OOC: Hee! I made it, along with my own version of naked Jack, for use in A thorough examination. Is it safe to assume that Jack approves?
Methos blinked owlishly at the words from outside his hut. Or the words he was almost certain where coming from outside. Methos muttered softly to himself, "Ge-ge?"
He tried to focus more clearly on Jack, not that he was certain if whether or not the man next to him was also hearing the voice would actually establish if it was real or he was only dreaming it.
Methos struggled to wake up while his sleepy brain informed him the voice talking was River's. He'd just about managed to sit so that he could clearly see his door when she peered in past the flap, "River!"
Only after he made his protest at her looking did her words about why she couldn't sleep register. Methos glanced at Jack again, and this time his mind wasn't on whether or not the man next to him was hearing River now. He was wondering what Oona might have sensed during the night from them.
(OOC: Can I use it for the game I'm in where I play Methos? Fully credited, of course.)Jack opened one eye, then another, seeing a very delectible eyefull of very hones chest. Oh yeah. Adam. Now there was a suprise treat
( ... )
(OOC: Sure you can use it. It's not like I got the Balance Charm put around his neck.)
Methos' attention having drifted back to Jack, after his alarm from River's peeking turned to concern at her words about Oona, he watched as the other man opened first one eye then the other. For all Methos' alarm about the girl's looking in on them and her words about Oona he couldn't help a smile watching how Jack enjoyed his view before River's voice registered. Methos nodded at the translation, "Ah, my Mandarin is very rusty."
He didn't mention how it was centuries old but he was tempted, knowing River was aware of his immortality, and wanting to tell Jack about it. Methos had too much on his mind. There was River at his door waiting for Jack to braid her hair, how she'd had to come to his hut to find Jack, and the question of where the waves Oona had been swept by came from. It didn't seem like the time to add his immortality to the conversation
( ... )
Jack laughed. "I had braided Rose's hair back against the heat on the way from the bunker bomb to here. River asked if she could be next, and I kinda found myself doing it every day. Least it gets brushed out now. She likes being around me because I'm not loud She can't hear me in her head. Before the dampener that is. As for timing..." Jack shrugged, "with River, who knows. She moves to her own clock, and I'm not sure it has anything to do with ours
( ... )
Methos looked thoughtful as Jack mentioned River liking to be around him because he wasn't loud, asking, "You quiet naturally, or is that something I could learn
( ... )
Methos considered whether to go around Jack and River sitting at the entrance, or to simply sit down behind the other man. The thought of stretching his legs around Jack made him smile, and left him wondering how far he could get before Jack would notice or River would give him away. Methos listened to the two blocking the entrance explain who the bear was while he thought, responding, "Ah, not a literal bear then, but someone who shouldn't be baited without knowing when and where it's safe. Good to know he's mellowed some. Some people mellow in time. Some don't
( ... )
"From what I saw, River baited him pleanty when he arrived. He just growled alot at her. I don't think a stranger would get away with it. He's about six four and built like a linebacker. Very easy on the eyes though, in a rugged kinda way." Jack leaned back into Adam, glad the man felt comfortable and intimate enough to join the grouping.
"He is not sly and may cause damage if you flirt. I might even have to kill you." River held up a hair tie as Jack finished her braid. It looked sleek and tight.
"Well at least I have two people to go to for medical aid. Thanks River. I won't be friendly with Jayne."
"Oh, Adam, I hate to break it to you, but you aren't the first man." Jack winked over his shoulder.
"So you don't know if she sought you out? Why not ask her? So... you talked to her father and he gave you a necklace. You know in some cultures that's called a dowery." Jack chuckled. "And if she did fell us last night, it's giving a litteral meaning to the term mindfu.... sorry River."
(OOC: You know in some cultures that's called a dowry. *Giggles.* It's a very good thing... *giggles* ... that Methos is... *giggles* ...sitting down. *Giggles
( ... )
"Might be a good idea. Dreams can be crazy things. The minds way of working things out and all that, but sometimes they're memories you don't want anyone else sharing
( ... )
Methos listened to Jack's words about what dreams sometimes are and tried to decided how to describe the dream, "It was a mix of... metaphorical imagery, and memories. I think Oona saw some memories of mine I'm not fond of sharing, but even after talking with her yesterday about them I don't know if she saw or remembers those memories from the dream
( ... )
"Whoa there, big boy. Back up to the part where you said you're five thousand years old." Jack turned his head a bit to look at Adam from the corners of his eyes. "Any place else and I'd have to make a guess that you were joking. But not this place."
