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empathicfault) wrote2023-06-18 11:04 am
empathicfault) wrote2023-06-18 11:04 am
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"I'm so glad you like it," Malcolm tells him, holding him tight. "I knew they had to have things that we wouldn't be able to get at home."
"You were right," Will replies contentedly. "I just never would've thought to look for something like that. It's so thoughtful."
He pulls back enough to kiss him, then gives him a sheepish smile. "I got you something too, but I don't know if I should be trying to follow this up."
He pulls back enough to kiss him, then gives him a sheepish smile. "I got you something too, but I don't know if I should be trying to follow this up."
"You got me something?" The only person who'd ever given him gifts that weren't obligations was Gil.
Not counting his dad in the Before Times.
"What is it?" he asks eagerly, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet, even still in Will's grasp.
Not counting his dad in the Before Times.
"What is it?" he asks eagerly, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet, even still in Will's grasp.
You could. But honestly? It might not matter to him.
[ He sighs slightly. ]
I actually don't know if he's to have a rough time with maybe-killing some people who were threatening you both. Probably best to not focus on details, regardless.
[ He sighs slightly. ]
I actually don't know if he's to have a rough time with maybe-killing some people who were threatening you both. Probably best to not focus on details, regardless.
Will laughs, looking down towards the counter. He kind of has to now, doesn't he? Maybe he should've waited until Malcolm noticed the box.
He sort of wishes he had three hands now, though. He somehow manages to reach for the box with one arm without letting entirely go of their hug. It takes a firm grasp on Malcolm's upper arm for a moment, but it works.
He comes back with a small box, with a small thing inside. Will bites his lip as he watches Malcolm open it.
He sort of wishes he had three hands now, though. He somehow manages to reach for the box with one arm without letting entirely go of their hug. It takes a firm grasp on Malcolm's upper arm for a moment, but it works.
He comes back with a small box, with a small thing inside. Will bites his lip as he watches Malcolm open it.
Yeah...I got it.
[ He manages not to audibly sigh. You never let him have any fun, Shaw! ]
[ He manages not to audibly sigh. You never let him have any fun, Shaw! ]
Malcolm opens the box and his eyes widen a little. He looks up at Will.
“This is a ring.”
Thank you, Captain Obvious. He takes it carefully out of the box, like it’s made of something that will crumble or evaporate if he handles it too roughly.
“It’s beautiful,” he breathes. He looks from the finish - gold showing through the cracks, like him - to Will with wonder. “How is this less big than what I got you?” he says, almost accusing, clutching it in his palm to his chest before putting his hand out so he can open it and look at the ring again.
“This is a ring.”
Thank you, Captain Obvious. He takes it carefully out of the box, like it’s made of something that will crumble or evaporate if he handles it too roughly.
“It’s beautiful,” he breathes. He looks from the finish - gold showing through the cracks, like him - to Will with wonder. “How is this less big than what I got you?” he says, almost accusing, clutching it in his palm to his chest before putting his hand out so he can open it and look at the ring again.
"I-" His words catch in his throat and he swallows them down. "I wasn't sure how you'd take it. But I couldn't let the chance to get something pass me by. Try it on? I was guessing on the size." He'd needed to check before they left port, in case he has to exchange it.
As Malcolm (hopefully) does that, Will continues. "It's made out of a meteorite that got past the defense barrier and scratched the station. Apparently, that's 'lucky,'" he adds with a small smile. "Malcolm, this is a promise, from me to you. I will be by your side as much and as long as I can be. I'm not-"
He half-smiles, then shakes his head, feeling like he's messing this up but continuing anyway. "I'm only not proposing because I'm still stuck here. As soon as I'm free, you better be ready for me. But with everything I do have, right now, I'm with you. Okay?"
As Malcolm (hopefully) does that, Will continues. "It's made out of a meteorite that got past the defense barrier and scratched the station. Apparently, that's 'lucky,'" he adds with a small smile. "Malcolm, this is a promise, from me to you. I will be by your side as much and as long as I can be. I'm not-"
He half-smiles, then shakes his head, feeling like he's messing this up but continuing anyway. "I'm only not proposing because I'm still stuck here. As soon as I'm free, you better be ready for me. But with everything I do have, right now, I'm with you. Okay?"
