oom: post-atlantean adventures

[puckishly]

Puck, who has woken rather early having frankly not slept all that much, prepares to greet the inevitable day.

Is this enough water?

He'd thought it was.

He does hope Havelock isn't cross.




... But if he is, it will likely be at least a little bit hilarious.

"And I wish to hear not a word from you," he notes to the portrait.

The painting sits balefully on the wall, keeping a sulky silence.

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[puckishly]

"You should know, not I."

Puck's fingers continue to brush through his hair, gentle.

It seems the best way not to interfere with water-drinking.

"You insisted they ought to be the equal to any bird or animal."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock thinks.


For a moment.


Then he gives up.


"I am sure the logic will return to me," he offers weakly, and finishes his water with resolve.

[puckishly]

Puck pats his head gently-- veeeery very gently.

(And giggles.)

"It is never far from you for very long, I find."

[oneman_onevote]

"Where was it last night?" Havelock asks him, a little sourly.

Regreeeeets.

And pain. That too.

[puckishly]

The fairy glances shiftily to the side.

"Now, now, my love. That was hardly your fault."

Alcohol is a fiend!

[oneman_onevote]

And so is Puck!

Havelock accepts, however, that he is also a force of nature, and that accepting anything from him was a risk.

That doesn't actually help him now.

He closes his eyes against the light for a moment.

"I beg to differ," he says, still rather croaky.

[puckishly]

Puck bends to press a kiss to his head.

"Oh?" he whispers, considerishly.

"Do you mean to say you do not find me utterly, unjustly irresistible?"

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock glowers at him from beneath an impressive tangle of hair.

"O darling of my heart, some days it is the only thing that keeps me from despair."

[puckishly]

Puck pulls back eeeeever so slightly.



What did Havelock do with that knife?

No reason. Just, you know, his reflexes are rather good even in this state, and Puck would like to ensure that Havelock doesn't neither of them does anything Puck they will later regret.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock eyes him a severe moment or two longer, then ruins his forbidding exterior by rubbing a sleepy hand across his eyes.

"Next time you can drink something I make," he mutters.

[puckishly]

Dawwww.

"Will you poison it?"

[oneman_onevote]

"You'll never know."


That's a no.


...Probably.

[puckishly]

Puck sighs.

"I shall have to take the gamble-- which seemed safe enough last night, but is rather less certain at present-- that you had rather a Robin alive than one dead."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock considers, with a wince when he props his head up on one hand.

"Not fatally, if I do, then."

[puckishly]

"Wonderful man," he murmurs, lashes fluttering dreamily.

A considering, peering pause.

"Tell me if there is aught else I may do for you."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock rolls his eyes, winces, and considers.

In that exact order.

"...Don't let me fall asleep again," he decides bravely. "That won't fix this."

[puckishly]

Puck, who was actually being sincere for some incredibly strange value of the word, simply gives a brief nod.

"Rather," he concurs.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock, for his part, nods back - then drops his head back down onto the pillow in a slightly pathetic manner.

Macho posturing is for the weak.

Um.

[puckishly]

Awwww.

It's so adorable sad!

Puck sits at the edge of the bed for a moment, letting his legs swing.

Then he slides onto the mattress next to Havelock (although not too far into his personal space), and curls up on his side.

[oneman_onevote]

After a moment, one hand makes a wavering quest out to find where Puck is lying, and grabs blindly.

The rest of him doesn't seem inclined to move.

[puckishly]

Puck hesitates at first, not sure if this is a hand that will choke him for getting Havelock drunk on Atlantean.

After a moment to judge, he decides his boyfriend is not going to destroy him and slides closer.

[oneman_onevote]

He'd never admit it, but at this precise moment, Havelock probably couldn't take him.

(To be honest, it's always an iffy prospect, but usually Havelock at least has determination on his side, should he ever need it.)

For now he seems happy enough with one hand curled just above one of Puck's elbows.

And in spite of what he just said, to be dozing again.

[puckishly]

Puck sighs.

And pokes him.

(At this juncture, loud or hissing speech would probably be more painful.)

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock makes a faint and only half-awake sound of protest.

Also, his nails dig in.

[puckishly]

"Ah," Puck laughs, breathy.

A soft snicker follows.

"Again?"