Jul 27 06:19:18 105 PA

From Chronicles

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The evening settles in and Desmond lies quiet and still on his bed. Little will have changed since Aimee had last left. There is a bag of books on the chair nearest his bed, within easy reach for his long arms. But they have not been disturbed. Eschewing them, Desmond has continued to stare upward at the ceiling, locked into his thoughts tightly again. The bleakness lingers about him in subtle hints within his expression.

Around closing time for the bar, the door opens slowly, and a tired looking Aimee does appear. She hesitates by the door, uncertain of her welcome. "Mon chat?" She speaks softly, her hands in the back pockets of her jeans. "The other girl, she called in sick. I had to work. Did you get the message on your phone?"

Desmond doesn't react to the opening of the door at first. Fixated on the ceiling. But when the soft sound of the door is followed up my Aimee's voice, his head jerks to the side, fixing his eyes on her. "I do not have my phone," he rumbles to her quietly. There is the pause of a moment before he extends his near arm out towards her. A shift in his expression mirroring the silent motion of want.

She moves forward, slowly, not taking his hand. "How is your head?" She asks softly, her gaze resting on his face, the unusual caution showing in the clear green eyes. "The bar was busy today." She stands beside the bed, studying his face, her expression carefully schooled.

The hand seeks her when she comes close, curling lightly against her side. Perhaps noting her wariness as Desmond only lightly touches without enclosing. But he must touch. "The ache is slight. Robert.. Atticus, they have given healing by magic that has eased it. Would you like to sit? I am sure you feet ache." Some of that bleakness fades, with her here. Warmth and concern flow forth easily. Always easy around her.

"Not so much." She replies softly, her gaze resting on his face. She allows the touch but doesn't reach out, or respond to it. "Mon chat... the call, it is what I dread and now it happened, and now you will fight them again and they will do worse ..." The words come out in a soft rush, the emotion behind them hidden.

Desmond doesn't allow his eyes to move from her, his attention fixed, the thought that rolls behind his expressive eyes unhidden. "My Aimee.. I am the male you love. JUst as you are the female that I love. For the flaws and for the perfections. Yours is a fear I share, for I know not what I would do without you. It is true, you do not seek danger at times as I do, but.. danger simply comes. There are many times I have had danger come without my seeking it. Even so, I have not tried to seek danger for profit because I did not wish to worry you. There is, likely, a great deal of money that I could make in seeking out such dangerous tasks to do at all times. But I do not.. I work a simple job for far less, despite my wish to have more for you." His hand lifts behind her, softly stroking his fingers along her back. "I accept only a few instances.. such as the coming battle against the robots, which is for the safety of all, yourself included. One of the main reasons I am resolved to be in that battle.. to ensure this threat will never touch you."

She listens, letting him speak, letting him touch her. She doesn't return the touch, keeping her hands in her back pockets. "But like you say, it is not in my nature to find danger, mon chat. I avoid it, but you, you fight like you breath, and one day, that call will not be to a hospital to find you hurt a little but to a morgue, where they make me look at your body and name you." She shakes her head slowly, "For me, I am not sure I would live through that."

Desmond processes her response quietly, mulling it, pondering it. Seriousness in his expression as he gazes at her intently. "I cannot lie to you, Aimee. That will always be so. Even were I to seek no danger, danger comes. Even my work holds dangers, as yours does. Even if you think it does not, the danger is there. Embrace me.. embrace another, there will always be that chance. But this is a thing we can work on. As I said, I have, in a way, resolved to turn away from the most martial path. When the robots are gone.. when this gang matter is done, I do not see battle for myself in the future. I see my work at Pro-Tech. I see coming home to you. Saving enough for the bar we would open together. Trained to fight I am.. to kill, but mine is the choice if I will and will not. And few are the times I would do so."

She shifts, leaning her hip against his bed, keeping her hands in her pockets, those green eyes darkening. "I think, me, that perhaps sometimes things feel too hard, mon chat." The words are softly spoken, even gently. "I don't know what to do, or what to say to you." She sighs, biting her lower lip, before speaking again, slowly. "I am not finishing it, mon chat, non, just..."

