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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[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?"

[oneman_onevote]

"...Hm?""

Atlantean.

Never again.



...Havelock will swear, once he's fully cogent.

[puckishly]

"Your nails," he murmurs in a soft sing-song, tipping his head closer to Havelock's ear.

[oneman_onevote]

Pillow-muffled, "...Oh."

His grip loosens.

A bit.

Enough, hopefully.

[puckishly]

Puck blinks, then giggles.

Oh, Havelock.

Who do you take him for?

"Again, rather," he protests, amused.

"Is what I said."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock pauses, still facedown in the pillow.

Then he lets go of Puck's arm in favour of curling a swift hand over the back of his neck.

Nails and all, if Puck insists.

[puckishly]

"Mmmm," he says ticklishly, neck craning slightly.

This seems to be a sign of approval.

[oneman_onevote]

Oh good.

Havelock isn't losing his touch completely, then.

He settles his fingers comfortably in the soft tangles of hair at the nape of Puck's neck, and tries to will his headache away.

It could work.

[puckishly]

Puck, meanwhile, stretches pleasantly; his fingertips graze down along Havelock's side.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock hand tightens a little in his hair.

That's code for 'tickle me right now, and die'.

Well, 'die' or possibly 'be thrown up upon' which is less dire but also less dignified.