Aug 28 17:17:32 105 PA

From Chronicles

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Desmond putters about his abode, having just finished settling in after work. Freshly showered, he has a light meal cooking in the kitchen, wandering about in a simple pair of comfortable black sweats. Moving towards the bookcases by the door, he lays a few new books he's bought into it, lined up neatly, nearly half of the shelves now full. He wads up the plastic bag from the store casually, studying his slowly growing book collection with a private little sense of pleasure.

After having been buisy for weeks, Kesslan is finally finding the time to knock uppon Desmond's door to see how the other feline is. The pantheran having been quite scarce the past while, hardly ever seeming to even be home in his own appartment just a little ways up the hall. But it does not mean he's forgotten those he cares about.

Hearing the knock, Desmond looks up, glancing towards the nearby door. After laying the bag on an open space on the shelf, he moves over to the door, peering out only briefly through the little spy hole before he opens it up. "Kesslan." There a warm note of pleasure in his deep voice. "I had wondered if I should begin to seek you. Come in, there is news to be shared, though I would hear where you have been first, if you are of a mind to share such things." He steps aside, waving for the smaller feline to enter.

"Working mostly." Kesslan responds softly, garbed as he usually is in his armor and weapons. The smaller feline stepping in and moving up to give Desmond a warm embrace and nuzzling. "I had a brief spot of work that took me out of the city for a little while. Complications with some shipments of equipment for some traveling band that was supposed to play down at the club. They needed some extra people to help and I didnt get a chance to say anything before I had to go."

Desmond wraps Kesslan up in his arms, giving a firm squeeze to his armored companion, hears perked as he takes in the response on what he's been doing. He shifts his head, returning the nuzzle gently as he rumbles in response, "That is well enough. I was concerned, but I know you can take care of yourself. I am glad that your work period has slowed. Aimee had been hard pressed as of late as well, it took a toll on her." He releases Kesslan and reaches over to casually close the door. "Have you eaten? I can prepare more if you are in need."

"I ate recently." Kesslan replies softly, pulling away a moment to start removing his equipment. Neatly piling it up by the door as allways. "You have both been well I hope? It is nice to see you are now out of the hospital at least." notably in even this short conversation it's quite obvious in his time away his english has improved considerably. Though really by comparision it's only the sentence structuring that's changed.. become.. 'normal' for english.

Desmond lingers, giving Kesslan an approving gaze before he turns, replying, "All is well. Though there is something new that has occurred. Aimee's brother has come to the city. And in that there seems both happiness and tragedy." That much offered with a thoughtful tone, the big male returning to the kitchenette, where he checks on the steak that is lightly cooking over a very low flame, carefully extracting a shaker to put a dash of seasoning on the meat.

Kesslan perks his ears at that news "She has a brother? And in what way is this a bad thing? Does he not approve of the relationship she has formed with you?" he asks, following Desmond over towards the kitchen once he's got his armor off. The feline leaning against the doorjam.

"No, he does not seem to mind that we are joined," Desmond rumbles, crouching down to open the oven, carefully plucking out two warmed portions of bread from within with the tips of his claws. "It is good that he has come, but he seems like her in some ways. Combative. They quarrel and a choice he has made in life hangs heavy. He has taken on Juicer augmentation." He rises, setting the portions of bread on a plate, looking to Kesslan. "Very young he is. And as is true with all that walk that path, his years to live are few."

Kesslan takes in the news stoticly, his gaze fixed uppon the Kill Cat as he goes about preparing his meal. "I see. Is he beyond chance of Detox then? If not then perhaps he still has a chance. Otherwise, yes. I see what you mean of tragedy. Such however is how life allways seems to work."

Desmond shakes his head slightly. "I did go to the library and seek information, as I wish to be knowledgeable, that I can speak to him clearly and advise Aimee clearly. He has many years still, if I understand properly. Time to do this. But he may not wish to." The big male pauses, considering how much to say. "He may wish to see his life end sooner rather than later. As I have read, many who walk the path of the Juicer would rather expire than become normal again. I know not his thoughts on that in particular, however. Many turn to bionics, which I don't believe Aimee would take to any better." He frowns faintly, shifting the three steaks onto a plate, the low flame turned off, pan transfered to the sink.

