Who: Inspector Javert and Naomi Javert (Hunter) Where: Their condominium in the government district Style: ... To be determined Status: Closed closed closed
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The Inspector wasn't the only one taken by surprise at the latest unexpected twist of shockingly fortunate events in their lives.
As mentally guarded and prepared as Javert might have made himself that fateful day in the hospital waiting room, Naomi had known of her obviously declining health for months now, and of her terminal condition for years. And while it had been a frightening shock to her fragile system at first notice all those many years ago, the doctor had long since run through the various (and rather exhausting) stages of acceptance before finally arriving to a peaceful middle ground. After all of the emotional outbursts, the years spent searching desperately for some semblance of a cure, and the cold foreignness she'd felt in her own skin while fighting tooth-and-claw for her life against the thing growing inside of her, she'd finally met her impending demise head on with little challenge. Just as she'd dared to advise Solid Snake after injecting that deadly virus into his body so mercilessly and without care, she had
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Javert appraised her wryly over his shoulder. Between the brightened flicker from the fireplace, his deep weariness from the week and his bent-over posture, he greatly resembled some hard-nosed, grotesque hunchback ready to ring the tower bells. For a long while, longer than she might have liked, he regarded her silently and expectantly
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Though it was true that Naomi Hunter had always been one of the only residents of Somarium able to meet the Chief Inspector's critical stares straight on without any deep fright or senseless shivering, even she was feeling slightly uncomfortable with just how his probing gaze was constantly appraising her. She always managed to catch those thoughtful glances of his when he likely thought she wasn't paying attention. Like the way his eyes grazed smoothly over all of her obvious weak points (like her too-slender frame), almost like a hungry predator picking out the sickliest-looking deer.
It was mostly unnerving, but it only made the woman that much more determined to appear as normal and as well as possible while under his dark gaze. So as Javert finally joined her on their couch, the tiny woman straightened stubbornly under her thick blanket and shined a bright smile up at her husband as she reached for the unexpected gift. She needed to give off some kind of convincing appearance of strength for his sake
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"Good God," murmured Javert silkily through one parted corner of his mouth. Without removing his eyes from her, he picked up his wine glass and brought the rim to his lips. A coy light danced in his unblinking gaze. "It is paper, not fine Gyptian cotton. No need to treat it like a surgical patient
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The woman was barely able to contain her quick retort that the same could easily be said of her. Though quite thin now after the extremes of her illness and still so small in comparison to his towering height, Naomi wasn't at all about to fall apart at the seams under his intense stare like he seemed to believe. But perhaps that sort of thing was better left unsaid today, especially after last week's exciting (read: terrifying) events. There was no reason to bring that terrible mess up again and ruin the calm mood that had so peacefully descended down around them
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"Can't believe what?" asked Javert blandly. "Me? Well. I am not a delusion of yours, and I can pinch you for your proof. Then what? Managing to stomach the humiliation of an old soldier shopping for girlish erotic fantasies?" He snorted, head lolling to one side with a sly laziness. "Let's agree that I've got an iron resolve. To please my silly wife, apparently."
He gave a dry little laugh, fanning out the assortment of books he picked up from the store for her. He reached past her carefully to pick up her still-full wine glass and held it for her until she beckoned for it. Finally, he leaned and folded just over her shoulder, his warm and alive breath brushing her goosebumped and pale throat, to watch her crack open and sift through his carefully-selected gifts.
"Do you see, now," he continued in a musing tone, "how you have ruined me entirely?"
With that sweetly familiar, warm breath tingling freshly on her neck, it struck the woman rather odd that of the two of them, it was Javert, the dead man who had jumped to his own death three years ago, who seemed to be both in the best health and generally was more alive. The rather ridiculous irony of it all certainly wasn't lost on the dying woman as she basked in his attention that night, even if it was a thought she'd keep solely to herself
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Javert looked at Naomi closely, smirk washed away in an instant. He sipped his wine and set both glasses back down.
"I? Read?" he breathed. He plucked out the book with the half-naked policeman on the cover and fingered through it in distaste, as if the pages were slathered in piss. "Ah! You do have an infuriating knack for requesting my favorite activities."
