread through mucus...so I think a kiss is safe," he said, blushing slightly.
Geddoe raised an eyebrow, but decided not to make any comments that would ruin the mood. "You would know better than I, you're the one who works in the infirmary," he noted before picking up his head and kissing Sigurd gently.
Sigurd cherished that kiss, loving the very sensations it brought. He could enjoy this now with no guilt, no worry that it was only given to him through selfish demands. He even felt bold enough to part Geddoe's lips with his tongue, seeking out further affection. It felt right...it felt like love.
Geddoe allowed him in, taking his time, kissing slowly and gently. It was a new thing for him, this patience, the kiss being a reward unto itself. There was no need to rush, not with all the time in the world laid out for them. Besides, having Sigurd so close, able to touch him and breathe his scent, without the fear that it could be the last time...what more did he need?
After a moment, Sigurd parted their lips, his eyes slightly teared and his smile so sincere. "I love you, Geddoe," he said in a whisper.
Geddoe nipped one more small kiss from him. "And I love you," he murmured back. "With all my heart."
"I no longer have to feel guilty about this...it's a great feeling," Sigurd responded, his cheeks tinting slightly.
"I guess that means...I really am what you want," Geddoe smiled. "You don't know how that makes me feel."
"I would hope that's a good feeling," Sigurd chuckled, raising a hand to gently brush Geddoe's cheek.
"Very good," Geddoe murmured, leaning into the caress. "I've spent my whole life avoiding it, for foolish reasons. It's good to know old dogs can learn new tricks, after all." He combed a hand into Sigurd's hair. "I won't throw it away for anything."
"And neither will I...though I haven't gone nearly as long without as you have, love...I want to make this worth fighting for," he said, sighing happily.
Touched, Geddoe found himself smiling all over again, like he hadn't smiled in years. "I like it when you call me that," he murmured, tracing around Sigurd's earlobe and barely nicking the earring again.
"Well, I'll have to remember you call you that often," Sigurd smiled brightly, feeling his sickness growing more and more distant from himself. It was as if these moments of gentle affection were curing him...
The old mercenary laughed a bit, a deep, rumbly chuckle. "Now, if I could just think up a way to return the favor..."
"You needn't say anything...just...you just make me so happy being here and holding me...," Sigurd said, nuzzling once more into Geddoe's shoulder. "I didn't think I'd ever find someone like you in my life, after all."
Geddoe wrapped his arms around him and squeezed him tight. "Likewise," he whispered. "Never in all my years did I think it would come to this." He placed his lips beside Sigurd's ear and added, "I look forward to every step of the journey ahead."
"May it be long and prosperous," Sigurd said, a small and joyful tear rolling down his cheek as he captured Geddoe's lips once more.