trueltning_fury | Prose log with Sigurd

Who:

pirate_sigurd
When: this evening
Where: their room on the ship (yes, THEIRS!)
What: a little fluff, and some talking about things

A chilly spring rain lashed against the windows above Geddoe's head as he sat at the desk in his room, putting the finishing touches on a document. The room seemed warmer than usual, with the dark of night and the rain outside, new colorful runners and a rug placed inside. He'd let those come in with Sigurd - they weren't frilly. Geddoe checked over his paperwork, wanting it done before Sigurd came in...came home, to their room, any minute now.

Sigurd had a hell of a day. Between Euram's tantrums and his duties doing apothecary work for Apple, he'd worn himself thin. He thought a majority of the work would have been done with now that most all of the injured had healed. But it seems allergies were quite common in these parts...He tossed his coat onto a chair and went strait to their shared bed, plopping down with a sigh.

Capping the inkwell, Geddoe turned to his companion and had to ask the stupid question. "Long day, love?"

"Long as I am and twice as frustrating, I'm sure," he mumbled into a pillow.

Geddoe got up and moved the two or three steps it took him to get from the desk to the bed, easing himself down beside Sigurd and running his hand up along the young man's back with a soothing motion. "Let me take a wild guess," he murmured, having seen part of it while out earlier. "Euram still giving you an earful?"

"Yes. That and everyone and their mother has the sniffles from allergies," he groaned, though he made a pleased noise at the motion on his back ."Oh, please, that feels good," he whimpered.

"I can put a little more effort into it," Geddoe offered, for the moment only scratching the center of Sigurd's back with one hand. "Like I said, I'm no expert...but I'll take any excuse to have my hands on you."

"Oh you dog you," Sigurd chuckled, moaning a bit at the gentle touch. How nice it was to have this sort of affection after a long day. "So, how has your time been?"

"Productive, I guess," Geddoe replied as he leaned over Sigurd in order to rub his back with his large hands, making gentle circles over the parts that probably were the most tired from standing half the day. "I've been getting my papers in order to put in for leave from the Defense Force, and to get permission to recruit."

"Ah...that's good...getting back to work will be good for you," Sigurd mumbled, drooling on to the pillow as those hands brought him sweet sweet blissful relief from the stress of his day.

Geddoe chuckled a little at his lover's reactions. He may not have been an expert, but he knew enough, and it pleased him to see it working. "I suppose," he said idly. "We don't work much in the winters, usually...travel is too hard. But I've been getting used to...this." He gave Sigurd's neck and shoulder a good squeeze.

"Ahhhhh...," Sigurd said in a long vowel, both a confirmation as well as a noise of pleasure from the tension being released in his neck.

Geddoe was quiet for a moment as he concentrated on that spot, kneading his thumbs at the base of Sigurd's neck and up along the nape, taking his cues from Sigurd's sighs. "That's not too hard, is it?" he wondered cautiously - since hands like his could just as easily snap a neck as soothe it.

"Oh no...it...yeah, it feels good...thank you love, I really appreciate this," he said with a slight whine as more of that tension left him. Geddoe had pretty skilled hands...no means a professional, but definitely a man whom knew how to rub a man the right way.

Splaying his hands out over Sigurd's shoulderblades, Geddoe couldn't help but smile to himself at the encouragement - not to mention, the way he got to explore more of his lover's body this way, as innocently as possible. Being chaste wasn't so bad after all - they still got plenty of each other, touch and taste. "Well," he said modestly, "you know I don't like to see you suffer. Even the little things."

"Ah, but with each touch you leave me suffering for more, no?" Sigurd laughed, making light of Geddoe's words as he let out another pleased moan. "You can stop now if you like. I feel significantly better."

"In other words, 'let me up?'" Geddoe teased back, drawing his hands slowly away. He straightened up but remained sitting on the side of the bed. "As long as I've done my job."

Sigurd crawled over to Geddoe's lap to rest his head on the other man's thigh, sighing happily and wrapping his arms about him. Such a wonderful, wonderful man he had...

Geddoe placed one hand on Sigurd's head and began combing his fingers through his black hair, reclining just enough to accept and encourage his comfortable position, pillowed on his thigh like that. "You're so precious to me, you know that?" he murmured.

"I know...I know...," Sigurd said with a relaxed sound. A nap sounded delicious about this time, curled against Geddoe and just...taking in all that his lover was...all of that comforting essence that helped him get through his days sometimes.

"And now that I've got you all relaxed," Geddoe said ruefully, sighing. "There's something on my mind, I need to share with you." At least he didn't stop combing through Sigurd's hair when he said it, trying to keep him at peace.

Oh boy...why did he need to be relaxed to hear this? He hoped for the best but there was still a hint of nervousness when he spoke, not certain what Geddoe had to say. "What is it, love?"