Kesslan grunts at that bit of news "She can be unrealistic. I could unstand the lure certainly of being a Juicer. The only reason I would not consider such a path myself is that if anything, I need more time to accomplish what I desire to in life rather than less. Other forms of augmentation however can, as I undestand, even potentially prolong your life. Such as the cyborgs. A path I may need to take in time. Certainly an option I would take if injuries required it. Even so, I think there is something to be said about remaining flesh and blood. To be able to mate, to feel, to taste. Things to a point I understand cyborgs can do. And yet never as well as those of flesh and blood."

Desmond lifts up his plate and looks to Kesslan, his expression thoughtful, but firm. "She is not one who looks to such matters. I can understand her views. For now, the question of if he shall seek that path is immaterial. In the now, the concern is convincing him tot end his inevitable slide to death before it is too late." With that he leaves the kitchenette, moving towards the dining table where he settles his plate, then himself, a glass of water already set at his customary place. Without pause he digs into his food, showing an obvious edge of appetite.

Kesslan follows over, shifting to seat himself at the table across from Desmond, falling quiet as the large feline digs in. The Pantheran no doubt wishing to leave Desmond mostly in peace as he eats, still after a little while he speaks once more uppon the matter of Aimee's brother. "Perhaps. But we all must die sometime. WIthout having even met him, I could not say how difficult it may be to persuade him to detox. Or if it would even be possible. There are those in life, who do not fear death. Some, because they do not truely understand why it should be feared, untill it is too late."

Aimee's key turns the lock on the door and she opens it, slamming it shut with her foot as she drops some bags by the doorway. "Desmond?" She calls, kicking off heels, before she pads into the living area, hearing voices. "Kesslan." She greets him with a smile as she bends to kiss Desmond, stealing a piece of food from his plate before she curls herself onto a chair. "How are you?"

Desmond responds without much pause for thought. "I would show him what is to be had in this life, let him choose.." He pauses, ears perking as the key slides into the lock. His head turning as she opens the door. "MY Flame," Desmond rumbles when she comes into sight, sitting up a bit as she nears. His food is left for the moment, giving a soft kiss, his hand lifting to linger on her hip briefly before she goes to settle. He resumes eating at once, quieting for the moment.

Kesslan brightens a little as Aimee appears, the feline not having seen her in an even longer time than Desmond. "You are well Aimee? We were just discussing your brother. Desmond tells me he has become a juicer and come to Kingsdale recently?" his tone a little questioning, leaving it wide open for her to comment uppon. He does not however, get up as Aimee comes to join them at the table. The pantheran's gear notably having been left by the door. Neatly piled as ever.

Aimee leans over, offering Kesslan a kiss, before responding to the comment. "Oui. It is nice to see him, even if he is as annoying as ever." She smiles, the affection for him obvious in her face. "He is my twin, you see. So we fight." She shrugs lightly, dismissing the topic. "How is your friend?" She questions, reaching over to steal a little of Desmond's food.

Despite his obvious hunger, Aimee is allowed to steal from Desmond's plate without reprisal, though he doesn't pause in sectioning the meat that predominates his meal with claws and make it disappear in methodical fashion. "You have spoken to him again? I have yet to see him again.. take measure of him." he rumbles to Aimee.

Kesslan is hardly about to deny Aimee her desire for a kiss, willingly giving it to her with clear affection. "Twin?" he asks when he finally pulls away, his ears flattening back part way in confusion. "What means this?"

Aimee opens her eyes after giving him the kiss, pulling back to reply to Desmond first. "We fought again, and I said something stupid and cruel and we fought more, and then we made up." She shrugs lightly, the fights obviously not bothering her. "Brothers and sisters born at the same time."

Desmond frowns nonetheless. "Strange that two who are of blood would have such troubles. But it is good that you have yet seen balance in the end," he rumbles thoughtfully. "I did have concern before. Did you speak to him of his lodgings here? If he has need of anything? I am willing still to welcome him here if there is need." Returned to polishing off his meal after his deliberately spoken words.