Jack sat back on his heels. "So let's put aside metaphysical dreams and different species issues for a moment. five THOUSAND years old?" Jack looked Methos over once more. "DAMN you age well."
(OOC: *Giggles.* Thought that might get his attention.)
Methos couldn't help the mournful sigh that escaped him as Jack raised both hands. He nodded at Jack's instruction to back up to the part where he said he was five thousand years old. Methos corrected with a half-smile, "It was over five thousand years old. My memory is, or was before the mass amnesia, clear back five thousand years. It's the six hundred odd years before that that were fuzzy before this island damaged more recent memories
( ... )
“Whew. That is a lot to take in.” Jack wriggled a bit so his ass was in the sand and he draped his legs over Methos’ so they were still facing each other. Heels in the sand he wasn’t putting much in the way of weight on the other man’s legs
( ... )
"Knock Knock," River didn't really knock on the shelter but stood just outside. "Ge-ge must weave her hair before others rise."
River bent over and peered inside. "She could not sleep with the moon undulating with the waves and moaning. Dreams were too intimate."
Reply
Methos blinked owlishly at the words from outside his hut. Or the words he was almost certain where coming from outside. Methos muttered softly to himself, "Ge-ge?"
He tried to focus more clearly on Jack, not that he was certain if whether or not the man next to him was also hearing the voice would actually establish if it was real or he was only dreaming it.
Methos struggled to wake up while his sleepy brain informed him the voice talking was River's. He'd just about managed to sit so that he could clearly see his door when she peered in past the flap, "River!"
Only after he made his protest at her looking did her words about why she couldn't sleep register. Methos glanced at Jack again, and this time his mind wasn't on whether or not the man next to him was hearing River now. He was wondering what Oona might have sensed during the night from them.
Reply
Reply
Methos' attention having drifted back to Jack, after his alarm from River's peeking turned to concern at her words about Oona, he watched as the other man opened first one eye then the other. For all Methos' alarm about the girl's looking in on them and her words about Oona he couldn't help a smile watching how Jack enjoyed his view before River's voice registered. Methos nodded at the translation, "Ah, my Mandarin is very rusty."
He didn't mention how it was centuries old but he was tempted, knowing River was aware of his immortality, and wanting to tell Jack about it. Methos had too much on his mind. There was River at his door waiting for Jack to braid her hair, how she'd had to come to his hut to find Jack, and the question of where the waves Oona had been swept by came from. It didn't seem like the time to add his immortality to the conversation ( ... )
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
"He is not sly and may cause damage if you flirt. I might even have to kill you." River held up a hair tie as Jack finished her braid. It looked sleek and tight.
"Well at least I have two people to go to for medical aid. Thanks River. I won't be friendly with Jayne."
"Oh, Adam, I hate to break it to you, but you aren't the first man." Jack winked over his shoulder.
"So you don't know if she sought you out? Why not ask her? So... you talked to her father and he gave you a necklace. You know in some cultures that's called a dowery." Jack chuckled. "And if she did fell us last night, it's giving a litteral meaning to the term mindfu.... sorry River."
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
"Whoa there, big boy. Back up to the part where you said you're five thousand years old." Jack turned his head a bit to look at Adam from the corners of his eyes. "Any place else and I'd have to make a guess that you were joking. But not this place."
Jack sat back on his heels. "So let's put aside metaphysical dreams and different species issues for a moment. five THOUSAND years old?" Jack looked Methos over once more. "DAMN you age well."
Reply
Methos couldn't help the mournful sigh that escaped him as Jack raised both hands. He nodded at Jack's instruction to back up to the part where he said he was five thousand years old. Methos corrected with a half-smile, "It was over five thousand years old. My memory is, or was before the mass amnesia, clear back five thousand years. It's the six hundred odd years before that that were fuzzy before this island damaged more recent memories ( ... )
Reply
Reply
Thanks for filling me in without spoilering me. :D
Since Methos post is a long one, something about trying to answer all of Jack's questions, I'm going to make his post a "fighting the shift" post. @_@
Reply
Leave a comment