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Honey, I'm Home [ Open ]

WHO: Kirk & The Good People of Kirkwall
WHAT: Kirk has been away for a month, and now he's back!
WHEN: First few days of Harvestmere
WHERE: Around Kirkwall
NOTES: Probably some couple cuteness

What, No Parade? - The Streets
Kirkwall might have been treated to the site of a man crying in relief if Kirk wasn't quite so good at holding such emotion in. It honestly wasn't that anything particularly horrible had happened on his little trip, he was just so happy to be back in Kirkwall of all places (most likely due to the fact a certain mage and a certain extra-large size red haired rifter).

So he kept it together as Atlas picked his way through the crowd, surprisingly delicate despite his burden of a weary man, full saddle bags, and a much larger pack bearing down his rump. One that was apparently not tied to very well - as folded pieces of thick, blue colored cloth (or, jeans to some of you Rifters) kept falling out, creating a blue breadcrumb trail behind him.

Unpacking - The Barn
Kirk shook his head with a short yelp, smacking at his ragged locks to try and get out the horse snot from them. He glared at Atlas, who remained unconcerned with his faux pas and more concerned with getting back to his stall. Kirk didn't blame him. They had been riding all day - though Atlas did more work than he did in that regard.

"I'll get you in there, but we have to get you cleaned up first," he whumped as he dumped saddle and bags on his tack box.

From there he worked on rubbing Atlas down and taking him out to give him a wash, sluicing off days worth of dirty and mud - which naturally meant he got wet too, and shoved around a bit because Atlas was an impatient gentle giant when he wished to be. Especially with the promise of warm oats and a soft hay bed mere meters away.

Homecooking - Tavern
What's a good home coming with a taste of the home town beer? It's not one, that's what. When he has a chance, he makes his way to the tavern to take himself up a drink and greet those loose acquaintances that might edge just on the verge of friends.

He took up a place at a table, full of laughter, his hand wrapped as it usually was in bandages to hide his shard, to hide his otherness. Of course he had noticed the tensions upon his return, that slight tightness from those people whom knew he was a Rifter. He had never revealed that in the taverns though, the better to avoid a fight, so for the moment all was well.

Being home meant back to business as usual, telling his "tall tales" and teaching everyone new card games - Black Jack is perfectly innocent. So is poker. No really. Totally innocent.

Bills Piled Up - Library
It wasn't all play when he got back. His job might be over for the moment, but being on the road so long, being in charge of someone's education for that long, had made some things begin to turn in his mind. He was not sure he could find the resources, but he would damn well try as best he could with what he had. He hoped he had taught his charge something more than just math and theories.

Now he hoped to teach others.

Which was why he could be found in the library, scouring over books, scribbling in his own journals, fingers stained black with the ink and the tip of his quill ragged from gnawing. Though one might at first thing he was building a fortress, given the height of the stacks, and the mumbling that came from behind them.

"No, no, that's to complicated an explanation, need to simplify...."

It's A Party - Wildcard
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Kirk wanted to rush home the moment he passed through the gates of Kirkwall. It had taken far more strength than he thought he'd possessed to go to the stables first and see to Atlas. Well, all right, not quite that much because he wasn't going to neglect his animal to satisfy his own needs, but it did make him impatient and antsy to be sure.

He ran the last few steps to his house, quickly working open the door and only just remembering to take off his muddied shoes and cloak. A sound followed him, a quiet click of heels and a soft whine. He shushes and leaned down, picking up a ball of white and walking in his soaks on sore feet across the floors, looking for Sam.

Thankfully, he wasn't hard to spot. Silly mage, sleeping on the couch? Had he been waiting up or something for him? Kirk grinned at that, coming closer and leaning over the dark hair, reaching out to brush his fingers through it as he placed the white ball down on the open space on the couch.

"Samouel, I'm home," he whispered, at which point Sam might begin to feel something went around his chin and cheeks, very like the tongue of a dog (which would be because it was. A tiny, white puppy, speckled with black).

The movement on the couch has Sam shifting, snoring immediately cutting off as wets his lips, brows furrowing momentarily. After a moment, his lips curl; the whisper of his name, a touch on his head, and the press of paws on his chest in the real world have clearly transformed into something in his head as he sleeps. With a content sigh the mages mutters something on his breath. "Jim."