Desmond's expression tightens slightly, but he manages to keep his reaction limited to that, his deep voice remaining steady. "I would not give up the happiness we can share for fear, My Flame. Despite the fear I have always held when it comes to you, I would risk it for our love." He lifts his other hand, letting his fingertips lightly brush her curls. "How much would I miss, I have wondered, if you were to be away from me. How much would I regret.. I feel this clearly, remembering the time when I thought you were lost to me. Pain there would be were you to ever be taken from this life.. but no less than if I were near or far and far.. I would have so much less to hold within, to remember you by."

"I am not leaving you, mon chat, but it is not easy, thinking that any time my phone can go and you are dead, because you fought again, or because you fought back when you should have been silent or..." She does move her hands then, lifting them into the gaelic shrug that expresses her lack of words far better than any other. "I think, perhaps, I need to think, to work out how to live with this, with you, and mon minet, and your fighting minds."

Desmond nods his head slightly to that. "But.. what is the decider of when one should and should not fight?" he wonders, the question a serious one. "Is this a choice for you.. for I or for the both of us? I do not say this to spite you, but because I wonder.. there will be times I cannot ask you, for danger shall rise at once and a decision must be made." There is a soft frustration that is not focused at her. For what it might be worth, in another place I would gladly forgo the path of battle for you. But here.. now.. I must not let my guard slip. This has taught me that much."

"Non, I am not telling you what to do, but for me I have to find a way to live with what you are." She gives that shrug again, the movement oddly graceful. "It is for me, for the inside of my heart, my head, to work out how to be and how not to worry so much..." She moves then, almost pacing, until she pauses at the end of his bed. "I think, a little, you are not like a human in the way you think, just differently...and sometimes, it makes it a little harder to understand."

Desmond lets his arm relax as she paces towards the end of his bed, his hand left to lay upon the edge of the bed as his eyes follow her smoothly. He muses her words and then shakes his head slightly. "I know not if I am so like humans, but I know what I would do for you . There is very little that I would deny you, Aimee, were it to be for your safety, comfort and happiness. I do not wish to let you go.. but if you told me to, I would." Though even saying it raises his tension level slightly, keeping himself as steady as he can with her present.

She leans her palms against the bed end, her gaze lowered at first, before a flash of green eyes fix it on him. She sighs, her shoulders slumping. "You scared me, you imbecile..." She speaks softly, the affection in her voice obvious. "I am not leaving you, but have a little care, be watchful if you are going to upset people for them to shoot you in the head..."

Desmond relaxes some at the affection, that she repeats that she is not leaving.. not yet at least. "I will be, for I do not wish to be away from you," he rumbles lowly. He shifts then, an arm moved behind himself as he levers himself upwards, sitting up without difficulty. "I will take care. I wish a long life with you, Aimee. To sit on the porch as you spoke of before." He will then extend his hand toward her again.

There is a moment's hesitation before she moves to take it, allowing him to draw her in. "You watch better, mon chat, else it will be me, making your head hurt." There is a teasing threat there, which does not remove the worry in her eyes for him. "and you stay here, until they say you can leave."

Desmond takes her and gently, drawing her inward to a gentle hug. His eyes close as she draws her in, silent for a few moments after her words. Simply focusing in on the feel of her, like a thing greatly missed. But he does respond to her, rumbling lowly, "I will ask the doctor soon. I know I will have to be gentle on myself for a time. So too, know that Atticus looks to end this peaceably. I will admit I don't anticipate it will work, but I do hope it shall."

She lets him hold her, leaning into the embrace a little, her eyes closing for a moment. "Non, not gentle. You stay here, as long as they tell you." There is definitely a firm warning there, a clear instruction. "Otherwise, I shall hit you with something, over your thick skull, until you come here and rest more." Her voice is suddenly choked with the emotion that had been drowned out by the anger at him, tears.

