But dreams just aren’t enough
Characters: Duo Maxwell, Quatre Raberba Winner
Content: A pilot and strategist have a chat over a cup of tea and a meal.
Time: After the party/mingling log.
Setting: The Silvana's Galley
Warnings: None.
Quatre was humming cheerfully as he headed towards the galley. A good cup of tea sounded really good right now. He reached up and adjusted the hat that sat on top of his head. Walking into the galley, he pulled on his brown leather gloves over the lace gloves that came to his elbows.
Already in the galley, Duo was off by himself watching the crowd in a typical newbie manner, scarfing down a rather large meal. He was eating fast, and a lot, which, to someone used to having regular meals, might have seemed odd. It didn't matter too much to him in that respect. He was in his flight suit, having just got back from a training run.
The blonde easily moved through the crowd, going over to the stove to boil water. Reaching up, he began to search through the cupboards... Finding the tin, he grabbed it and then moved to get a cup.
Even with the cap, the pale blond hair stood out and caught the pilot's eye. He watched the other for a moment before he realized where he'd seen him from. Duo remembered having seen him around at the party on the upper decks. He smirked a bit, waiting to see if he could catch the strategist's attention.
He turned and glanced over his shoulder. Quatre's bright blue eyes met the pilot's eyes and he smirked a bit. With a wink, he turned to finish making his tea.
That had been easier than he thought. Mildly confused, Duo went back to eating.
After his tea was done, and he had grabbed something small to eat, the blonde walked over to join the pilot.
He looked up from his food as he heard footsteps approach and offered the other crew member a quick and easy smile. "Hi, there," he said.
"Hello." He said cheerfully, his eyes dancing.
"Pull up a chair," Duo said, waving to one of the empty seats at the table. "I'm Duo Maxwell."
Quatre sat down caddy-corner to Duo. He held out his gloved hand. "Quatre Raberba Winner."
Duo shook his hand, not realizing the name at first, but then it clicked. "Winner? As in Golden Boy Winner, the heir to the trade markets?" The long-haired pilot stared at the blond next to him. "Uh... whaddya doin' on this bucket of bolts? I thought your family supported pacifism?"
He laughed and blushed lightly. Quatre reached up and removed his hat and goggles. "My father does, but I am not my father." He replied as he set down his hat on the table. He then removed both pairs of gloves.
"Gotcha... say no more," Duo said with a cocky grin. He scarfed down another large portion of his meal. "Hey... So whaddya do 'round here?" he asked. "You're not that kid that moved from pilot to strategist, are ya?"
"I am." He replied with a smile, "You must be one of the newest pilots."
"Yup... came on board just before that party upstairs. Saw you there, by the way."
He laughed a bit, eyes sparkling. "I saw you too.. Hard to miss the rope of hair."
Duo laughed. "Ha! Yeah... It's one o' my best features." He grinned. "My most notable, too." Of course, Duo wasn't all that aware just how unusual his violet-blue eyes were, either. Not that Quatre had normal eyes either. They almost looked aqua.
"You have unusual colored eyes too." The small blonde remarked before taking a sip of his tea.
"Not many people mention them," Duo said, his tone a bit softer, almost nostalgic for a moment, but it passed quickly. "I think my hair draws all the attention." He shrugged.
Quatre laughed and set down his cup. He picked up a slice of sweet bread he had and took a piece off before offering some to Duo.
"Hey, thanks." Duo took the offered piece. "Help yourself to anything I got... I have a tendency to eat a lot. Old habit, I guess." He chuckled a bit wryly before working on the bread.
"What are you eating?" Quatre asked peering at Duo's large meal.
"I just grabbed a little of everything off the buffet over there," he said. "I'm not all that shy about eating. Willing to try everything, but I know what I like. So far, haven't found much I don't."
Quatre nodded and picked up a piece of fruit from Duo's plate. He nibbled on it and then smiled.
"You're a light eater, huh?"
"I've never been one for eating a lot."
"I eat whatever I can whenever I can," Duo said. "Then again, mealtimes were never really regular for me."
Quatre nodded and then picked up his cup, taking a sip of the warm liquid.
"Hey... you hear about that combat training we all gotta do?"
"I do. Are you going to go?" Quatre asked.
"Well, we gotta, don't we? I mean... the guy said he'd come lookin' for us."
Quatre snorted. "If he was going to force me to do anything against my will, I'd make sure he'd regret it."
Duo frowned a bit. "That kinda goes against the whole... shipmate ideal, though, don't it?"
"I'm not much for combat."
"Then whydja join the Silvana?"
