RP > nostalgia strikes again

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ It is a relatively quiet day in the apartment of one Saga Laskaris- unless you were to wander into the kitchen. Then you would find all manner of things happening, dishes heaped up everywhere, and some very tantalizing smells coming from the sizzling skillets on the stove top. In the middle of it is Alabaster, in a simple t-shirt and jeans (and no shoes. Just socks), bustling back and forth, metallic arms zipping everywhere. ]

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[gearsof.livejournal.com]

I'd imagine. [ hands it over and once again takes a seat on the edge of the bed ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ she'd reply, but her usual happy "OMG GOOD FOOD" noises will be occurring now ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ it's always amusing to watch her eat |D ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ you voyeur :( ]

Okay, so we'll have to go shopping tomorrow, and I'll work on getting you a ticket tonight-- I don't know if I'll be able to get you a seat by me, and the metal detector is going to be a problem, but that's what makes it exciting. So... [ already in planning mode ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ he's never had anyone to cook for before okay ): ]

... Metal detector?

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ Alabaster so cute ]

Something you pass through at security-- it'll start beeping if you've got anything metallic on you.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

That... might be problematic.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

Even more problematic if they think you're a terrorist. [ glancing down at her bracelet ] I thought about asking Hermes, but I try not to call in favors when I can help it. We're going to have to try something else.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Such as-?

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

... Take off your shirt, please.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

I beg your pardon?

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

I can't do anything if I can't see exactly what I'm working with. You've got my word that I won't hurt you.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

That's- [ not what he was worried about, but ] Very well.

[ pulls his shirt off over his head- remarkable, the wound he gave himself of their last escapade didn't scar, but there are still plenty of those; most notably the large, jagged scar given to him by the boar, and there is quite a mass of them over his own heart ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

...! [ and she remembers that particular scar, but it's the mass that she's wincing at. And for the moment, she's just staring. ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ he'd be damned if he doesn't look a little self-conscious ] Saga-?

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ scars aside, it's a very nice chest-- I mean ]

... You really came close a few times, didn't you?

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ you just... keep those thoughts to yourself ]

Close? I'm afraid I don't quite follow.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ just like your food voyeuring ]

[ ... just... pointing to the mass over his heart ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ looks at where she's pointing ] Those? They're nothing for you to be worried about.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ sighing and lowering her hand ] I'm not worried. I just know one of those scars shouldn't be there.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

And why not? It was my choice to fight, wasn't it?

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

I know, but... [ lowering her head-- she still feels guilty about it ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

I don't blame you for it. On the contrary, I'm glad for this scar.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ ... okay, that gets a blink ] Glad...?

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

It was a reminder... proof that I didn't dream all of this.