The smile upon his lips widen slightly when he feels a sensation on his face, but all too quickly his expression warps again, frowning when said sensation becomes entirely too wet. Not that he's unfamiliar with wet dreams, but generally he would imagine that kind of enthusiastic licking much lower-

And suddenly there is a bark, just a small one, but it's enough to jerk the mage awake and pull his mind out of the Fade where his senses were influencing... something.

Sam clearly looks startled as his eyes snap open, only half way though, not completely out of the haze of sleep. "What-"

Oh? How curious, Samouel. Curious indeed. He laughed a little, watching that, wondering what it was Sam saw in his head to make him call his name, though it warmed him. Sam had missed him hadn't he? Well, they said as much to each other, but it was nice to have the proof of it.

The puppy yipped, fluffy tail brushing back and forth rapidly. She leaned in, licking at Sam again, one paw resting on his chest to balance herself.

"Jaylah says good morning, sleepy head," Kirk smiled.

As he starts to wake up more fully, Sam finds it hard to focus on just one thing. First it's the presence on his chest, currently assaulting his face with it's tongue, and then it's the physical presence of his roommate/lover, not just his voice through a crystal. It's clear, by the way his eyes widen upon seeing Jim, that he is surprised and a bit overwhelmed that the man was finally home, but not exactly in a position to act upon that; after all there was a ball of fluff vying for his attention.

"Jaylah-?" he asks uncertainly, which only seems to excite the pup into licking at him more. Sputtering and raising a hand to block his face as he sits up higher, Sam blinks at the dog in his lap. "... you brought home a dog?"

Honestly, it was very difficult to resist the urge to pounce on Sam. But the man had just woken up, and there was a puppy in the way. She was good for helping with his self-restraint at least. He smiled and reached down, scratching the back of her neck. The pup whined and wriggled.

"She followed us for awhile, and when it started raining I couldn't just leave her," he explained. "And, well, once I took that responsibility, I couldn't just abandon her, now could I?"

He stopped his scratching and the pup whined in that disappointed way, turning back to Sam to see what she might garner in the way of attention there.

"I named here after a friend of mine - a fierce woman surviving all alone, and who become part of the family," he smiled.

Honestly, Sam expected and half hoped that there would have been some pouncing upon seeing each other, but a puppy certainly added an obstacle in that line of thought. It also added another step before he could properly express his glee that the Rifter was finally back.

Listening to Jim's story on how he acquired 'Jaylah' and how he had named her as such, Sam sits up straighter before bringing his hands up and gently rubbing the pup around her neck. "Quite the soft spot for dogs," he says with some amusement, raising a brow at Jim all while keeping his focus on Jaylah. Honestly Jim had a soft spot for animals period, much like himself, but he was more referencing himself being a 'Dog Lord' - not to mention being able to turn into a dog.

Oh there was going to be pouncing - just not with a puppy between them. And he would be a rather poor animal guardian if he didn't see them settled before seeing to his own needs. Believe him, it had been no easy thing keep himself at the barn til the task was done, knowing Samouel was so close.

"What can I say? She reminded me of another dog I happen to like quite a bit. Made me a little homesick," he smiled, the pup leaning into Sam's hand and making happy puppy noises, following quickly by a yawn.

Kirk reached out, brushing his fingers over Sam's cheek and up through his hair, shivering at how warm he was. God, he had missed him. Missed being this close to him, the feel of him, just his presence. A voice wasn't enough.

"Let me go find her a basket and a blanket, and then we can catch up," he promised, his eyes flicking up to where their bedroom was meaningfully.

Sam smiled at the way Jaylah sought out attention, enjoying the feel of her fur as much as she enjoyed having it scratched and rubbed. "Nikita and Leonard are going to have a fit," he muttered as it started to finally sink in that they had another pet. Sure the cats had been around plenty of dogs, himself included, but that would be different then sharing 'their' home/space with a bigger furball. Speaking of they were probably cat napping someplace in the closet again where it was warm and out of the way of his earlier cleaning.