"I was a passenger originally." Quatre said holding his tea cup close, "But... I found the atmosphere of the ship and the people friendly... So, I stayed on as a cabin boy. I then worked my way up to a pilot and now as a strategist."
"So you been here a while..." Duo nodded. "How old are you?"
"Me? I'm twenty."
Duo blinked. "You don't look much older'n me."
"How old are you?" Quatre asked curiously.
"Mm... seventeen, I think." Duo shrugged. "Never knew for sure."
"For all you know, you just might be older." The blonde said softly.
"It doesn't really matter," Duo said. "I never found it important."
"Age isn't relevant." he said.
Duo chuckled. "Nope," he agreed. "As long as you can do the job, who cares how old ya are?"
He laughed a bit, smiling. "Do you play chess?
Duo blinked. "Some... why?"
"Just curious. I'm looking for someone I can play against."
"Somehow, I doubt playing chess with a professional strategist is all that good an idea."
"I'm not professional."
"No?" Duo leaned on the table. "Let's see... it's your job... you get paid for it... you use it as a title... the rest of the ship looks at you as one... I'd say you're pretty damn close to bein' a pro."
Quatre shrugged and set down his cup.
"What?"
"Nothing." He replied innocently, a small smirk on his face.
Duo watched Quatre closely for a moment, smirking as well. Something told him Quatre wasn't taking him at face value the way most people did. This could be interesting. "Alright... fine. You're on."
The blonde grinned at that. He knew Duo was smarter than he let on. "This shall be fun."
"It will."
Quatre laughed softly.
Duo went back to his eating.
He finished his sweet bread and tea.
"Well, it was nice meetin' ya... lemme know when you wanna get together for that match."
"I shall Duo." Quire replied cheerfully. He pulled both pairs of gloves back on, and smiled warmly
Duo watched, curious about the lace, but figured he could ask at another time. He smiled back at the blond.
"Is there something you want to ask me?" the young strategist asked looking at Duo.
"Hm?" Duo shook his head. "Not right now."
"Word of advise Duo... Never lie to me." He smiled brightly, his voice light and airy.
"I ain't lyin'," he said. "I just don't need ta ask right now." He eyed Quatre closely.
"Just a word of warning." He picked up his hat and put it on.
The pilot frowned. "Hey... I run and hide, but I don't tell lies," he said, a serious look on his face. "I don't appreciate what you're insinuating about me."
Quatre gave a small bow to Duo. "Then forgive me for it. It's a warning I give to everyone I meet."
"Any particular reason you feel the need?"
With a sigh, he removed his gloves and then held out his hand to Duo. "Give me your hand."
Duo gave him a curious look, one eyebrow piqued in interest. He reached out and grabbed Quatre's hand again.
Quatre tensed for a moment and then relaxed. He closed his eyes, placing his other hand over Duo's. "You're annoyed and confused.... Intrigued."
"Well, to say the least," Duo said. "Though, I've never been really good at hiding things." He was a bit unnerved by that, since he wasn't sure if all that had actually shown on his face beyond the fact that he was a bit miffed at being almost called a liar.
He released Duo's hand and stepped back, bowing his head. "It's not a matter of you hiding things, it's a matter of me sensing them..."
"How'd you do that?" he asked.
Quatre looked around as he pulled his gloves on. There wasn't anyone in the galley at the moment.... "I'm an empath."
Duo saw the way Quatre looked around. Like he hadn't wanted anyone to know. He nodded. "Interesting. Don't think I've met one of them before." He eyed the gloves again. "Is that why you're wearing two pairs?"
"Yes." He said a little too quickly. Best to lie about the first pair of gloves.
Duo narrowed his eyes. "Hey... if I gotta be honest with you, you gotta be honest with me. If you don't wanna say, just say so."
"My sister told me the lace gloves where our mother's when she gave them to me."
"So it's a sentimental thing..." Duo said, suddenly understanding. He nodded.
Quatre nodded. "Please, don't tell anyone I'm an empath."
Duo nodded. "You've got my word, Q-man."
He smiled widely. "Thank you Duo!"
He nodded. "Sure thing."
The blonde nodded to the chestnut haired pilot.
"Nice talkin' to ya," Duo said.
"It was very nice talking to you." He held out his gloved hand.
Duo took Quatre's hand and shook it firmly.
Duo's grip was firm, not like many people's grips... Even though he was a man, people where afraid they would hurt him because he was smaller.
The long-haired pilot figured that, if the kid could fly, he could handle a good handshake.
Quatre smiled brightly at Duo and then released his hand.
"I'll be seein' ya."
"Have a pleasant evening Duo." He nodded to the other and then headed out of the galley.
