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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[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.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ dryly ] Most people would have wanted to forget.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

I am not "most people".

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

That's something I can't forget.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

I would think not.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

Like I can talk, anyway. [ sighing, but back to business ] Can I see your arms?

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Of course. [ holds them out for her ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ examining them thoroughly, doing the occasional running of fingers along joints as carefully as possible, and tilting her head to take in the angles. Her voice, when she finally speaks, is distracted ]

Is there anything else metal on your body, or is this the extent?

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ oh. He uh, had kind of forgotten how really nice it felt when she ran her fingers over his metal arms. He's distracted enough he didn't hear her question ]

... What?

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

[ she won't be letting up either-- this stuff is fascinating to her. She will glance up briefly, though! ]

Metal. Is it anywhere else on you, or just here?