Do you think you can without it ending us back in bed? [ The last handful of days had seen them there more often than not, but he offers the handle end back to Armarus with a soft smile. He'd tease about it, but he had clearly enjoyed the time. ]
[ That gets a soft snort of laughter as he untangles the worst of the length to let Armarus brush his hair, enjoying the closeness. ] Down, boy. Periodically being off my back does me good.
Having you brush it out feels good too. I'll teach you a simple one, it's called a lace braid.
[ Ganymede nods at that, not at all self-conscious at admitting to it. Four days of very nearly marathon sex has indeed left him a little sore and a little tired. ]
I loved it, but give me a few hours' break, at least. Enough to shower and get food.
I don't think I've ever had anchovies on pizza. In other things, but they more or less melt. [ He gently pokes Armarus' side and smiles gently at the admission, leaning in to kiss his cheek. ] Such a picky lover I have.
You know, if you wanted to go back home, I'd go with you. I move around often. [ Or he did, before he met Armarus; the wanderlust hasn't hit him again. Yet. ] I don't actually know where you live.
[ Ganymede laughs and bites at Armarus' thumb, soothing it with a little kiss. He may as well contribute his own food preferences. ] I can't drink cow's milk, and largely I don't like sweets. I didn't grow up eating sugar very much, so I can't eat much of it now.
Forty-two rooms? That's a lot of house for one person.
You don't have to be alone unless you want to be. I'd go with you anywhere you wanted, or you can stay with me. [ While he lives fully in the places he lives, they are largely just houses. It's the things he carries with him that make it important. ]
I should make you the candy we used to have when I was a child.
[ He chuckles at that, no less teasing than before, but there's a seriousness underneath it as he answers back, picking his phone up to order pizza. ] That depends on whether or not you're going to come back once we've stopped screwing like rabbits.
I like it when we're together. I don't feel so...lonely.
No, not vastly, inci. Just different words. [ He leans in and brushes his shoulder against Armarus' affectionately, mildly worried his teasing words have said something he didn't intend. ]
...I don't know, really. This is all most people want.
[ Ganymede is silent for a moment hearing that--he had been teasing, yes, but he'd also had no idea Armarus would pick up on or care about the subtle meaning shift in the language. He wasn't chastised, an still twined his fingers together with his lover's, squeezing gently. His shoulders relaxed minutely from the tension he hadn't entirely realized he'd had when Armarus had noticed the words. ]
I didn't mean that--I love you too. This feels so fast, and when you're here it finally feels like something that's been restless in me for years, for decades, has finally stopped. But...most of the men I've been with don't want that.
[ But Armarus does. ] I want to be in love with you. But the last time I fell this fast...
Falling asleep tangled up in your arms, and eating pizza on the couch, and...the things that come with being lovers. [ He absently rubs his thumb over Armarus' knuckles, a faintly nervous gesture. ] Not rabbits.
Those things as a lover I can always give you, Neriah. [His hand lightly squeezes Ganymede’s in assurance.]
I do understand you were teasing. I only wish to make sure that you know we are more than well…rabbits. You are someone I could spend my entire Immortal existence with even without the sex. You remind me to be less uptight and that I can be taught new things.
Don't misunderstand me, my love, I just want to know what you want. I'm not afraid of living with you, I've lived all over the world both alone and not.
I'd like to visit my home again. If you'll come with me. [ He leans his head onto his lover’s shoulder, tilting to the side until they're touching. Contact is comforting. ]
[ Ganymede chuckles, but he lets Armarus pull him close, breathing deep and trying to relax more fully, muscle by muscle. ] I can't promise that I'll fit the style of your house very well. Too much white and gold makes me feel like I'm choking.
I wish I could show you my city. It was beautiful before the war.
There is no style to the home just now. The place is a blank canvas and if you desire so, I will allow you to decorate to your liking. I have a few pieces that will remain, apart from that you may do as you wish.
I passed through the region a long time ago when it was beautiful.
Tell me what you want to keep, then. Ideally we should both be comfortable there, I think we could manage to blend enough. [ He smiles gently against Armarus' shoulder. ] Amira will be happy to have someone else around. Maybe we'll get another, hm?
Before or after me? I know it was quite a few years after I was taken, before the war. I know my eldest brother succeeded our father.
I am sure the style will easily be compatible. I have kept the pieces purely for sentimental reasons and they are quite difficult to part with. And, another dog can be considered, I am fond of them.
[Armarus draws Ganymede in a little closer to him, always enjoying the familiar touch of him against his body]
The memory of the place after you is perhaps strongest. I came across the English Channel to fight in the Crusades.
You, sentimental? How ever could that be? [ It's dry, clearly amused; Ganymede likes that Armarus is comfortable with sentimental things and language. It's refreshing in men nowadays, if sometimes confusing. ]
Oh, so a long time after me. [ He moves into the touch that keep them close, shifting enough to sit practically in Armarus' lap. At least until the pizza comes. ] I lived there, in Jerusalem, for a while between crusades. I liked the people, and the heat of the desert.
You've only met one of my dogs, Amira. The other one is Maelie, she's much more shy. It takes her time to get used to new people; she was a rescue. Amira I raised from a pup.
The items remind me of what has passed in my life. However, I try not to be surrounded by museum, and have let some items go.
What is so strange is I have lived there as well and yet our paths have only crossed now. Perhaps now was the right time. And I know I will fully acquainted myself to both of them, now that you have decided we should live together.
Tell me about the things you have while we wait for food to get here. I'll show you some of the things I've kept of you like, and I can bring Maelie in. She just may not come to you immediately, but she won't bite. [ The dog is gentle, sweet-tempered like her adopted sister; Maelie is a soft creamy flaxen color, staying back by Ganymede's knees even as Amira goes to Armarus, tail swishing happily. Ganymede returns to his lover, settling himself next to Armarus and clicking his tongue gently to call her nearer, slowly but surely. It will take a little while to see her come as comfortably close as Amira. ]
When did you live there? Even if you had seen me, I was just a translator, one of many faces. Not particularly important, either way. Hardly of note to a Crusader.
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