Malcolm slides it on his finger and then alternates between looking at it on his finger and looking at Will’s face with the same dopey, charmed expression. When Will finishes, Malcolm holds his gaze, nods, then gives him a gentle, lingering kiss.
“If you were asking me, I’d say yes.” A beat and a crooked smile. “And Shaw would kill us both. But I don’t care about that or whether you’re free. I’m with you.” He nods and his fingers move restless along seams and stitches on Will’s shirt. “And I love it. Thank you.” He kisses him again. “Thank you.”
“If you were asking me, I’d say yes.” A beat and a crooked smile. “And Shaw would kill us both. But I don’t care about that or whether you’re free. I’m with you.” He nods and his fingers move restless along seams and stitches on Will’s shirt. “And I love it. Thank you.” He kisses him again. “Thank you.”
"Shaw's gonna kill me anyway when she sees that ring," Will says with a chuckle, before Malcolm kisses him and thanks him again. Will leans into it, feeling warm and loved.
But it wasn't just Shaw that was keeping him from making this a more normal proposal. And so, he reluctantly pulls back, just enough to look Malcolm in the eye. He takes both of Malcolm's hands in his own. "It's not just that I'm stuck. It's the way I'm stuck. I'm still on the ferry with Charon, waiting to see which side of the river he leaves me on. I...don't want to even think about it, I know neither of us does- but I could disappear from this place. But I- if I exist, no matter where or how, I'll pass through whatever universal barriers I need to in order to find my way back to you. To where I feel at home."
He feels a little bad, because this is quite heavy to lay at someone's feet all of a sudden. He and Malcolm talk about serious topics all the time, but broaching the topic of the future is a little more difficult for both of them. Still. He wants Malcolm to know he's going into this with clear eyes, and with an unshakeable resolve.
But it wasn't just Shaw that was keeping him from making this a more normal proposal. And so, he reluctantly pulls back, just enough to look Malcolm in the eye. He takes both of Malcolm's hands in his own. "It's not just that I'm stuck. It's the way I'm stuck. I'm still on the ferry with Charon, waiting to see which side of the river he leaves me on. I...don't want to even think about it, I know neither of us does- but I could disappear from this place. But I- if I exist, no matter where or how, I'll pass through whatever universal barriers I need to in order to find my way back to you. To where I feel at home."
He feels a little bad, because this is quite heavy to lay at someone's feet all of a sudden. He and Malcolm talk about serious topics all the time, but broaching the topic of the future is a little more difficult for both of them. Still. He wants Malcolm to know he's going into this with clear eyes, and with an unshakeable resolve.
Malcolm doesn’t try not to have emotions around Will. It isn’t even an instinct when they’re together anymore, trying to clamp down on them. Several cross his face, but he holds his gaze.
“If you don’t find me, I’ll find you,” he finally says, quiet but firm. “I can find you. I can go anywhere. If you can’t get back, then I’ll come for you.”
“If you don’t find me, I’ll find you,” he finally says, quiet but firm. “I can find you. I can go anywhere. If you can’t get back, then I’ll come for you.”
Will watches, quietly. He's not sure, for a short while, if maybe he brought this up too early. But they're both used to hard truths, and working through them. It's far easier to do so when they're together.
Malcolm's decision- not just bracing for the worst-case scenario but deciding to fight it- honestly surprises Will. It shouldn't, but it does. That someone other than the worst monster he knows would do that for him...there's a flash of vulnerability that breaks through the determination in his eyes, and he feels a little like crying. He smiles instead, pulling up Malcolm's hand so he can kiss his knuckles gently.
"I'd like that. We'll find each other then, fate and universal barriers be damned." He meets Malcolm's eyes once more. And when they kiss again, he feels like he's kissing the cosmos. Light and energy pour through them both. "And God help anyone that tries to get between us," he murmurs happily against Malcolm's lips.
Malcolm's decision- not just bracing for the worst-case scenario but deciding to fight it- honestly surprises Will. It shouldn't, but it does. That someone other than the worst monster he knows would do that for him...there's a flash of vulnerability that breaks through the determination in his eyes, and he feels a little like crying. He smiles instead, pulling up Malcolm's hand so he can kiss his knuckles gently.