Duo smiled and went back to eating.
Content: A pilot and strategist have a chat over a cup of tea and a meal.
Time: After the party/mingling log.
Setting: The Silvana's Galley
Warnings: None.
Quatre was humming cheerfully as he headed towards the galley. A good cup of tea sounded really good right now. He reached up and adjusted the hat that sat on top of his head. Walking into the galley, he pulled on his brown leather gloves over the lace gloves that came to his elbows.
Already in the galley, Duo was off by himself watching the crowd in a typical newbie manner, scarfing down a rather large meal. He was eating fast, and a lot, which, to someone used to having regular meals, might have seemed odd. It didn't matter too much to him in that respect. He was in his flight suit, having just got back from a training run.
The blonde easily moved through the crowd, going over to the stove to boil water. Reaching up, he began to search through the cupboards... Finding the tin, he grabbed it and then moved to get a cup.
Even with the cap, the pale blond hair stood out and caught the pilot's eye. He watched the other for a moment before he realized where he'd seen him from. Duo remembered having seen him around at the party on the upper decks. He smirked a bit, waiting to see if he could catch the strategist's attention.
He turned and glanced over his shoulder. Quatre's bright blue eyes met the pilot's eyes and he smirked a bit. With a wink, he turned to finish making his tea.
That had been easier than he thought. Mildly confused, Duo went back to eating.
After his tea was done, and he had grabbed something small to eat, the blonde walked over to join the pilot.
He looked up from his food as he heard footsteps approach and offered the other crew member a quick and easy smile. "Hi, there," he said.
"Hello." He said cheerfully, his eyes dancing.
"Pull up a chair," Duo said, waving to one of the empty seats at the table. "I'm Duo Maxwell."
Quatre sat down caddy-corner to Duo. He held out his gloved hand. "Quatre Raberba Winner."
Duo shook his hand, not realizing the name at first, but then it clicked. "Winner? As in Golden Boy Winner, the heir to the trade markets?" The long-haired pilot stared at the blond next to him. "Uh... whaddya doin' on this bucket of bolts? I thought your family supported pacifism?"
He laughed and blushed lightly. Quatre reached up and removed his hat and goggles. "My father does, but I am not my father." He replied as he set down his hat on the table. He then removed both pairs of gloves.
"Gotcha... say no more," Duo said with a cocky grin. He scarfed down another large portion of his meal. "Hey... So whaddya do 'round here?" he asked. "You're not that kid that moved from pilot to strategist, are ya?"
"I am." He replied with a smile, "You must be one of the newest pilots."
"Yup... came on board just before that party upstairs. Saw you there, by the way."
He laughed a bit, eyes sparkling. "I saw you too.. Hard to miss the rope of hair."
Duo laughed. "Ha! Yeah... It's one o' my best features." He grinned. "My most notable, too." Of course, Duo wasn't all that aware just how unusual his violet-blue eyes were, either. Not that Quatre had normal eyes either. They almost looked aqua.
"You have unusual colored eyes too." The small blonde remarked before taking a sip of his tea.
"Not many people mention them," Duo said, his tone a bit softer, almost nostalgic for a moment, but it passed quickly. "I think my hair draws all the attention." He shrugged.
Quatre laughed and set down his cup. He picked up a slice of sweet bread he had and took a piece off before offering some to Duo.
"Hey, thanks." Duo took the offered piece. "Help yourself to anything I got... I have a tendency to eat a lot. Old habit, I guess." He chuckled a bit wryly before working on the bread.
"What are you eating?" Quatre asked peering at Duo's large meal.
"I just grabbed a little of everything off the buffet over there," he said. "I'm not all that shy about eating. Willing to try everything, but I know what I like. So far, haven't found much I don't."
Quatre nodded and picked up a piece of fruit from Duo's plate. He nibbled on it and then smiled.
"You're a light eater, huh?"
"I've never been one for eating a lot."
"I eat whatever I can whenever I can," Duo said. "Then again, mealtimes were never really regular for me."
Quatre nodded and then picked up his cup, taking a sip of the warm liquid.
"Hey... you hear about that combat training we all gotta do?"
"I do. Are you going to go?" Quatre asked.
"Well, we gotta, don't we? I mean... the guy said he'd come lookin' for us."
Quatre snorted. "If he was going to force me to do anything against my will, I'd make sure he'd regret it."
Duo frowned a bit. "That kinda goes against the whole... shipmate ideal, though, don't it?"
"I'm not much for combat."
"Then whydja join the Silvana?"
