Saffron and Moist, after Hogswatch

Dec 28, 2010 22:14

It's still dark in Urquhart's room when he leads them there. He's just come back from Sto Kerrig with Moist, after all ( Read more... )

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weplayparts December 28 2010, 21:25:29 UTC
She proceeds to make herself as comfortable as possible, toeing off her somewhat impressive high-heeled shoes and pulling out the tie that holds her hair back, away from her neck, before accepting a glass of whiskey when it's offered to her.

The box is regarded with slight curiosity - though inside, she's nearly brimming over with anticipation.

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morethanprops December 28 2010, 22:51:09 UTC
Moist takes off his jacket and shoes before sitting beside Saffron and running a hand through her now free hair.

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scots_wolf December 28 2010, 22:55:58 UTC
Urquhart hands them both their drinks, and sips his own, the box balanced casually on his knee.

"It's better without cats," he says, and leans over to kiss each of them in turn.

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weplayparts December 29 2010, 00:11:05 UTC
"Perhaps," she says, though she's only teasing as she leans back, glass in hand, purring at the feel of fingers threading through her hair.

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morethanprops December 29 2010, 00:18:55 UTC
"Between the two of you there's at least a fox and a wolf, so a cat just gets in the way,"

He kisses Urquhart and entwines their blond and red hair before taking a drink.

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scots_wolf December 29 2010, 08:36:40 UTC
Urquhart reaches out to touch Moist's fingers in their hair, Saffron's and his. "Pretty colour," he says. "How about an ermine or sable as the third animal?"

He opens his box. Inside, there are three carved, stylised animals: fox, wolf, and sable, their shapes suggesting that, rather than ornamental, they might be the handles of something.

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weplayparts December 29 2010, 13:36:03 UTC
Her hair tangled with Urquhart's, she can only linger in close to look over his shoulder, lips brushing against the shell of his ear as she glances inside the box.

"They're beautiful," she hears herself saying, reaching out with one hand to run her fingertips across the shapes.

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morethanprops December 29 2010, 17:53:47 UTC
Moist lets go of their hair and reaches for the sable, lifting it up and feeling the weight,

"Does it do something?"

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scots_wolf December 29 2010, 20:28:19 UTC
Urquhart takes the wolf, and pulls out something sideways, bending it smoothly open.

It's a knife.

"Yes," he says. "It cuts fruit and meat and inconveniently tied-up horses, and you can knife an adversary in an emergency, too. But it's better for fruit, really."

He offers the fox to Saffron.

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weplayparts December 29 2010, 20:33:32 UTC
"The fruit is what I'd use it for," she admits.

And, okay, maybe that's not all she'd use it for, she silently adds, examining the blade in the dim lighting. But only as a last resort.

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morethanprops December 29 2010, 20:40:28 UTC
He unfolds his with a smile,

"Quite useful and easily hidden away."

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scots_wolf December 29 2010, 20:43:45 UTC
The blade is keen and flexible at once, made from folded steel.

"I thought so," Urquhart says. "The boy from Yrael's world who sometimes works in the forge with the Goth made them for me. I thought we could each use one."

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weplayparts December 29 2010, 20:47:09 UTC
"And you thought of us," she murmurs, setting the knife down in order to slide her arms around Urquhart's neck, pressing a kiss along his jawline.

"I only wonder if there's something we can do in return for your thoughtfulness."

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morethanprops December 29 2010, 20:49:25 UTC
Moist slips his knife into his jacket pocket before shifting so he's behind Urquhart and runs his hands over Urquhart's side while kissing his hair,

"I do hope you'll tell us what."

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scots_wolf December 29 2010, 20:51:56 UTC
Urquhart leans into their touch with a very pleased sigh.

"You're already doing it," he says.

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weplayparts December 29 2010, 20:58:04 UTC
"Already? But we haven't even done anything in the way of getting started," Saffron murmurs, reaching up to gently tangle fingers in Urquhart's hair, her knuckles grazing Alfred's cheek as she uses her grip on the long hair to pull his head back, leaving a trail of kisses along the curve of his neck.

"Not nearly."

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