"I'd like that. We'll find each other then, fate and universal barriers be damned." He meets Malcolm's eyes once more. And when they kiss again, he feels like he's kissing the cosmos. Light and energy pour through them both. "And God help anyone that tries to get between us," he murmurs happily against Malcolm's lips.
That does make sense. And it makes sense that it...makes you uncomfortable, too. It clashes with my idea that no one I care about should get hurt, that's all.
...and yes, I'm aware that's unrealistic. Especially here. But I still feel how I feel about it.
...and yes, I'm aware that's unrealistic. Especially here. But I still feel how I feel about it.
A couple days, for getting shot? Did it just graze you?
[ Someone has been shot too many times to not be a bit skeptical about it. But hey, Malcolm does blow things out of proportion sometimes...usually emotions, though.... ]
[ Someone has been shot too many times to not be a bit skeptical about it. But hey, Malcolm does blow things out of proportion sometimes...usually emotions, though.... ]
[ Will sighs a bit, but he's smiling to himself as he does. She could've told him it was future tech and he'd have believed it. But she didn't. ]
You don't need to walk wounded right now, you know. No emergencies going on, for once. But I imagine staying put is tough for you.
I'm glad you're relatively okay.
You don't need to walk wounded right now, you know. No emergencies going on, for once. But I imagine staying put is tough for you.
I'm glad you're relatively okay.
Port's probably almost over, anyway.
[So she figures she won't be missing much.]
I'm hanging out on the balcony, taking in the sights. That's... nice too, I guess.
[On the Barge, it wouldn't have been something she paid much mind to, and it wouldn't have been before the Barge, either. Now, though, she's conditioned to appreciate almost anything that isn't their lovely, disorienting trashboat.]
[So she figures she won't be missing much.]
I'm hanging out on the balcony, taking in the sights. That's... nice too, I guess.
[On the Barge, it wouldn't have been something she paid much mind to, and it wouldn't have been before the Barge, either. Now, though, she's conditioned to appreciate almost anything that isn't their lovely, disorienting trashboat.]
[True to her word, once the wolfination happens, Shaw keeps to her promise to keep a close eye on Will. Outside of the patrols they'd already been doing together, she conforms her schedule to fit his rather than the other away around: not restricting his movements or activities, and not necessarily interacting any more than usual, but nevertheless hanging around a lot every day, quietly observing.
This evening when she finds him out on deck, she's been absent for a few hours, and as she leans forward against the railing she jumps right into:]
So it's been, what, about two weeks? How's it going so far?
This evening when she finds him out on deck, she's been absent for a few hours, and as she leans forward against the railing she jumps right into:]
So it's been, what, about two weeks? How's it going so far?
[ Will has been different. Not greatly so, but enough to notice. He moves with a purpose. He looks far less tired. He's more willing to head off on his own during patrols, and Shaw has probably had to call him back a couple of times.
He's been the same with his dogs, though- patient, content. Both Winston and Buster are out on the deck with him now, unleashed and sniffing around. Buster is still a little tense, which mostly comes out in the way he sticks fairly close to Winston. Which means they both come over to Shaw as she walks over. ]
Since I was turned? [ He never did get a particular term. ] It's going well. I only get a couple of hours a day, but I wasn't sure if I'd be able to change at all. I'm still getting used to the heightened senses. I'm not getting as overwhelmed as I expected.
[ After a moment, he concedes: ] Malcolm's present from Chiron II might be the main reason for that.
He's been the same with his dogs, though- patient, content. Both Winston and Buster are out on the deck with him now, unleashed and sniffing around. Buster is still a little tense, which mostly comes out in the way he sticks fairly close to Winston. Which means they both come over to Shaw as she walks over. ]
Since I was turned? [ He never did get a particular term. ] It's going well. I only get a couple of hours a day, but I wasn't sure if I'd be able to change at all. I'm still getting used to the heightened senses. I'm not getting as overwhelmed as I expected.
[ After a moment, he concedes: ] Malcolm's present from Chiron II might be the main reason for that.
A sensory deprivation helmet. I'm sure most people would hate that, but he knew it would be perfect for me. Gives me a break from the Barge whenever I need one.
I have no idea how it works, but it does.
I have no idea how it works, but it does.
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