Kesslan rumbles softly in acknowlegement of Aimee's explanation of the word Twin. Falling silent then as she and Desmond speak before his own questions arrise once more to be spoken. "I would too offer my spare room to him, though it is not an arragement that would likely be safe for him too long. With Kalvin still missing I have been unable to seek proper council on the issue of my radioactivity."

"Non, we have always fought. My mother says it is because we are so alike, ..." She nibbles on the piece of meat she stole, eating it slowly. "I mentioned them, but he has some where, and we agreed that us living together, well." She grins, "There would not be a plate I hadn't thrown at his head." Kesslan's comments are met with a quick nod, and a smile. "Oui, I wish that could be done, so that you could live here."

Desmond nods his head once to Aimee's assessment. "So it shall be then," he rumbles. "But he can visit as he prefers. And I will see that you are not allowed into the kitchen when he is here." His brows lifting slightly as he delivers that last, still with that straight, steady rumble of his. He spears the last bit of meat and looks to Kesslan, nodding his head once. "It is an unfortunate thing you cannot yet be rid of that aspect of yourself. But I remain positive on the subject," he assures Kesslan. He finishes the last bit, then looks towards Aimee thoughtfully. "Have you a need of a meal of your own?

"It is in a way a thing I do not see much need to rid myself of. It is really only for the benefit of you both that I even seek to do such a thing if such is even possible." Kesslan notes. "But this.. twin of yours, he does not mind the relationship to which you find yourself in between us?" he asks refering to her being with both felines. "I know that some humans do not see such couplings in a positive light."

Aimee finishes her piece of meat, reaching for an apple to munch on. "I am not so hungry, mostly tired." She takes a bite out of the apple, watches them both eat their steaks. "I told him where we live, and invited him to come and eat." She smiles quickly, "He thinks I can burn water still." Kesslan's comment about the two of them makes her eyes slide away. "Well, I told him, but I think perhaps he doesn't believe me." She shrugs lightly.

"He will know in time. His reaction will be his own to decide," Desmond rumbles as he rises, taking his plate with him as he goes towards the kitchenette. He seems distinctly unconcerned. "So too will he know of your skill at cooking. He has not seen you for quite some time, thus I suspect there is much for both he and you to learn of each other." Water runs as he starts to clean the dishes he dirtied, but his ears remain perked, listening for the talk from the other two.

Kesslan shifts up from his seat as Desmond moves away from the table, the pantheran moving instead to a seat uppon the couch, streatching out and letting off a toothy yawn. "Hopefully, as a twin he will come to understand and accept more readily than others. Those of this city for example, seem to mostly not care of such things which is how it should be."

Aimee brings her apple with her, to curl on the couch beside Kesslan, her hand reaching out to stroke his fur lightly. "I think he will understand, mon minet." She smiles, her eyes warming as she uses her name for him, "I told him that I call you so, and he laughed." She bites the apple, watching him thoughtfully.

Desmond finishes up his cleaning quickly, ever one to do a task with focused efficiency. After drying his hands, he emerges, approaching the couch slowly, but lingering on his feet briefly rather than sitting. "I wonder.. what do you think are the chances that he will turn from his current path? Does it seem as great a task as I assume ti to be?" His eyes on Aimee as he asks this question, a subtle frown mingling with his thoughtful expression.

Kesslan flicks his hears at the mention of Aimee's brother laughing "I do not understand. Why would he laugh at such a thing?" but then the feline doesnt really understand the meaning of the word either. The question falling to the side as Desmond hits back uppon the subject of detox. "What reason did he have to become a juicer to begin with? Did he not understand the risks?"

Desmond's comment about the chances is considered for a moment, lashes lowered over her eyes before she rises from the couch, tossing the apple core in the bin. "I think not. I think he doesn't give in easily on something he believes..." She turns away, reaching for the bags she dropped, beginning to sort through the shopping. "Because when he saw me last, mon minet, I had no boyfriends, and wanted none." She shrugs, leaving Kesslan's other question unanswered, her movements restless.

