A Hunting I Will Go...

Jan 11, 2012 00:12


"A hunting I will go, hi-ho the dairy-oh a hunting I will go." Mads sang in the brisk morning air as he approached Tino and Berwald's hut and banged obnoxiously on the door. "WAKE UP SVENK, Short-Stuff! Today we bring back food for squaws and little braves."

Tino's groggy voice could be heard from within. "You better be calling me Little Brave ( Read more... )

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darth_eduard March 5 2012, 17:48:36 UTC
"Ja, I get it. I'll take this uber manly beast killing genius to the medic guy. Where the hell is he anyway?" Gilbert scratched his head, trying to figure out the direction in his head. "Fuck it. We'll find the place. Just wake our asses up when it's time for dinner, ja? I'm thinking we're going to pass out in the hut after this dude gives Birdie the green light in the stitch job."

Before the two turned around to soldier on towards the medic hut and eventually to rest, Eduard remembered something and questioned his friend. "Hey, E. Where's Linus? I know he didn't go hunting with us, but I have yet to see him after arriving back. I was thinking he might like to discuss the schematics and such for the trebuchet over dinner before we get the guys to build it. Anyway, if you see him before you see us again, let him know."

Then before Eduard could say no or even react, Gilbert hefted him up over his shoulders and proceeded to carry him out the door on their hunt for the official camp medic. After the initial moment of shock from the sudden movement Eduard gave in and tried to let himself relax as much as he could. He was used to his boyfriend's quirky, protective behaiours by this stage of the game and he knew not to try and argue with it. The patched up genius simply let himself be carried through camp, all the while thinking to himself just how much Gilbert's morning work outs were starting to pay off in strength, musculature, and all sorts of other ways that made his cheeks go slightly pink.

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tino_suomi March 14 2012, 04:48:25 UTC
Eeva propped her hands up against her hips, "He's going through withdrawal. He's using a stick to write equations in the sand of the bank. He can't leave it well enough alone. Said he had a break through shortly after breakfast and has only paused from it for a few minutes at a crack to wander and think some more before rushing back off to it. But I'll let him know you're looking to do some vulcan mind melding with him when I see him next, now scoot. I'm still resentful." She smiled, motioning for them to leave already.

"Well, ME is always on the menu, but I think that's more of a dessert kind of deal isn't it?" Tino chuckled, nuzzling into the feeling and physical affections of his boyfriend. "But here, whole basket full of non-cookables. Cheese and breads and I even found some kind of mustard type stuff. Smelled good in the jar at least..." He smiled, pulling the basket between them and digging through it to share the spoils. "Let's get you fed." Tino purred, he loved feeding his giant. Even if it took enough to fill an army.

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berwaldsverige March 14 2012, 05:45:43 UTC
"Yes, please feed me and yes, you are the best of desserts." Berwald said planting a kiss somewhere in the vicinity of a cheek or shoulder. It was dark, steamy and he was blind. At least he made contact with some sort of Tino flavored skin.

"You take good care of me. I sometimes wonder where I would be now without you. I often wonder if I'd still be alive, would I still be that miserable hermit who lived across the hall from you? Would I have ended it after I found out about my father? Then I think about the notes and presents I'd tape to your door. That first kiss I stole from you there on our first picnic. The first time you kissed me back. Every smile you give me gives me a reason for breathing. You're magic. You are the light of my life, I hope you know that." Berwald murmured in a very sappy mood suddenly. Twisting his ring on his finger absently as he looked at the steam encased pinkish blob sitting beside him in the sauna.

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darth_eduard March 20 2012, 17:17:53 UTC
The temptation was simply too great for the genius to bear, and just as he was being carried past the fire pit on the way to the medic hut, he reached down and grabbed a handful of his boyfriend's perfectly sculpted posterior. His own backside was normally the center of attention when it came to their amorous activities, but there was simply no resisting. It was like the borg, or perhaps a high powered tractor beam drawing his hands to the firm cloth-covered cheeks. Personally, Eduard didn't think his was really all that great, especially not in comparison to his boyfriend's, but was still pleased that Gilbert seemed to never tire of the sight of it.

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tino_suomi April 2 2012, 17:08:57 UTC
"I really don't like to think about that." Tino offered, dabbing some of the spread on the bread and plopping a healthy portion of cheese on it. "I don't like to imagine you worse off than you were right before we met. I know, normally, I would say something like 'oh, you wouldn't have felt that bad for long' or 'you would have been fine, you're stronger than that' but sometimes I think that there's only so much a human heart can take before it just can't take it anymore and while it pains me, the what-ifs of it all are terribly haunting. What if I'd been able to just go on assuming it was Siguard, Francis or Ivan who had left me those cookies? Or what if your nanny hadn't sent them and inspired you, or what if I just failed to mention that I liked them in my blog? It's so fragile, and we are so lucky. You scold me for having morbid thoughts, so no more thinking about that time line. It can't happen. You're stuck with me, no turning back the clock." He smiled, glad for Berwald's vision impairments keeping him from noticing the moisture on the corners of the Finn's eyes. The tears were there, but they wouldn't fall. They wouldn't be given away.

"All that you're allowed to think of now is how amazing that first kiss we shared was and then how you felt like you were going to puke when you met my parents, and Christmas with wonderfully ugly sweaters and so many sweets and NOW, and someday. Let's talk about someday, someday is better than the what-might-have-beens. Like, someday I'm going to make you fat."

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