Geddoe heaved a long sigh; he'd been thinking for a few days how to explain it, but hadn't come up with the best words yet. "It's not trouble," he began. "Not yet, anyway. Wyatt has...decided to take off for a while to try and keep it from turning into trouble. It's...his past, well, our pasts, catching up with us."

"Not trouble?" Sigurd said sarcastically as he turned around to face Geddoe with a dead pan look. He believed that for about a second if anything. "That hardly sounds like it's 'not trouble', Geddoe."

Geddoe met his gaze and decided not to hedge. Sigurd deserved his honesty. "Have you heard of the Howling Voice Guild?" he asked seriously. "Harmonia's elite enforcers."

"I've heard whispers of them before...they either did not exist yet or simply never saw a need to visit the Islands in my day. I am to understand, though, that Lady Elza was a former agent of theirs?" he spoke calmly, a slight smile on his lips. "I can only assume they are on your trail for something?"

"They would be, if the powers that be in Harmonia saw fit to pursue me aggressively," Geddoe replied sourly. "That's right, Elza was one...so was Nash, back in the day. The Guild are the ones who were sent after us when we went underground after the war. They never found me, or the Flame Champion...but they got so close to Wyatt that he had to fake his death and leave his family in Zexen."

"...I see...," Sigurd said, his face growing deadly serious then. He did not look at Geddoe...but instead processed that information and his thoughts on it.

Geddoe moved his hand back to Sigurd's neck and stroked his hair again, seeking comfort in the gentle motion. "I don't really understand how or why, but Wyatt picked up their attention on his last visit to Vinay del Zexay. He warned me about it - said he'd take a journey to divert their attention, so they don't find out about all the True Runes here. So, we're safe...but I'm on the alert."

"If they come, I suppose all that training will pay off then," Sigurd said in all sincerity, a weak smile on his face as he accepted the small comfort. "I don't plan on idling by again..."

"I don't want to have to put you in that position," Geddoe said quietly, looking down at Sigurd where he reclined against him. "After all, True Lightning is my burden to bear, no one else's. But it would ease my mind greatly to know that you were there with me, that I didn't have to hide any of that from you to spare you. I can't do what Wyatt did...I can't leave you."

"And you won't have to. You know I'm more than capable of defending myself against all sorts. So don't doubt for a moment that I'm with you on this all the way, Geddoe. I love you too much not to be," Sigurd smiled softly up to Geddoe, raising a hand to gently brush his cheek.

"That makes me feel...a lot better, actually, to hear it from you," Geddoe admitted. "I could have made assumptions, but...sometimes it's good to hear it." His head tilted toward the caress, and his good eye closed. "It still bothers me to think I might be putting you at risk, though. I don't want to see anything happen to you, because of me."

"Geddoe, who do you think you're talking to? My entire life has been lived at risk of one thing or another, be it physical peril or heartbreak...I'm not afraid of danger and I never should be, not so long as I have you," Sigurd said proudly.

Geddoe blushed faintly at his enthusiasm. "I know," he said, "but it isn't going to stop me from worrying, somewhere deep down inside. Alone, I could face all of that without fear that someone I cared about was going to get caught in the middle." He moved to gather Sigurd into his arms. "But I'm glad I don't have to face it alone, now. For all the risk...I'd rather have you with me."

"Exactly...so try not to fret, okay?" Sigurd responded, returning Geddoe's affectionate embrace.

Geddoe relaxed into Sigurd's arms, closing his eye again. "I'll do my best," he said softly. "At least that kind of danger isn't imminent. It may pass. It may not come for years. Just...I thought I ought to tell you, so you're prepared."

"Thank you...now what say you to a nap?" Sigurd said softly, kissing Geddoe's cheek with a tender peck.

"That sounds like a good idea. It's that kind of day." Geddoe was already out of his leathers, not expecting to leave the room for a while. He just had to kick off his boots, which he left beside the bed in a heap. At that moment, a peal of thunder rolled across the lake, and Geddoe shivered involuntarily.

Sigurd, of course, instinctively pulled Geddoe closer to him as he attempted to make the bed as comfortable for the other man as possible. Come what may, he would stand by Geddoe's side no matter what the consequences. That was his promise to the man he loved...and to himself as well. No longer would he run.

Geddoe curled up next to Sigurd, draping an arm over him. That brief moment of thunder made him smile to himself, moreso because of the man beside him. "It's easier to sleep with a clear mind," he mumbled. "You're too good to me, Sigurd."

"I think I'm right about what you deserve, old man," Sigurd chuckled, claiming Geddoe's lips in a goodnight kiss of sorts.

Geddoe couldn't disagree with that, particularly not when he was being kissed like that. Another faint grumble of thunder sounded, and for a moment, Geddoe's kiss ranged deeper, more passionately, though it trailed away along with the sound outside. He settled comfortably against Sigurd with a sigh and a smile. "Thank you, love."