Desmond passes behind the couch, a hand dipping briefly to land on and squeeze Kesslan's shoulder before he continues on to give aid with the bags. "Then in that too he is much like you,"Desmond muses, considering her. "It will merely take time to show him there is much left for him here. Patience and resolve will serve us well in this." He dips down in a crouch, starting to peer into the bags, seeing what htere is to deal with.

Kesslan tilts his head to lean agianst Desmond's arm when he grips his shoulder, a mildly currious glance given to the groceries as well but not really paying them that much attention either before his gaze returns to Aimee. "People can change. It is often difficult yet too can happen naturally. How long has he been a Juicer? For as I understand it beyond their third year it is very dangerous to try to detox."

Aimee swats Desmond away from the bags, giving him a look of good natured exasperation. "Only food, mon chat, nothing interesting." She rises, taking them to the kitchette to put them away. "I don't know, mon minet." She replies to his comment about Ragnar, her back to both. "He is more stubborn than me, mon chat."

"I was merely going to aid you," Desmond replies, leaning back just slightly to let Aimee take up the bags. Keeping an eye on her until she's risen, allowing her then to take them away while he goes to the couch to settle himself down next to Kesslan. "Of that I have no doubt, but even you can bend. Thus so too can he. And we shall encourage him to bend." He looks to Kesslan and lifts an arm, settling it across the smaller feline's shoulders. "You might take measure of him as well, if you see him. He looks like Aimee.. green eyes and dark hair. I would welcome your opinion of him, to mingle with my own."

Kesslan leans in against Desmond as the large feline places an arm about him. "Yes. I suppose I should seek to meet with him then. What was his name? I do not recall if it was mentioned to me." his gaze looking up at Desmond in that question before falling away again. "Certainly I should make the effort given that he is kin to Aimee, and one should allway strive for good relations with the kin of another."

She puts food away, before turning back to them, resting her back against the side. "He is maddening." She comments, giving them a look, before smiling. "Try not to kill him, oui?" She turns then, getting a glass of water before coming over to join them on the couch. She curls up on the other side of Desmond, tucking her feet beneath herself.

"Ragnar is his name," Desmond offers to Kesslan. "He seems agreeable enough, outside of his troubles with Aimee. But then, I only met him briefly before.. hardly long enough to take a true measure of him." As Aimee comes to join them, curling up on Des' other side, his other arm lifts to slip about her shoulders as well. Welcoming her against him. His eyes linger on Aimee for a moment, before turning to consider Kesslan as well. "It is times such as this that I realize how much I have come to gain here. Truth be told, it only truly came to light for me recently. I am thankful for knowing you both, for having your care."

"And we are fortunate to have yours Desmond." Kesslan points out leaning in a little further and giving the large feline an affectionate nuzzling. "Then I shall seek to speak with him. To get to know him and take his measure as you say. I too shall take Aimee's warning of him being stubborn, for if she belives one to be such, then I dread attempting to ever sway them in anything." he teases "For your own stubborness my dear Aimee, is legendary."

Aimee snuggles against Desmond, smothering a yawn as she rests her cheek against his chest. "Oui." She replies softly, hesitating before going on. "My brother lost his love. He thinks there will never be another, and he lost her in such a way that he wants to be strong enough." Kesslan's comment about her stubbornness gets him an amused look, widening eyes innocently. "Moi? Stubborn?"

Desmond leans into Kesslan's nuzzle, his arm tightening companionably about his shoulders. "We do much for each other," he muses thoughtfully, a brow arching at Kesslan's continued display of his improving vocabulary. Approval again showing in his expression. With Aimee's response, his eyes turn back to her, giving the woman a thoughtful look before he nods his head and rumbles in agreement, "Stubborn." the details of the why when it comes to Ragnar's determination given no comment yet, but he seems to have heard it already, from the steadiness of his expression.

"A thing I could understand, but how does he think he would be strong enough if he is dead? Love again if he is dead? Of this I shall speak to him I think." Kesslan responds to Aimee "We will need to show him I think in proof that there can be things beyond what one has lost. I for one have much to show in this regard. For I had lost at at ime everything but my life."

