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ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴍᴀᴄᴇ. ([personal profile] hydraulics) wrote in [community profile] vestigechat 2020-06-05 03:19 am (UTC)

[ The disentangling is done deftly enough on Ian’s part that Mace doesn’t notice it as anything but the moment coming to its natural end, and there’s a clarity in his eyes when they open again, no more the unsteadiness of a few minutes ago. The exhaustion’s going too, and there’s a new strength in his limbs in its place, as though he’d just had a full meal.

Feels like he could do everything they’d done up until now all over again, and he’s not talking about the sex. ]


God, don’t jinx it.

[ And there’s the humour again, as Mace gets up to put out the small flame and bring the soup over to Ian, balanced on the makeshift board-tray of the drawer panel.

He'd technically had a meal the day before with the sandwich, but it's Ian who’s been on nothing but some soup and half a clementine for the last two days now. He must be goddamn starving, and with that in mind, Mace goes hunting for something else from their stash to easily pair with the soup.

Returns a minute later with some whole wheat crackers and, more importantly, a sealed bag of dried fruits. Protein, in lieu of some kind of meat. He tears open the seal and puts it all to the side with a pointed little look, brushing Ian's hair absently back from his forehead. ]


Finish your vegetables, I’m gonna go run us a shower. [ Together, of course. But the us implies it. ]

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