Javert turned to the first page, his eyes sweeping across the first paragraph. He cast an exaggerated arched brow to Naomi, done to such an extent that she probably read it as him carrying on with that brand of melodramatic effect he was so fond of.
"I tell you," he rumbled, "I am not responsible for any unpleasant --" he tilted his head, "or pleasant -- side-effects from this reading. Do we have a deal?"
Javert readjusted her, and ensured she was comfortable and the fire was burning bright. Then he read.
First he slyly and rather defiantly read in the sort of cold monotone well-befitting of a stern inspector. At her complaint, he took it in the opposite direction, adding
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And as he read dramatically from her new romance novels with the kind of expressive flair one would expect from a well-experienced stage performer, Naomi listened intently and without a single distraction at his side, her concentration strangely focused on him completely. Though the story itself was nothing new or thrilling to her (all of these books always had the same dry plot in the end, no matter what careers the various main characters pursued), Javert's captivating voice managed to somehow draw her in close and held her attention tightly
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Shooting her husband a soft smile, Naomi obeyed his gentle command and returned silently to their dark bedroom, fortunately missing out on her husband's indelicate muttering at the noisy kitchen sink as he scrubbed the dishes from their dinner. Not that it would have honestly alarmed the woman much to hear it tonight anyway. As far as she can tell in all their time together, the Inspector has always had a habit of speaking to himself in the presence of others without any regard for how strange he might have appeared
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The softest of laughs escaped from her mouth just as the last light was flicked off, but even in the dark, Javert should be able to sense just how delightfully pleased he'd made his small wife with that final comment. Even if it might have been meant negatively in regards to his haggard and very aged appearance as of late with all that has been going on, Naomi only took it as an incredibly sweet compliment on herself.
Even when she was feeling such warm, loving feelings for her dear husband of less than a year, Naomi would always have a rather selfish mindset. It was just too big a part of who she was.
"Oh please," she murmured in reply before burrowing deeper into the heavy blanket to seek out the warmth there. Even if she still had some weight to gain back and some color to bring back to her checks after the last month of wretched illness, Naomi was still completely assured in her beauty. "I think you'll just be congratulated once again on your stunning luck and good taste. Just like usual." Though really, with her going out in
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"Ah! Luck, indeed!" scoffed Javert into her neck, firm voice already thick with impending sleep and an implied eyeroll. He would argue that it was a poor kind of luck that saddled him a wife like her. He could hear their voices even then. How much did she cost you, Inspector? A pretty penny I imagine! She's a mighty shiny trophy on your arm, and practically half your age, too! "Let them call it luck, then! Now, quit your struggling and shaking."
He forced her closer, sharing his body heat with hers and holding her still. To his touch, she felt very warm, indeed; a little too warm, perhaps.
"Does that work? Else I'll fetch another blanket at my own risk of sweating out like some filthy hog in summertime."
Well, it was a very lucky thing indeed that Javert kept that particular sentiment to himself. As immensely happy with him as the woman currently was in this tranquil moment between the pair, Naomi's amiable mood would have taken a complete nosedive to hear he felt he was saddled with a wife like her, even if he only meant it in reference to her incurable illness and looming death.
"No," she uttered softly right into his broad chest, squirming to find the perfect position for maximum comfort. "This is absolutely perfect. Thank you." And with a final quick kiss to his jaw, Naomi pressed herself against his warm body, mumbled a whispered goodnight, and quickly fell into a peaceful, deep sleep, no doubt a happy side effect of the delicious wine and sleep medication she had earlier consumed
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He was groggy. His rest was not a peaceful one, plagued by strange and unsettling dreams that he could not quite grasp. The memories of them were slipping rapidly. His first instinct was to reach for his Dreamberry device on his nightstand, ensuring that no private matters aired publicly that night, or that he was not plagued with calls. Only one new message appeared in his voicemail, and it was a professional confirmation of the med-spa appointment for his wife in the mid-morning.
It was a fortunate night, then. No irritating broadcasts, no unpleasant phone calls from nosy citizens, no invasions of his personal privacy. Javert clicked his tongue and glanced to his unmoving wife.