Aimee returns Desmond's look with a steady one of her own. "Non, compared to him, I am a push over, a doormat." She smiles at the thought, her face softening. "Perhaps, Kess, perhaps. I don't know. I thought he and his girl were all settled, having babies and things. She was lovely, so sweet." She shrugs, rubbing her cheek against Desmond's chest.

"I would say he thinks to join his love, who is gone," Desmond states, looking to Kesslan. "Something I could understand deeply. Such thoughts did touch me once before. That there could be nothing more. Thoughts that were, in the end, wrong." Looking to Aimee at the last, the arm about her squeezing gently. "With such a love gone, the love of family is, perhaps, one thing he can embrace. It is not the same as love for a mate, but it is something one can embrace. Can live for, I would think."

"That could be. But one can at times find new love. My father did after my mother was slain. So too then would he have hope for such again." Kesslan muses softly. "Showing him this however if such is the case of his stubborness, may be impossible, or perhaps he is merely as stubborn as you Aimee, and you only belive him to be worse."

She looks between the two men, her face thoughtful. "Non, he is more stubborn than me. When we were children he used to get me into trouble, all the time." She idly runs a finger across Desmond's chest, before reaching her hand towards Kesslan. "It is why he was so angry with the change in me, I was the good one, quiet one." She shrugs lightly, "He is so stubborn."

"He will come to accept what is," Desmond offers Aimee. "You are good still, if not so quiet as before. In truth, I enjoy your noise, your fire. But this you know already. Though.. that you were not always as this. It makes me curious. Perhaps in time you might tell me tales of this quiet Aimee. Perhaps what made her not so quiet." His brows lift, expression questioning.

"I too am currious how you ever could have been so quiet Aimee." Kesslan says softly "You do not strike me as the type to have been one to keep to herself." he muses, leaning across Desmond to gently nuzzle Aimee. "In the end however, I shall speak with him and see for myself what is. Though if he is as you Aimee, I am less certain than Desmond on changing his mind if it is so set."

Aimee gives them both a look of exasperation, lifting her chin in a movement of mock offense. "You are both so rude! I am not so loud and stubborn now." She does return Kesslan's nuzzle with a kiss, her eyes laughing at both. "Before, at home, there is a lot of noise, and people, and I was quiet in it. When I left, there was a different way to be, to get by..."

Desmond nods his head thoughtfully to the tidbit offered by Aimee. "Such is true. Here I have found new ways, new paths. I feel I have changed much.. grown." His thoughtful period broken as he considers Aimee and notes, "Perhaps not loud in so much as noise, but loud in that you are.. outgoing with others. Free in your actions. All good things to my view." He then looks to Kesslan and rumbles, "I am one not to submit when I choose a path to walk..a task to do or a challenge to meet. I will not easily relent on making Ragnar welcome and showing him what there is for him to embrace."

"Humans I have found have a saying however Desmond. You can lead a horse to water, but you cannot make it drink." Kesslan points out cautiously to Desmond. "Such is true of humans and any other race I have ever encountered." he reaches out then to gently caress Aimee's cheek "I think in your own way you have, as Desmond says, allways been loud in one way or another."

Aimee turns her face into Kesslan's touch, to kiss his hand gently before uncurling from her place. "I think, me, that I will leave you two to talk, and go to sleep." She ignores the comments about her loudness, her outgoingness and blows them both a kiss from her fingertips. "Kess, are you staying, honey?" She rises, taking her glass of water with her.

Desmond considers Kesslan's response, musing the saying for that period before be replies, "We shall see. I do not plan to make him see my point, but to offer a vision to him. Perhaps he will come to accept it.. perhaps not. But he will be made welcome." As Aimee rises, he shifts his hand upward to aid her rise, steadying her before letting his hand dip. Resting lightly against her lower back before it drops to the couch after. "Very well, My Flame. Do rest well, I will join you in time." A soft promise before he looks to Kesslan for his answer, showing a silent curiosity.

"If such is your wish Aimee then yes. It is not a thing I would deny you, and it has been quite some time since we spent a night togeather." Kesslan says amicably. "And I'm sure we could all use a little catching up. There is much that was left to be discussed weeks ago before I was gone, and now that I am returned they remain to be asked."

