[CLOSED] got a feeling in my gut there's more than this

[paladingus]

WHO: Simon Ashlock, Luwenna Coupe
WHAT: MO-OM DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO KNOCK?
WHEN: After the kraken castaways return from Rivain.
WHERE: Simon's quarters.
NOTES: Rated R for full-frontal male nudity.

The first order of business, when he finally gets back to his still-solitary quarters in the Gallows, is a good scrubdown. The sea is well and good, and he's quietly humming one of the shanties Araceli taught him as he goes about stuffing all his clothing into a laundry hamper, but it's better to feel an autumn chill in the air and wash off all the accumulated salt-crust with water that doesn't feel brackish. Maybe he'll hit the baths later, but it's just common courtesy to scrub the worst of it all off before you dunk yourself in a public pool.

There are people to see--perhaps Wren is around; he hopes she is--and training sessions to resume, and a couple of promised souvenirs to deliver, but all of that can wait.

Comments

two giant people who when combined make like 1/4 of a grownup

[paladingus]

Simon's habit of taking things at face value is not always an entirely honest one, not when it can be passive-aggressively weaponized. You said you didn't want me around, you said, you said, how was I to know, punishing without any benefit of doubt. But when the you said is spitting things his mind has already been whispering on a treacherous loop for months, the line is finer there, the belief sincere and uncalculated.

Perhaps you might be. That flicker across her face is lost on him, even when he's looking right at her. The way his own crumples is harder to miss.

But it, too, is transient, and it takes only a moment for his expression to harden again as he grips the blanket with whitened knuckles. "If I'm no longer subject to your command," he says, his accent near-unrecognizable in its sudden tight formality, "you've no business in my quarters. Leave them."

like the power rangers but it's just a disconnected foot and hand

[limier]

The door slams behind her; the Parilla sisters jump, and hasten the sudden business of retreat. Wren slumps in place, back pressed to the wall, wills the stone into her skin.

Let him try it,

It's not working. It doesn't work.