Dream ✍ 006

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Effects: Severe irritation.
Warnings: ...... Some blood and implied adult situations?

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[It is quite some time later into the day when Naomi Hunter has time to properly view and respond to Javert's newest dream. After spending her morning hours curled up against his side while he gruffly answered the usual annoying calls from the way too chipper residents of the city, the woman had become the slightest bit curious to see just what the fuss was about. Unfortunately, after having been woken up so early, she'd been forced to drag herself out of the warm comfort of her bed for a few early morning appointments. With a break between patients finally, she settles down in her lab with a cup of coffee and her Dreamberry.

It's a very...odd dream, even coming from Javert. Her own arrival coaxes an arch out of her slender eyebrow, but it's Dastan's off screen appearance that hits her hardest. It wouldn't happen outside of the man's dreams, and it couldn't happen really, but that doesn't make the situation any less unsettling. Just how deep is this little rivalry anyway

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[Luckily, Javert receives this message when it comes to be just about time for his midday break. He calls Naomi back fairly quickly, his eyes searching hers for earnestness, his mouth skewed downwards in genuine thought.]

We will see, [he says at last in a voice so low, quick, and distracted that it is difficult to tell if he is speaking directly to her or to some inward, unknown idea. He casts his lids down, a grimace blossoming on his lined face.]

I do not so much mind the current arrangements.

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[Now, isn`t that a bit of a compliment coming from this particular man?

The corners of her mouth upturn into a very slight smile as she returns his searching gaze. Naomi knows for a fact that Javert has been taking his medication, so she is just examining his face to see if his weariness seems any deeper than usual.

After a moment or so, she seems satisfied.]

Well, you have your own key for a reason. I`m sure it`s much easier for you to just come here instead of going all the way back to your place. [She teases him lightly.] And having you over is rarely any trouble for me.

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[Javert rolls his eyes lightly. Yes, he has been (mostly) taking his medication. He has not been under that much unusual stress and duress. But if another Somarium crisis is looming around the corner, then there may be some legitimate cause for concern.]

No, it would not be much trouble for you. You enjoy luring me to your den, [he says with that same distracted tone. He relapses into a brief silence, beady eyes lifted to her yet again.]

I will not have so far to go soon.

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[Naomi only grins at his accusation. After all, it`s mostly true so why even attempt to argue over it? She can`t deny (but would never vocalize) just how comforting it is to have a trustworthy man beside her while she sleeps. Though she`s always been a heavy sleeper, the late afternoon exhaustion she`s become so used to feeling seems to have lessened considerably since Javert had begun to sleep over.

...But what was that last part?] Hm? What do you mean?

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It is annoying to traipse through two whole districts to reach my flat.

[Javert stares at her levelly.]

I am moving.

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Oh, of course. You move the moment I finally finish getting your apartment in order.

[It`s all said in jest, obviously. The news that he will be moving is a surprise, but not a completely unpleasant one. The opposite, actually.]

Have you found somewhere else yet? [It`s only been two months, hun. He won`t be getting any offers to move in with the woman anytime soon, but Naomi will happily help him find a suitable place to relocate to.]

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I have.

[There is perhaps a small tilt of his head, his eyebrow arched.]

The arrangements are done. My contract starts in one week. By the fifteenth of December, your old soldier friend will have a sixty-five year old spinster for a neighbor, and I will have gone.

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Sixty-five year old spinster? [She can't help herself.]

I thought you said you were moving out.

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[That elicits a broad, dry smirk and a silent chuckle from Javert.] You are just as charming as I am gallant! HA!

Well, so be it, then. One spinster for another. Then he shall not notice that I have left, hm? Even better for me that as few recognize it as possible.

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[Naomi grins wide, pleased with his reaction.] It's a good decision. Your old hallway was getting too crowded for my tastes.

[Her dark eyes flicker in the direction of the small clock on her laboratory wall, but her movements are leisurely. There's no rush at the moment. Despite the weird dream, she's enjoying herself.]

I'll come over Monday evening to help you pack.

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Do not go out of your way. I will finish it quickly. I do not own much.

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Don't be ridiculous. I brought in at least half of the things in there without asking you first.

I may as well save you ten minutes by helping box them up.

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[Low, amused snort.] If you insist. I won't stop you if you show up.

[a pause.]

Bring supper with you.

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And if I don't?

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Then I will somewhat hungry for the night. My icebox has emptied considerably since you left it alone.