Aimee smiles at Kesslen, her eyes inviting. "Oui, I want it. We will talk too, but I need to get clean." She replies, giving them both a teasing look as she heads towards the bedroom, and the shower is heard, before it falls silent.

Desmond glances towards Aimee after Kesslan's response, nodding as he watches her go. Eyes lingering briefly before he looks back to Kesslan once more. His arm tightens, giving the smaller male's shoulders a firm squeeze as he wonders aloud, "What of Roulin? Have you made a decision yet on if you will accept his offer?" Curious, but not showing a leaning in either direction by tone.

"I have not yet had much chance to consider the matter." Kesslan admits "I shall give it the time when I can." he sighs softly and leans in to Desmond with a purr "But I shall let you know when I do decide." he says with a soft sigh. "But I shall worry about this later, right now I wuld rather catch up on missed time with you and Aimee."

Desmond nods his head once to that. "I understand that. I have no doubt you have not have much time to relax as of late." He leans into Kesslan, nuzzling along the side of his head lightly. "Have you anything you would ask me? I am unsure what more to speak of, save for Aimee's brother arriving. All else has been quiet for the time being."

"Ask of you? No.. nothing to ask of you. What questions I had have been settled." the pantheran says, leaning in further against Desmond, tilting his head away slightly so that Desmond has more room to nuzzle. "I would only instead spend some time with you again. I have not had the chance to in some time, and when you were shot I had been quite worried for you."

Desmond frowns faintly as that is brought up, thoughts turning toward the near brush with death. "Indeed." A thoughtful utterance, though he doesn't relax his attentions upon Kesslan. Only pausing after a few moments, looking to the other feline as he rumbles, "Though I am one who knows that the path of battle is ever a dangerous one, that is the closest I have ever come to seeing my end. I thought of many things in my time recovering. Most prominent was what Aimee would have been left with had it truly been my end. And you as well, Kesslan. Though I do not fear my own death, I fear for others in such an event."

"And yet what is there to fear for? Hurt we would be, but we would still survive, and no doubt Aimee and I would look out for one another, we care deeply for each other, even if the bond is not as tight as that you share with Aimee yourself." Kesslan points out before nuzzling under Desmond's chin a moment. "There is at least the time spent togeather to cherish in memory."

Desmond frowns faintly, despite returning the light affection with a downward press of his chin. "For you, I can believe that.. for Aimee I am not so sure. She did react very poorly to my injury, you remember.. I thought for a time she would leave me before chancing my loss in battle. I think that if I do fall, it would damage her more than it might you." The big male thoughtful. Concerned.

"It would yes." Kesslan is quick to reply, knowing full well the answer to that question. "And yet she is tougher than she appears. She worries so much not because she could not handle such things I think, but becuase she cares so deeply. Because she cannot bring her self to think of life without. Where as I, having once lost all, know what feelings to expect, know what sorrow, and yet here I am, having found a measure of hapiness again in my life."

Desmond is quiet for a ti me, considering the words with furrowed brow and distracted eyes. Ultimately he breathes a deep sigh. "Perhaps.. but I am of a mind to not hasten or increase the chance that I will see an end." He looks to Kesslan. "I think, once these robots have fallen, I will focus on a path away from battle. I know it is not one that will ever be without it.. there will be times I must take up arms. But I will do so less often."

"And such is the choice you must make for yourself. To do what you feel is right." the pantheran says nuzzling against Desmond's chest, slipping over now from his seat to come to rest in the larger feline's lap and snuggle in. "Some in time tire of battle and wish to see no more of it. Others, as you, instead find other reasons not to risk such things. And then those as I, shall likely some day meet our end uppon the field, with only the lucky few living to retire in peace."

Desmond slowly wraps his arms about Kesslan, welcoming him in place freely, giving some strength to the embrace. "I do tire of it somewhat," Desmond replies. "Though I have not known as much as you have, simpler joys are proving to be more favorable to me than the thrill of combat. the thrill is still there, but it is.. I would not say lesser, but it has lost some luster. In part, I suppose, due to that fear for Aimee."

