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Amy and Des / Doctor Who and Alera / Millibar

Jun 03, 2010 22:08

At the Bar, we have a mildly glowingly happy Amy Pond, kicking her legs idly as she scans the Bar. Her cheeks are a little flushed, and she's sipping at some juice. She's still deciding where she wants to go next--but for now, a break at Milliways and with the single most important person in her life seems perfect ( Read more... )

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furious_maximus June 7 2010, 04:59:37 UTC

"Are those the table manners your mother raised you with?" a familiar voice calls to Des. And, considering that the bearer of the voice knows the answer, and knows that it's an affirmative one, it's clearly amused.

Max looks much the same as ever, but that's to be expected: he's a master watercrafter, after all. But he moves like a man with quite a few more, and more severe, injuries than he had when this Des knew him. There's a slight limp, and a few new scars across his face. And if Des looks (and let's face it, it's Des) it's not hard to pick up on the fact that Max is missing the little finger from his right hand.

desired_tavar June 7 2010, 05:37:01 UTC

Desiderius snorts lightly, already starting to smile. No matter what's been happening, it's his Uncle Max, really.

"You've known her longer than I have," he retorts, before swallowing another bite--

And looks up.

"...Great bloody furies." He actually manages to look a little shocked for a moment. Not even his self-control was quite expecting that. He's fairly certain he'd've heard if anything had happened severe enough to cause something like that. Either his parents would have told him, or the whole bloody Realm would know.

"Maximus?" (Translation of Desiderius-terse-speak: What the hell happened to you?)

furious_maximus June 7 2010, 21:01:07 UTC

"Still as observant as I remember you being," Max snorts ironically. "Good to know my memory's not going." He definitely isn't that old, but...

"It's been a while, sir."

desired_tavar June 8 2010, 02:14:44 UTC

Desiderius blinks a few times.

...Sir? Excepting those legionares showing proper respect towards an officer, no one calls him 'sir,' not really. Once his father decides he can handle a Legion, sure, he'll get called 'sir' by the officers and soldiers. He got 'your highness' sometimes, of course, but--

Max calling him that? That has him seriously rattled under his calm. Because Max is from his future, obviously.

What if something's happened to his parents?

Still, all of that flashes through his head in an instant, and doesn't really show.

"The day I'm not sufficiently observant," he says dryly to cover his momentary uncertainty, "is the day that either I get myself killed or Mother rather painfully instructs me otherwise."

Beat.

"...I can tell."

furious_maximus June 8 2010, 02:20:25 UTC

It's a fair bet that Max knows precisely what effect the choice of words had. At least if his slow smile is anything to go by.

"You can tell, can you? For all you know I just have a really bad day tomorrow." That's not what happens, and it has been a while for him. Des looks... young.

desired_tavar June 8 2010, 03:15:57 UTC

Desiderius tilts his head at Max.

And then, with utter calm and surety, he repeats, "I can tell."

Sure, maybe he can't--but then again, maybe he can. But it's exactly that tone that Tavi tends to get--and Sextus before him--which makes it nearly impossible to really determine anything at all.

Sacred right, Max. Sacred right.

furious_maximus June 10 2010, 18:28:49 UTC

"Aren't you still a bit young to be playing the all-so-knowing game?"

Yeah, right. Max knows they get started young.

desired_tavar June 10 2010, 19:30:01 UTC

Desiderius gives him a raised eyebrow which says quite eloquently, 'am I now?'

It's never too young for a Gaius to start that game.

After a moment, he sighs tiredly. "Bloody crows, Max. And don't call me 'sir,'" he adds absently. (Well, mostly absently. Sort of.) "I don't even know what not to ask, at this point. Though I know not to ask if you want a drink."

He knows all about family policy on Future Knowledge.

In the meantime, he flags down a waitrat. Max always wants a drink.

furious_maximus June 10 2010, 19:37:25 UTC

A tiny little smirk flickers across Max's face, but he's not sure if Des is watching him at that moment. So he shrugs and shakes his head. "Actually, no. I've given up alcohol." He sounds utterly serious about it.

And bar fights. And women.

And if Des believes that...

desired_tavar June 10 2010, 19:40:20 UTC

Desiderius gives him a long, long look.

He grew up around Max--and around Tavi, who is even worse about the looking serious thing.

"Two ales, please," he tells the waitrat.

Yeah, no, he didn't buy that.

furious_maximus June 10 2010, 19:48:03 UTC

"Well... if you're going to insist, I'd hate to be rude."

Rather than flopping into a chair, Maxsits down carefully, as if avoiding jostling an old injury.

desired_tavar June 10 2010, 20:20:06 UTC

Almost instinctively and subconsciously, Des starts listening to his watercrafting a little more than usual. Mostly it's concern and trying to figure out what the crows is wrong with his uncle.

(It's only a little trying to figure out what happened. Really, only a little.)

"Of course," Desiderius says dryly. "You'd never do something like that."

furious_maximus June 10 2010, 20:24:51 UTC

"I'm the very soul of courtesy," Max agrees with an easy smile. It's quite a bit more convincing than the diplomatic expressions he could manage when he was younger.

Despite his calm exterior, and the rather muted sense of emotions that watercrafting could pick up when someone was good at hiding what they were feeling, Max comes across as... tired. Very tired.

"So, what's new?" Max asks, leaning back a bit. It's a way of establishing just where Des is in the timeline.

desired_tavar June 10 2010, 20:36:34 UTC

Desiderius just snorts softly. It's really miraculous Max managed to learn the diplomacy thing.

Then again, enough years as Tavi's right hand probably meant he almost had to.

Eying him for a moment, Desiderius considers his options. And then he says with all the tone of a student promptly answering a homework question, "I'm twenty-two, hoping Father will assign me a Legion for an exploratory expedition to Maratea after my first tour, and am... hopefully more than half-way through explaining with short, simple words to you and Grace that however many headaches you give me nothing really changes."

Beat.

"Except the number of headaches, that is." That's the answer to the actual question there.

furious_maximus June 10 2010, 20:39:44 UTC

Max snorts and shakes his head. "Wow. You are young." He sounds... almost nostalgic.

desired_tavar June 10 2010, 20:45:15 UTC

Desiderius eyes him thoughtfully for a moment.

"That far?" he asks quietly.

He's... not entirely sure how to feel about that. Or where he might be in Max's time.

Not least because while he knows he'll be ready for whatever's happening at that time (or that he will be because he has no choice to be)... he isn't yet. It's a little daunting to consider.

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