a man who loves a diamond.

[oleanderknife]

Hasibe is still not quite used to spending her days in the house, though she's taken to long walks around the neighborhood in the morning to occupy herself--it's not as though she has nothing to do, but she will definitely be happier when she is working more consistently, no matter what path she chooses.

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[beingtwofold]

Dr. Jekyll's magical adventures in salt-procurement concluded, he is actually in the house when all of this occurs, specifically on the computer responding to an email from work which was apparently sent in the twenty minutes it took him to drive home (Hasi's car, for the record; they can function as a one-car household, but certainly not permanently). He does actually check his email this obsessively, determined to excel in this new position with all possible speed, perhaps aside from the affection-strewn messages he tends to send Hasibe on an hourly basis, but they don't prevent him from finishing the things with which he is tasked well before they are required, and also it's academia, someone is probably just glad he's sending these things to the girlfriend he lives with and not some hapless graduate student.

Because that happens. Meanwhile: he is noticing being noticed at work, in the vein of how hard he pushes himself, although it's not with as much downward force as it once was; he knows better, now, and he has certain

[oleanderknife]

She pushes herself up onto her hands, palms flat, when she spots him in the doorway, and lifts the right to slide it through her insane twisting mane of curly hair. Hasi's smile is automatic, upon seeing him, as though she can't actually help herself (this may be true), sleep-tousled as she is, camisole straps slipping and unnoticed. "I was," she says, ruefully, "and then I was abruptly not, owing to my unconscious's whims. But I'm happy you're home."

And she demonstrates as much by sliding closer, on her knees, to kiss Henry hello.

A lot. It is entirely possible she will never ever tire of this. Also seen on the bed, half hanging over the edge: a book of plays. She'll get to that soon enough, presumably, but first and most important things first. Domesticity aside, Hasi will never really be the traditional housewife type; her version of 'settled,' of a 'welcome home'...still involves her teeth in his lip.

[beingtwofold]

"Mmmn," He says...into her mouth, basically, since why not; they're close enough that it seems to warrant it. "Can you tell your unconscious it shouldn't provide me with undue stress? I've had a hard day of menial intellectual labor."

Mostly kidding, but apparently he has decided to entertain himself by bitching genially about his job. This is actually a good sign, it tends to mean that he likes it, but never mind, it is safe to say he likes this better, their very own charmingly skewed version of domesticity, a house still only mostly unpacked that feels genuinely like a home. He fixes her straps for her, absently, and then realizes belatedly that is just silly and pushes them down again.

....what, they've been separated for like nine hours.

[oleanderknife]

"Oh," she says, sympathetic, and demonstrating as much with an assortment of shorter, delicate kisses to his mouth and then jawline, "Believe me, I'll send along a memo. It's mostly just that I haven't quite adjusted to six years' of repressed psychic energy being...ah, abruptly unleashed. So I woke up to the furniture levitating."

So casually. She wraps her arms around him with an inhale that is both contented and prepared to cope with the consequences of being able to do what she can. That aside, she knows good and well they are in a similar boat there, and actually at least she has some background there, so...there is that, the fact that in a way she is actually quite lucky. And there is Hasi, all up on her boyfriend, like usual.

"It happens. It'll happen less with time. But clearly you need to unwind after your day, don't you?"