if you were bothering me, tigress, i wouldn't hide it from you
[truthfully speaking, after some of the most recent disappearances - and, despite his unwillingness to face it, everything with jack - he's feeling especially alone here. that kind of thing might pass, but it's mostly up to chance, and he doesn't think it's fair if either one of them puts all of that feeling on the other. but so far it hasn't seemed like she was doing that to him.]
[it's only fair, but he still takes his damn time answering.]
same as you
[it's simply not in him to write out the words I miss them. he might say it to her, if she asked in person, but watching the letters appear one at a time grates like sandpaper on his soul.]
there was a time when i thought survival was the only thing that mattered
Tigers arenât natural climbers but humans are, and the mix, plus her natural grace means sheâs comfortable climbing.
Sheâs wearing a bikini top and a pair of cut off jean shorts, which means no tail to give her extra balance. It takes about twenty minutes after that comment for her to head spot heâs at, a bag with a snack and a bottle of water looped over her shoulder and her hair tied up in a scarf.
She sits nearby, just a few feet away, and her hands already itch to touch him.]
Give me a kiss?
[She asks, as she looks up at him, taking the bag off her back and offering him the bottle of water.[
[he pauses when he notices her presence, and then resumes while she makes her way to his platform, and then stops again to greet her, leaning in with a little smirk to kiss her. he's already left his shirt draped from a knot in the trunk, even though he hasn't yet worked up a sweat. mostly he seems to be fiddling with the ropes.
he gratefully takes the water.]
Did you come intending to help, or just to keep me company?
[She returns that kiss. She didn't train him to do that, to kiss her whenever they saw each other, but she does suspect that there is a part of him that gets a thrill from it. She wonders if he's ever had anyone who let him be as affectionate as he wanted to be in his entire life.
It tugs her stomach a little.
She smiles up at him.]
I could help, but you know I'm bad at knots and I'm worse at hammers.
[She doesn't really go for finesse when it comes to hammering, preferring, you know. Brutal smashing.]
Not really. Just sit there and look beautiful for me.
[and make sure he hydrates.
he is mostly working with knots at this point. the platform they're on is broader than most of the others on the course, built to hold only one person at a time, maybe two if they both had really good balance. this one is big enough for him to take a seat beside her, at a comfortable distance to letting one leg dangle over the side.]
[She hums a little at the task, and then moves just so she can take her shoes - slip-on sneakers, nothing fancy - off and set them aside. She wiggles her toes as she drops her legs off the side of the platform, and then takes out a breakfast sandwich from her bag. She half unwraps it and holds it out and up for Charles to take a bite before she takes one for herself.
She sits there in silence for a moment.]
You know how I knew I loved you? I mean beyond the fact that I couldnât get my hands off you and the idea of not having you around made me really mad?
[breakfast sandwiches are one of the greatest inventions of the last three hundred years, change his mind
(that's right, he's older than sandwiches)
the question makes him glance toward her with fond amusement. the charm of these moods on her has shown no signs of wearing off. he doesn't answer, but arches an eyebrow at her with interest.]
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[She woke up and he wasnât there, which isnât altogether unusual since she sleeps more than he does and he, you know. Has things to do.]
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all right. ill leave something so you know it's me and not the city
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Iâm not being unreasonable. That isnât stupid.
[She is not looking to start a fight.
Sheâs looking for some reassurance because she doesnât recognize this feeling.]
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i assumed that sharp nose of yours would tell you which direction i went, but the city can still do a lot with that
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I canât stalk you. I mean, yes, I can, but I probably shouldnât.
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Anymore.
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But theyâre honest with each other.]
That youâre the only thing they could take from me that would make me break. That I refuse to be quiet, but I know the cost.
That everyone else they took was warning.
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so like i said. i'll leave a note
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[Typing. Dots. Dots.]
I know I haven't really let you out of my sight much the past few weeks.
Has that bothered you?
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[truthfully speaking, after some of the most recent disappearances - and, despite his unwillingness to face it, everything with jack - he's feeling especially alone here. that kind of thing might pass, but it's mostly up to chance, and he doesn't think it's fair if either one of them puts all of that feeling on the other. but so far it hasn't seemed like she was doing that to him.]
it means something to me, that you're close
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What are you thinking?
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same as you
[it's simply not in him to write out the words I miss them. he might say it to her, if she asked in person, but watching the letters appear one at a time grates like sandpaper on his soul.]
there was a time when i thought survival was the only thing that mattered
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[that's a yes, but he's at the far end of the site, 50 feet up the last tree, constructing the final leg of the course. the heads up seems polite.]
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Tigers arenât natural climbers but humans are, and the mix, plus her natural grace means sheâs comfortable climbing.
Sheâs wearing a bikini top and a pair of cut off jean shorts, which means no tail to give her extra balance. It takes about twenty minutes after that comment for her to head spot heâs at, a bag with a snack and a bottle of water looped over her shoulder and her hair tied up in a scarf.
She sits nearby, just a few feet away, and her hands already itch to touch him.]
Give me a kiss?
[She asks, as she looks up at him, taking the bag off her back and offering him the bottle of water.[
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he gratefully takes the water.]
Did you come intending to help, or just to keep me company?
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It tugs her stomach a little.
She smiles up at him.]
I could help, but you know I'm bad at knots and I'm worse at hammers.
[She doesn't really go for finesse when it comes to hammering, preferring, you know. Brutal smashing.]
Do you have a Daphne-shaped task?
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Not really. Just sit there and look beautiful for me.
[and make sure he hydrates.
he is mostly working with knots at this point. the platform they're on is broader than most of the others on the course, built to hold only one person at a time, maybe two if they both had really good balance. this one is big enough for him to take a seat beside her, at a comfortable distance to letting one leg dangle over the side.]
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She sits there in silence for a moment.]
You know how I knew I loved you? I mean beyond the fact that I couldnât get my hands off you and the idea of not having you around made me really mad?
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(that's right, he's older than sandwiches)
the question makes him glance toward her with fond amusement. the charm of these moods on her has shown no signs of wearing off. he doesn't answer, but arches an eyebrow at her with interest.]
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She recognizes his moods and his ease as much as anything. There are times heâs not so receptive, but itâs never with her.]
It was one day, when I realized that even if you and I spending time together didnât end in sex, it was still going to be the best part of my day.
[She takes another bite, chews.]
That sitting with you and watching you do something I absolutely have no skill in didnât bore me like it does with most everyone else.
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