"Such can happen, but so too then perhaps you fought for different reasons than I. There is a thrill of sorts yes. The race of the heart, the pounding of the blood. But it is not for these things I have ever fought. I fought because I had to. I fought because it was all I knew. I fight now becuase if I do not my kind may yet be forever silenced."

Desmond considers the why of his past quietly for a few moments. "I fought because I was told to fight. I fought because I liked it." Simply stated truths. "I enjoyed it.. and I do enjoy it now. Just.. less so. Other challenges rise for me, I suppose. Challenges that speak to where I am less strong.. truer challenges. When the humans attacked Cali's garage, I held five of them and killed two.. with ease. They did wound me lightly, but they were no challenge. But making Aimee happy.. pleasing her, considering the future path we will walk and the Nightclub.. those are looming challenges that will test me in new ways."

"And no doubt you shall rise to them. It is not unknown for warriors to find themselves in a time where they find no peers of their own, and instead then turn to improving themselves in other ways, art, poetry, story telling, teaching. Many are the different paths one can follow, and all require skill of one sort or another." Kesslan says as he leans against Desmond's chest, his arms wraping about the giant Kill Cat in a warm embrace.

Desmond nods his head once. "It seems strange to reach such a place.. I have heard of some stories such as that.. is it not a thing for an elder to do such? I am hardly any such thing." His frowns slightly as he considers that, but doesn't let it distract him too much from Kesslan, laying his chin atop the other male's head lightly. "Would that you could find such a place for yourself. Art is an intriguing thing. There is so much of it to learn."

Kesslan leans his head against Desmond, leaving himself like that and merely enjoying the proximity. "Sometimes, but not allways." He responds softly. "You were as I understand it born and... built for war. Easier then perhaps and earlier then you could reach such a peak. Other times exceptional individuals can too reach such a place early on. All themore so perhaps if you are both."

Desmond muses quietly for a few moments before he rumbles lowly, "I suppose that may be so. And I have done much as of late to better my skills. I don't plan to let such a thing slip. With Aimee, I would see that I remain strong enough to protect her from anything that might come. at least, as strong as I can be." The line of thought that prompts brings him back into a state of silence, his brow furrowing deeply again.

"But it takes a little less work to maintain one's present skill, than to improve it. Thus leaving you free to continue with ther persuits you would wish to take uppon yourself yes?" Kesslan says, pulling back a little to look Desmond in the eye. "Time for the other pleasures in life."

"Yes, such is true," Desmond agrees. His eyes shifting to meet Kesslan's as he leans back. "It makes me wonder if Aimee were to be harmed, if I would feel the same as Ragnar." He grunts softly then and shakes his head. "I am sorry, I should not muse such topics as this with you here, looking to relax. Troublesome thoughts don't aid that." His arms relax, letting his hands come down, slipping over Kesslan's shoulders, giving them a careful squeeze.

Kesslan shrugs, not seeming to mind "And yet what else is there to do when one relaxes other than speak of such things Desmond? I for one can only enjoy pure silence for so long. My mind is too inquisitive to remain ever idle. And it is not as if we are presently engaging in other forms of relaxation."

Desmond cants his head slightly. "This is true. It does grow a bit late and to be honest, I am fatigued. I had just returned home from work when you arrived. Perhaps, as you are lingering on, we might go join Aimee. Other forms of relaxation we can consider in the morning, perhaps." One hand shifts, dipping and moving to the side to casually toy with the zipper of Kesslan's jumpsuit. "My tasks usually take a great deal out of me and I would not wish to give anything but my all for those who mean the most to me."

Kesslan chuckles softly "Perhaps I shall take you up on that offer Desmond." he responds, leaning forward to give the other feline a playful nip. "But I merely ment I did not mind you speaking your mind on such matters as you wished. Relaxing we are, and while I truely would welcome such play. So too do I welcome speaking with you on matters that are of concern to you."