"I was a passenger originally." Quatre said holding his tea cup close, "But... I found the atmosphere of the ship and the people friendly... So, I stayed on as a cabin boy. I then worked my way up to a pilot and now as a strategist."
"So you been here a while..." Duo nodded. "How old are you?"
"Me? I'm twenty."
Duo blinked. "You don't look much older'n me."
"How old are you?" Quatre asked curiously.
"Mm... seventeen, I think." Duo shrugged. "Never knew for sure."
"For all you know, you just might be older." The blonde said softly.
"It doesn't really matter," Duo said. "I never found it important."
"Age isn't relevant." he said.
Duo chuckled. "Nope," he agreed. "As long as you can do the job, who cares how old ya are?"
He laughed a bit, smiling. "Do you play chess?
Duo blinked. "Some... why?"
"Just curious. I'm looking for someone I can play against."
"Somehow, I doubt playing chess with a professional strategist is all that good an idea."
"I'm not professional."
"No?" Duo leaned on the table. "Let's see... it's your job... you get paid for it... you use it as a title... the rest of the ship looks at you as one... I'd say you're pretty damn close to bein' a pro."
Quatre shrugged and set down his cup.
"What?"
"Nothing." He replied innocently, a small smirk on his face.
Duo watched Quatre closely for a moment, smirking as well. Something told him Quatre wasn't taking him at face value the way most people did. This could be interesting. "Alright... fine. You're on."
The blonde grinned at that. He knew Duo was smarter than he let on. "This shall be fun."
"It will."
Quatre laughed softly.
Duo went back to his eating.
He finished his sweet bread and tea.
"Well, it was nice meetin' ya... lemme know when you wanna get together for that match."
"I shall Duo." Quire replied cheerfully. He pulled both pairs of gloves back on, and smiled warmly
Duo watched, curious about the lace, but figured he could ask at another time. He smiled back at the blond.
"Is there something you want to ask me?" the young strategist asked looking at Duo.
"Hm?" Duo shook his head. "Not right now."
"Word of advise Duo... Never lie to me." He smiled brightly, his voice light and airy.
"I ain't lyin'," he said. "I just don't need ta ask right now." He eyed Quatre closely.
"Just a word of warning." He picked up his hat and put it on.
The pilot frowned. "Hey... I run and hide, but I don't tell lies," he said, a serious look on his face. "I don't appreciate what you're insinuating about me."
Quatre gave a small bow to Duo. "Then forgive me for it. It's a warning I give to everyone I meet."
"Any particular reason you feel the need?"
With a sigh, he removed his gloves and then held out his hand to Duo. "Give me your hand."
Duo gave him a curious look, one eyebrow piqued in interest. He reached out and grabbed Quatre's hand again.
Quatre tensed for a moment and then relaxed. He closed his eyes, placing his other hand over Duo's. "You're annoyed and confused.... Intrigued."
"Well, to say the least," Duo said. "Though, I've never been really good at hiding things." He was a bit unnerved by that, since he wasn't sure if all that had actually shown on his face beyond the fact that he was a bit miffed at being almost called a liar.
He released Duo's hand and stepped back, bowing his head. "It's not a matter of you hiding things, it's a matter of me sensing them..."
"How'd you do that?" he asked.
Quatre looked around as he pulled his gloves on. There wasn't anyone in the galley at the moment.... "I'm an empath."
Duo saw the way Quatre looked around. Like he hadn't wanted anyone to know. He nodded. "Interesting. Don't think I've met one of them before." He eyed the gloves again. "Is that why you're wearing two pairs?"
"Yes." He said a little too quickly. Best to lie about the first pair of gloves.
Duo narrowed his eyes. "Hey... if I gotta be honest with you, you gotta be honest with me. If you don't wanna say, just say so."
"My sister told me the lace gloves where our mother's when she gave them to me."
"So it's a sentimental thing..." Duo said, suddenly understanding. He nodded.
Quatre nodded. "Please, don't tell anyone I'm an empath."
Duo nodded. "You've got my word, Q-man."
He smiled widely. "Thank you Duo!"
He nodded. "Sure thing."
The blonde nodded to the chestnut haired pilot.
"Nice talkin' to ya," Duo said.
"It was very nice talking to you." He held out his gloved hand.
Duo took Quatre's hand and shook it firmly.
Duo's grip was firm, not like many people's grips... Even though he was a man, people where afraid they would hurt him because he was smaller.
The long-haired pilot figured that, if the kid could fly, he could handle a good handshake.
Quatre smiled brightly at Duo and then released his hand.
"I'll be seein' ya."
"Have a pleasant evening Duo." He nodded to the other and then headed out of the galley.
Duo smiled and went back to eating.