His thoughts on the animals were immediately interrupted, Kirk's hand returning to pet though this time it wasn't for Jaylah. Sam likewise shivers, half from the contact and half to the chilliness of Jim's touch, drastically cooler due to his hearth warmed skin. His own hand is quick to chase after, grabbing at the other's wrist before pulling the hand back down to his face, lightly nuzzling his cheek into the palm - only half aware of the stubble that seemed to catch, but not really caring.

And then Jim is gesturing with his eyes...

Sam's eyes darken slightly at the possible implications of Jim's promise, feeling his pulse drum a bit faster, a bit louder in his ears. Even if his lover means it in the most innocent of ways - 'catching up' - he's not sure he can make it up the stairs without something, not now after it was finally settling in that Kirk was physically here. "There should be some in the closet by the stairs," he manages to say.

"They're cats. They'll get over it," he chuckled, though it had crossed his mind that it might be a problem. Still, he wasn't going to abandon the pup. If he had to find another home, he would, but she wasn't going to go on the street. At least she was smaller than them - for now. Hopefully that would make it easier, if a bit like an older brother suddenly getting a younger sibling out of the blue.

He had meant to keep the contact quick, knowing he must be cold to the touch, but then Sam pulled his hand back. Touched him like that. Brushed his lips across his skin and he felt his body flush. His fingers twitched against the arch of Sam's cheek, from the scratch of stubble and imagining how that would feel on other parts of his body.

Fuck, it had been a long time hadn't it? To long.

Kirk gulped, biting his lip, reminding himself he had a responsibility to Jaylah. Swiftly he gathered her up. her physical presence in his arms at least helping him to reign in his more base urges as he walked towards the stairs. "Do you think you could warm up the bed, a little?" he asked Sam, looking back at him with his hand on the closet handle. The way his eyes darkened and danced were more than enough of a clue as to what he might be hoping for.

At least from this distance he hoped Sam couldn't hear the fluttering of his heart or the dramatic thumping of his pulse.

There was some definitely temptation to tease Jim through his last shreds of responsibility; sprawl out upon the sofa he was already on and mention how 'comfortable' and 'warm' the space already was - which they both already knew back from after when they had bought the piece of furniture.

It was tempting, but the bed did sound like a better option - for various reasons including Jim having been gone for a month. So after locking eyes with his lover for a few moments Sam looks away, relenting in his teasing, stands up from where he had been sleeping not that long ago and stretches - half because he was actually pulling the kinks out of his back. "Sure."

The stairs leading up to the bedroom were right next to the downstairs closet, so of course Sam uses that to his advantage. Before ascending to their destination, he runs a hand up Kirk's back slightly, letting it settle in the middle of his back while he takes a glance in the closet oh so causally. "Blankets are on the third shelf. If you can't find a big enough basket, there might be one near the fireplace." Or Jim could just leave her in a nest on the sofa, let her claim the whole thing until they could figure something out.

That being said he lets his hand finish the journey up Kirk's back and disappears up to the second floor.

As much as he did love their couch - and he did love it, as he proved to Sam well enough when they bought it - his bed called sweet as a siren. Soft and warm and with Sam in it, smelling of Sam, of their home. He hadn't been sleeping like a pauper on the journey, but there had been nights in camp and in beds less generous than his own. Along with the days and days of riding, his body was ready for the embrace of something soft.

Kirk gasped softly at his lover's touch, skin pimpling beneath his shirt. God, such a simple thing should not make his thighs tingle and his chest feel tight. It honestly took him a moment to gather himself and be able to pull open the closet door, though his eyes remained trained on Samouel's retreating back. Damn, he had even missed watching him move, the play and shift of muscle he could imagine beneath his clothing.

Jaylah whined in his arms and he came back to himself. He cooed an apology to her, getting down a thicker blanket and going to the fireplace as Samouel suggested. A bit of fluffing and shoving and Kirk had the pup settled into the nest, the warmth of the fire seeming enough to coax her back to her previously interrupted nap.

Taking the steps two at a time, Kirk made his way up the stairs, shucking off his dustier outer tunic as he did. His breaths came in excited pants, driven by a need he had never felt so keenly before. A moment when he came through the door to locate Samouel, another step to reach him, grab him, and crush his mouth against the mage's with a desperate moan.

[Continued here.]

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