Well! Let the girl rest, he instructed to himself silently. There were some hours before she was required for the appointment, and the eternal father himself knew how her precious strength dwindled here and there. He gingerly extracted himself from the bedsheets and went about his morning ablutions
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As mentally guarded and prepared as Javert might have made himself that fateful day in the hospital waiting room, Naomi had known of her obviously declining health for months now, and of her terminal condition for years. And while it had been a frightening shock to her fragile system at first notice all those many years ago, the doctor had long since run through the various (and rather exhausting) stages of acceptance before finally arriving to a peaceful middle ground. After all of the emotional outbursts, the years spent searching desperately for some semblance of a cure, and the cold foreignness she'd felt in her own skin while fighting tooth-and-claw for her life against the thing growing inside of her, she'd finally met her impending demise head on with little challenge. Just as she'd dared to advise Solid Snake after injecting that deadly virus into his body so mercilessly and without care, she had ( ... )
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It was mostly unnerving, but it only made the woman that much more determined to appear as normal and as well as possible while under his dark gaze. So as Javert finally joined her on their couch, the tiny woman straightened stubbornly under her thick blanket and shined a bright smile up at her husband as she reached for the unexpected gift. She needed to give off some kind of convincing appearance of strength for his sake ( ... )
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He gave a dry little laugh, fanning out the assortment of books he picked up from the store for her. He reached past her carefully to pick up her still-full wine glass and held it for her until she beckoned for it. Finally, he leaned and folded just over her shoulder, his warm and alive breath brushing her goosebumped and pale throat, to watch her crack open and sift through his carefully-selected gifts.
"Do you see, now," he continued in a musing tone, "how you have ruined me entirely?"
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"I? Read?" he breathed. He plucked out the book with the half-naked policeman on the cover and fingered through it in distaste, as if the pages were slathered in piss. "Ah! You do have an infuriating knack for requesting my favorite activities."
Javert turned to the first page, his eyes sweeping across the first paragraph. He cast an exaggerated arched brow to Naomi, done to such an extent that she probably read it as him carrying on with that brand of melodramatic effect he was so fond of.
"I tell you," he rumbled, "I am not responsible for any unpleasant --" he tilted his head, "or pleasant -- side-effects from this reading. Do we have a deal?"
Javert readjusted her, and ensured she was comfortable and the fire was burning bright. Then he read.
First he slyly and rather defiantly read in the sort of cold monotone well-befitting of a stern inspector. At her complaint, he took it in the opposite direction, adding ( ... )
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Even when she was feeling such warm, loving feelings for her dear husband of less than a year, Naomi would always have a rather selfish mindset. It was just too big a part of who she was.
"Oh please," she murmured in reply before burrowing deeper into the heavy blanket to seek out the warmth there. Even if she still had some weight to gain back and some color to bring back to her checks after the last month of wretched illness, Naomi was still completely assured in her beauty. "I think you'll just be congratulated once again on your stunning luck and good taste. Just like usual." Though really, with her going out in ( ... )
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He forced her closer, sharing his body heat with hers and holding her still. To his touch, she felt very warm, indeed; a little too warm, perhaps.
"Does that work? Else I'll fetch another blanket at my own risk of sweating out like some filthy hog in summertime."
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"No," she uttered softly right into his broad chest, squirming to find the perfect position for maximum comfort. "This is absolutely perfect. Thank you." And with a final quick kiss to his jaw, Naomi pressed herself against his warm body, mumbled a whispered goodnight, and quickly fell into a peaceful, deep sleep, no doubt a happy side effect of the delicious wine and sleep medication she had earlier consumed ( ... )
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He was groggy. His rest was not a peaceful one, plagued by strange and unsettling dreams that he could not quite grasp. The memories of them were slipping rapidly. His first instinct was to reach for his Dreamberry device on his nightstand, ensuring that no private matters aired publicly that night, or that he was not plagued with calls. Only one new message appeared in his voicemail, and it was a professional confirmation of the med-spa appointment for his wife in the mid-morning.
It was a fortunate night, then. No irritating broadcasts, no unpleasant phone calls from nosy citizens, no invasions of his personal privacy. Javert clicked his tongue and glanced to his unmoving wife.
Well! Let the girl rest, he instructed to himself silently. There were some hours before she was required for the appointment, and the eternal father himself knew how her precious strength dwindled here and there. He gingerly extracted himself from the bedsheets and went about his morning ablutions ( ... )
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