Desmond nods his head in reply. "I am glad to know that, but so too I would ask that you do not hesitate to tell me if I do cross a line." A soft fondness in his eyes as he casually grips the zipper and pulls it down. "There is no more comfortable silence than sleep. And I am ready for it. Though not a job I would have for all of my days, the labor at the factory tests even my strength. The one saving grace in it."

Kesslan does not protest the pulling down of the zippered front of his jumpsuit, but rather seems midly ammused by the act instead. The feline's long tail swaying gently between Desmond's legs, curling about one and then the other with each gentle swing. "Truth, so too need I sleep soon as well. A long day for us all I belive it has been."

"Such is true," Desmond muses, not hesitating to take the zipper down as far as it will go. The hand lifting then, his palm placed upon the bared section of Kess' chest fondly. "I will not have work to attend to in the morning, thus I will see that you do not depart without being properly relaxed and prepared to meet the remainder of the day. I consider it still a proper thing to see that you have many such times."

Kesslan leans into that touch, reveling in it before starting to slowly slip the jumpsuit down further, slipping it part way off untill his upper body is free of it, his fur a little mussed up from wearing it but otherwise in good shape. His hands now turning to inflict a similar fate uppon Desmond. "And so too would I do for you Desmond. So too would I seek to bring you comfort and pleasure. To see that your muscles are no longer strained by the days work. To see that you and Aimee both sleep soundly at night in the embrace of one who cares much for you."

Desmond has naught but a pair of sweatpants to deal with, having taken to them for casual comfort about the house. With the jumpsuit out of the way, he lightly goes about a casual sort of grooming, passing his fingers through Kesslan's fur with the grain. "Sleep we can see to now. Rise up, let us see about preparations, that we might join Aimee." His hands lingering until Kesslan has risen, offered to aid the other feline in keeping easy balance.

Kesslan slips easily enough from Desmond's lap, pausing to slip entirely free of his jumpsuit as he rises, teasinly presenting his rear to the Kill Cat in the process. He however picks up the jumpsuit, starting to neatly fold it as he slowly starts to make his way towards Desmond's room where Aimee now sleeps. "As you wish."

He will feel Desmond stroke his hands down along Kesslan's back once Desmond rises himself, a soft touch of claws felt in that gentle touch. As Kesslan heads for the bedroom, he slips his sweats down, letting the loose garment drop, leaving it where he steps out of it as he trails along just a few steps behind. "That I do, for my sleep is best when I am surrounded by those I care for," he rumbles lowly. Already mindful that Aimee may yet be asleep.

Kesslan slowly opens the door to the bedroom, padding quietly over near the bed and finding a place to put his jumpsuit before turning to regard Desmond once more, his hand reaching out, dragging his claws through Desmond's chestfur. "Of course.." he says softly "Now that the time comes I find my thoughts turning to things other than sleep." he says with a wink before turning once more to slip into bed one side of Aimee, doing his best not to distrub her rest. "But as you say.. time for such things in the morning."

Desmond stands still to receive Kesslan's touch when he turns to give it, his head canted slightly, "And we shall not need to be restrained, for concern of waking her," he rumbles as Kesslan goes to pick out his spot. Des steps up to the edge, waiting briefly before he too moves in. He can hardly keep from depressing the mattress noticeably, but Aimee seems used to the sensation of it on some level, shifting slightly as he's settling, relaxing once the big male has settled down on the other side of her. He extends an arm, hand coming to rest on Kesslan's hip, giving him a squeeze before resting lightly. "Rest well, Kesslan. Until the morning."

Kesslan leans for to nuzzle Desmond one last time "And to you as well." pausing to gently nuzzle Aimee as well as he draws back, shifting just a few moments longer before properly settling himself in, one arm like wise draped across Aimee's form to come rest uppon Desmond, as if to hold the two of them tightly to him. Only then, after a brief streatch does he realize just how tired he'd become this day, sleep soon claiming him.

Desmond returns the soft nuzzle, letting his large frame settle into relaxation. That's how it usually is, the fatigue rising up in a soft wave. His eyes closing. A slight lean in towards Aimee and Kesslan keeping the three in close. A pleasant night of rest for the three and more to come on the morning. Location:Kingsdale - Desmond's home Tags:aimee, desmond, kesslan