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Autumn mists hung like cobwebs, or strands or raw silk--

Oct 12, 2011 02:26

Characters: Huo (getsome_sleep) and Hawk (crimson_seeker)
Date/Time: [BACKDATED] Sunday 9 October, early evening
Location: Ancient Chinese House, Melee Island
Rating: PG-ish
Summary: It starts with a discovery in the Scavengers' Yard and will probably again spin off into parts unknown. Likely destinations include the abduction plot, Orca, the Sphere's fate, and other such ( Read more... )

red cliff: kongming (huo), !complete, tenryu: kouei (hawk)*

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getsome_sleep October 13 2011, 23:21:57 UTC

Inside the house, Huo let out a long breath through his nose and let his eyes open as they had been conspiring to do for the last half an hour and more ( ... )

crimson_seeker October 14 2011, 21:01:32 UTC

Hawk looked up, having heard the soft sound of the door. Absorbed as he was in his task, some part of him was habitually alert to changes in his surroundings. He let his hands rest for a moment, setting down the oiled cloth he'd been using to polish the last of the rusty smudges from the spearhead.

Huo was not an unwelcome sight, no; while they both carried their own, tightly wound tensions, there was no animosity between them. Hawk had felt more at ease after seeing Stellaris the day before, but Huo seemed to find no such solace. He could guess as to the reasons why accurately enough ( ... )

getsome_sleep October 14 2011, 21:27:20 UTC

So he had guessed correctly. Huo's eyes widened a touch further, and he dropped down to a crouch the examine the spear more closely, admire its make and its shape. Spears were not generally very elaborate weapons, but this one had definite personality. A small piece of Hawk's home, then - how long had he carried it? Years, decades? Through all the many other things that lay on his mind, he was pulled to wonder how it must feel to have something like that restored to one's hand ( ... )

...no dialogue, then. Sorry. crimson_seeker October 14 2011, 22:00:29 UTC

As Huo held out his hand, Hawk shifted to offer the fan to him, and saw how his expression softened, opened, and then closed again as swiftly as the smile had flickered at the corners of his mouth.

The fan, which Hawk had picked up more as a curiosity, meant something to Huo. Something akin to the significance of the spear, made for his own hand, fitted to his strength.

Reaching out, Hawk took Huo's hand and set the somewhat bedraggled fan in it, closing his fingers gently on it. Keeping his grip, he looked up at his friend's face, brows slanted up in a silent inquiry.

Ahh, the awkward silence... XD getsome_sleep October 14 2011, 23:12:59 UTC

The fan fit just as he knew that it would - perfectly, as though the handle had been shaped to the curve of his hand, his nervous fingers that had always searched for a thing just like this to toy with. Perhaps it was just so - perhaps his own hand had done the shaping, it was possible, likely even. Such a small, common object, and yet he had needed it so very much.

Happiness threatened again, and again he forced it back angrily. No. This is too little, and much too late.

He glanced up, finding Hawk's gaze on him. "This is mine," he muttered. "I held it in my dream. How interesting that you should find them both together." It was the one thing about this that he was inclined to be pleased with.