Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 3:19:05 AM)
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Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 3:21:23 AM)
*it's one of those charming largely glass towers, and the eleventh floor hallway has remarkably few rooms*
Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 3:23:30 AM)
The midnight black '79 Chevy Nova roared it's way into the parking area, and once he'd found a guest spot, he was on his way in and up. Snug black jeans tonight, along with a fitted black tank top beneath the trademark leather jacket. His voile remained the same from the earlier evening, blending his own style of Western dream with the functionality a warrior would need. While he wasn't cowed by the opulent building, he wasn't quite at ease there. Too much of his salt of the earth roots lingered for him to be. Up in the elevator... until the eleventh floor, where he wandered until he found the seventh door. Forming a practiced fist, he knocked.
Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 3:26:20 AM)
It's unlocked. *the easily recognizable voice of the Gwydion answering immediately. And sure enough, the door swung open, showing Aengus not one but Two deadbolts that are not in use..and it opened to this: http://www.wix.com/cdastai/gideon#!portfolio/vstc1=portraits/photostackergallery1=6 ))
Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 3:29:20 AM)
He pulled the door open and stepped in, eyebrows lifting as he surveyed. The view was what caught his attention- all of New Orleans lit up at night, providing a panoramic show from every vantage point. He let out a low whistle, pulling the door shut, then stepped on the toes of his boots to remove them before trying to play spot the playboy.
Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 3:35:16 AM)
*Aleron is in the adjoining kitchen, leaning heavily on the counter while his coffeemaker growls and grinds fresh beans, a pair of mugs already sitting beside it. Dark hair loose and tousled over ..bare shoulders. He's wearing a pair of black satin pants that hang loosely, low on his hips. And from the look of the bedroom the other direction, he just left his bed when he was called* You take it black? *looking over his shoulder to his kithmate, eyes dilated enough to betray some sortof chemical assistance*
Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 3:41:47 AM)
His teeth actually clicked as they came together behind his lips when he laid eyes on the drug-enhanced Gwydion. Even on ecstasy, it wouldn't be hard to track the path of Aengus' steely eyes; from hips to stomach, onward and upward until he'd run out of bare flesh to map... and found metal. His eyebrows hedged up, but that was all the reaction there was to see... beyond curiosity scrawled on his features intense enough to put him on par with an Eiluned. He eased out of his jacket and hung it, padding in his socks toward the kitchen. "Yeah, black." He paused at the threshold, arms folding across his chest in a ripple of muscle. A smile, fond, had settled into place on his lips.
Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 3:47:07 AM)
*his head swung back to the coffeepot* Alright then. Forgive the appalling condition of the place, I haven't had the maid in yet today.. *clearly teasing, he's not -that- well off and really, the only area that shows any mess is the dark bedroom, a bit of blanket visible on the floor in the light shed from the doorway. Aleron smells faintly of his cloves, though the apartment doesn't bear any stale smoke scent. Clearly he doesn't smoke at home. The left arm gestures toward his livingroom, with the same poise and practiced grace he always practices, though the exposed steel seems almost obscene in doing so.*
Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 3:51:22 AM)
He'd taken up a lean, in the meantime, his eyes still wandering, and not shying away from any of the obvious signs of damage either. Where others might have blanched, the Scathach was only all the more impressed by the evidence of peril survived. "Sure you don't want some help? The E, and all." He smirked, distractedly. Distracted by Aleron.
Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 3:58:18 AM)
*slight headshake, the movement a little slower than usual* Not Ecstasy. It's been hours..and I'm not so badly off as I seem. Sober enough to send the girls home in a taxi before you called. *reaching up into his cabinet to get a canister of piroulines down and pop it open, the steel arm seems as servicable as his flesh one, though his grip slips on the lid briefly before he gets purchase* I am a little hungry though. *offering the can Aengus' way* Join me?
Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 4:02:39 AM)
He was too surprised by the frank admission to keep the pang of jealousy from darkening his features, but it was short lived enough. He eased forward, utterly silent across the kitchen floor, fairly certain he was smiling but probably betraying a fair dose of torment despite it. "Thanks." He dug one of the tubular cookies out, twirling it, but saving it for now. "So do you do this often?" He did his best to erradicate the inherent judgment from his tone.
Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 4:10:44 AM)
*even dimmed by the painkillers and muscle relaxants, he notes the shift of expressions on his guest's face, slim metal fingers dipping into the jar to get one for himself before he sets the container aside* Define often. *breaking eye contact finally to shake his head and move toward the living room, taking a bite of the cookie* ...No don't. *exhaling as he hears the coffeemaker start to brew finally* No. I don't often indulge. I'm sorry to have upset you, Aengus. *he keeps to his feet, almost steadily. It's as if he doesn't want to sit down until he has his coffee..he might no make it up under his own power again*
Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 4:17:01 AM)
He followed along, smoothly. For all his compact muscle, the Scathach moved well. He drew a silent breath, passing the still standing Gwydion to take a seat on the couch, leaning forward some. "It's alright. Really. You don't answer to me, I'm just-" He was about to say -used to being around it-, but that would have been a lie, even if it was one he wanted to believe. "I'm not really upset," he finished instead. "A little worried." More than a little jealous and less hopeful, but that could remain unsaid too. He forced a smile that was real enough, and took a bite out of the wafer cookie. "We made a pretty good team today, huh?"
Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 4:18:55 AM)
*-not used to being around it-
Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 4:25:36 AM)
*Aleron is broad-shouldered..but it looks as if he hasn't been truly training in a number of years. Possibly, as long as that arm's been missing* And what, worries the white knight? *taking a bite of the cookie, white teeth flashed briefly before he nods* We did. Lord love dense secretaries. At least the manager was a reasonable man. *watching out the window, his gaze tracking nothing in particular, it's not likely to be more than a glowing sea with his eyes dilated as they are*
Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 4:31:31 AM)
Aengus' form was the sort that alluded to cut scene montages of crunches by the hundred, miles run a day. His eyes never left Aleron, though they did stray in that general vicinity, taking advantage of the opportunity. It wasn't quite so enamoured an appraisal as he was wont to give; no, he was getting his fill of the arm. Wanting to ask, but not wanting to now. "Do I have anything to be worried about?" he asked, seriously. He got lightly to his feet, tucking the cookie between his teeth like a tangoer's rose, and placed his strong hands lightly on Aleron's shoulders- both of them, guiding him toward the couch. He wouldn't force it, if he resisted, but would otherwise merely be angling to get him off his feet.
Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 4:35:37 AM)
*he turns his head enough to cast a glance down at Aengus as the other sidhe's hands settle on his shoulders, he resists only a moment, exhaling as he turns and takes a seat on the end of the sofa* ..I was going to get the coffee. *his only protest, considering his counterpart another moment before adding* No.. I don't think you do. *tired eyes lingering on the look of the stick in Aengus' teeth, something sparking in the depths*
Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 4:40:09 AM)
"Prehy goo' ath pou'in' cothee," he replied around the toasted wafer, smirking around it too. He removed it, and reached down, the pad of his thumb brushing the other sidhe's cheek briefly as he moved a stray ebon tress back behind his undamaged ear. "Good," he said simply, turning to head into the kitchen as the coffee maker spit to indicate it was almost ready. He let their gazes meet just briefly though- he was trusting the Gwydion to tell him when he -should- worry. Disappearing into the kitchen, he set to getting some mugs ready, and called, "How do you want yours?"
Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 4:45:02 AM)
*he doesn't break eye contact, something in Aengus' actions had thrown him..on some level. He watches the other turn and walk away, simply staring the direction the Scathach had gone in* ... Hot, sweet, and black as sin. *replying before turning to look out the window again, his good arm reaching behind him to pull a blanket off the sofa's back over his shoulder and partially across his chest. The other side of course..isn't cold. Unforseen benefit of large amounts of scar tissue and a missing limb*
Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 4:48:54 AM)
Fortunately, Aleron wouldn't catch the roll of his eyes from the living room. Even as he did, though, he was grinning softly and shaking his head. It didn't take him too long to locate mugs and spoon a solid base of sugar into one of them. Pouring then stirring, he plunked his cookie into his mug, then tucked the cookies under one arm as he ferried the mugs out to the living room. Setting them down on the inevitable coasters, he took a seat, levering an eyebrow up. "You sure you don't want to just hit the hay?" His concern was genuine enough that it didn't occur to him that the question could easily be misconstrued.
Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 4:53:50 AM)
*his lips twitch at the question, looking away from the window to lock eyes with the other, amusement and the temptation to do so plain in his gaze. All the same, he answers what the other had -meant-* I don't sleep well this early.. *he drops his cookie in the mug Aengus brought him and wraps the steel hand around the handle to lift it, bracing it with his thumb by the cylinder itself to keep his grasp from slipping. Looking at the mug's contents his next comment is out of left field* ...My father, is a Branch knight.
Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 4:59:55 AM)
His cheeks colored, tinting red as the Gwydion all but stared him down. He glanced down into his mug before too long, but his teeth were still showing white behind a smile as he pulled the wafer out and took a bite. Of course, he looked up again at the non-sequitur, nodding slowly. He had no means of divining where the shared detail had come from, or why. "As far as Traditionalists go, the Knights are the easiest to respect," he offered, giving Aleron his attention so that he could say whatever it was he wanted to say.
Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 5:04:53 AM)
*lifting the mug, his eyes closing just before he sips, commenting after he swallows and eventually lifting lush black lashes to reveal his gaze on the window* You remind me of him. *his low voice quiet* I may yet forgive you for that. *another slow sip, the Gwydion strangely walled up tight behind the relaxed form*
Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 5:11:56 AM)
In the rankings of things he'd been expecting to hear, that was placed lower only than it's place on the list of things he'd been hoping to hear. He sank back against the couch, shifting to occupy a full corner with his legs extending toward the Gwydion as a matter of course. As far as backhanded compliments went... well, it wasn't the sort of thing one ever wanted to hear from anyone they found remotely attractive, but he got the sense that it was favorable, at least. "I'm guessing it isn't because your dad blushes about as often as he breathes around you," he mused, a fairly inept attempt to play off his concern as mere levity.
Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 5:19:24 AM)
*his lips twitch again, but the smile's having trouble gaining staying power* You are correct sir. *he takes another drink and sets his coffee aside, turning his attention to Aengus, though lacking the devestating focus behind his more lucid gaze when sober.* Fortunately, it has nothing to do with your physical appearance, whatsoever. *his flesh hand reaching to close over the Scathach's knee, rubbing in a light circle upward and then back to where he'd begun* I find yours infinitely preferable. I hope that comforts. *bracing there, he hefts his weight up to get to his feet, standing again*
Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 5:23:43 AM)
((And I have to run IRL briefly, 2 times in the next 45 mins. You want to hold here or hang out and wait twice?))
Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 5:24:03 AM)
((I'm up for a couple hours, I dun mind waiting))
Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 5:24:16 AM)
((Alright, sorry! Kids' school schedule. Back soon!))
Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 5:29:48 AM)
Even when Aengus caught a break, it seemed he couldn't catch a break. Between the mention of girls sent home and the paternal comparison, he'd been formulating that the drugs just made the Gwydion less prone to teasing. His eyes fell on that hand as it moved in it's slow circle, and the only way to describe his expression was baffled. The fact that Aleron heaved to his feet after that only served to exacerbate his befuddlement, etching it into those rugged features as surely as an awl might have. "Where are you going?" he asked, brow knit, already leaning to set his coffee down. The urgency wasn't born of libido, but concern. Rare uncertainty had descended, but it was easy enough to shrug off. Between the fatigue and the spontaneous admission, he couldn't help but wonder what exactly was coursing through the other sidhe's blood, and how much.
Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 6:09:16 AM)
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Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 6:09:23 AM)
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Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 6:10:17 AM)
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Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 6:10:22 AM)
(wb)
Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 6:10:25 AM)
((I got your post, don't worry!))
Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 6:10:31 AM)
((Thanks. lol))
Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 6:10:47 AM)
((yay!))
Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 6:17:16 AM)
*he looked back to the other, as if having difficulty sorting what Aengus' concern might be about. The next comment confirming that there is as yet some manner of self-awareness* ...I'm not making any goddamned sense..am I. *it's not..really a question, Aleron bringing his good hand up to rub at his forehead and temples* I'm sorry Aengus. *meeting the other's gaze briefly as his hand falls away* I'm not sure what possessed me to think I should have company in this state. Let alone.. *he starts moving toward the kitchen as if completeing a thought somehow, unspoken. There is not one ounce of self-pity. Merely a simple regret he's handled himself so poorly* Making a bloody mess of things.
Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 6:22:48 AM)
The disjointed explanation really didn't do much to allay the Scathach's concern. He rose, and followed. "I'm guessing you wanted company, is all." He had no illusions that he'd managed to get anywhere near inside the Gwydion's head, but he supplied some answers anyway, taking up an arms-crossed lean, this time against the counter. "You aren't making a mess of anything, okay? I'm glad I'm here." He kept his voice reassuring, measured.
Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 6:37:15 AM)
*a dry laugh as he shakes his head, getting himself a glass of cold water and from the sounds of it..washing his face and hand thoroughly with the same. A long pause as he drinks before setting the glass down and sounding a bit more like himself* .. You wanted company. *more alert than the coffee's mild caffeine dose had managed, but only a bit. He's got his palms braced on the sink's rim* I ..wanted you to have it. I suppose that's the clearest explanation I can give. Normally I would call off work for tomorrow, and stay in the apartment when I get like this. *admitting slowly* Stay the hell away from anyone..decent. Are you familiar with the concept of ghost pain? *finally grabbing a towel and drying his face*
Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 6:43:46 AM)
An eyebrow lofted at the explanation. Convoluted altruism? It certainly fit Aleron's M.O. "Well, I am pretty much alone here," he conceded, his way of accepting the clearest the Gwydion had to offer. He hedged closer, reaching up to rub his own neck. It didn't matter if Aleron was sober or stoned; either way, Aengus felt fairly in over his head, even if the nature of that particular dynamic had changed for now. "I can't say I am, and I'd just embarass myself guessing," he intoned with a bit of a smirk.
Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 6:49:17 AM)
It's what happens when you lose a limb, and your body still believe's it's there. Nerves misfiring, remembered pain of the injury..there's a dozen theories. *a headshake, dismissing them all as equally uninportant* Particularly convincing illusion when in a sense..it -is- still there. *manipulating the eft hand in a display of dexterity that no mannequin limb should possess, espeically as there is no visible means controlling the steel's motion* The attack that took it off was chimerical only. So the mundane doctors can't do anything for me, and really shouldn't be trying to. But that's not a particularly coherent argument coming from a screaming 7yr old. And in a sense..the medication helps. Somewhere around the point where I am out of my goddamned mind.
Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 6:52:53 AM)
The Scathach had his thinking cap on again as he listened, nodding slowly. It made enough sense. He couldn't claim any direct experience, but he'd awoken from particularly intense dreams before and felt lingering pain from injuries sustained for hours afterward. "So you're in pain... all the time?" His current condition was more important to the Scathach than whatever unpleasant memory had resulted in it.
Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 7:03:42 AM)
No..nothing so terrible as that.. Just..*he tries to put a coherent calendar together in his mind and just shakes his head instead* I'm not sure. Every month, sometimes less. Usually starts while I'm sleeping, builds till it wakes me. Similar to what I've been told a migraine can do. *again, that strange tightness remains to his posture, despite that he barely has command over his frame. Forced relaxation and internal tension at once. He keeps his palms braced on the sink's edge until he can stand well-enough to finish the glass of water off and refill it, bringing it back toward the other room* I'm sorry..it's not meant to be a complaint. Just.. *sinking back to his seat* An attempt to explain myself.
Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 7:10:51 AM)
He drifted back into the living room, expression somewhere between thoughtful and sympathetic. "I... appreciate it. I wish I could say you don't need to explain yourself, but I guess I was on the heavy side." His lips pressed together. "Someone close to me dabbled in a recreational habit, so I suppose it made me a little wary. Most of the time it was fine, he could handle himself, but every so often..." He shrugged, his eyes dull before the moment passed. "So how about we stop explaining ourselves?" He grinned wanly.
Gideon Ryder (Nov 18, 2011 7:15:26 AM)
*his own forced smile answers* I do not hesitate to indulge when an opportunity presents itself..but I am not ..addicted, to anything, truly. I have learned, there is very little one cannot live without. *and the mechanical arm sweeps to include their surroundings* Ironic perhaps, but it does make the little things more enjoyable.
Kyle Hess (Nov 18, 2011 7:19:09 AM)
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