Desmond closes his eyes and embraces her closer when her voice shifts, his arms squeezing with the same strong intensity she has felt before. No weakness to be found there. "I promise you I will, Aimee. In truth, I feel w hole, save for a slight ache. Even so, I will not push myself, even if they say I can leave. Because I do not wish to risk myself. So too I will ask Atticus to use more of his spells later, just to be certain."

She hides her face, hiding the tears against his shoulder. "Idiot." She mutters, no anger left in the tone, her arms around his neck. "What does mon minet say? About all this?" She does pull back, slowly enough for him to see the shine of tears on her cheek before she turns away, lifting a hand to clear them, careful of her makeup.

Desmond lets her go then, his mood calmer as he does so. Letting her veil her tears. "He is concerned.. glad I am well. I think he is used to such things more than you or I." His hand lifts to stroke her back slowly, ever desiring to touch. "I have not spoken with him on the gangs. In time I may.. and with the other, for he has lent his aid to Atticus in this."

She uses her fingertips to lightly brush away tears hanging on her lashes, before turning back to him. The tears have left her green eyes darkened, luminous. "The more people, the better, perhaps. So that you are not overwhelmed." She gives him a serious look, the brain behind the prettiness showing. "Mon chat, if this other can help, perhaps..."

"I will evaluate my place in things," Desmond rumbles lightly, his hand shifting from back to rest upon her shoulder as she turns. "That is ever how I have approached battle.. with care, taking pains to make myself less a target. You have seen my armor. There are few scratches upon it from those times I have worn it. I do not seek death, save for those who would stand against me."

She nods slowly, moving into the touch. "Mon chat, I need to sleep. I have to work all tomorrow, to cover this stupid girl." The annoyance rings true in her voice and she leans in to brush lips against his lightly. "But in my break, I'll come, if I can, and after work..." She lifts a hand to brush against his cheek.

Desmond leans in to gently kiss her in return, his other hand lifting to gently stroke his fingerttips through her hair gently. "I will come to see you if I can leave. If not, I will await you here. I will rub your feet if you have need, for my hands are fully functional." He looks to her eyes as he rumbles lowly, "I love you, My Flame. We can find a way through this."

She closes her eyes, relaxing into the kiss, her mouth curving into a smile. "Je t'aime, mon chat." She returns the look, pulling back from the kiss with a soft smile. "I must go, I need a little sleep before the shift..."

"Go, rest.. I will as well and I will picture you are by my side," Desmond rumbles lowly. His hands lingering just a while longer upon her, his stroking hand gently toying the tips of his fingers through her hair for a few more moments before ever so gently releasing her from his grasp. Seeming better.. the bleakness that lingered about him faded away. He remains upright in the now, having sat up from the prone position he'd held before.

Aimee closes her eyes as he runs fingers through her hair. She opens them again, the green turned softer and her gaze studies him, a small amount of heat in it that wasn't there before. "Perhaps, not so long before you come home..." She murmurs, leaning in to kiss him lightly. "Perhaps a few more minutes."

It's at this time that another, familar feline enters, his entry heralded first by the smell of recently cooked food, pretty good quality stuff by the smell.. meat of some sort certainly. The source evident enough as Kesslan arrives, carrying a pair of disposeable food containers clearly marked as being from the silver fork. Afterall he doesnt know how to cook, but he can afford to get some decent quality take out time to time and he -had- promised he'd bring some 'real' food to Desmone the last time he'd been here. So it seem sthen that the pantheran is certainly living up to his word. "Aimee... " he says softly noting her precence "You are well this day?" a brief pause for her reply and to regard Desmond "And you Desmond, better you are hope I?"

Desmond doe snot protest her linger, nor the kiss. Indeed, as she leans into him, he slips an arm about her once more, curling against the small of her back cozily to show that much. It will be just as the kiss ends, while Desmond gazes at Aimee that Kesslan arrives. His head lifts slightly, looking towards the other feline. Welcome expressed in his eyes. "Yes.. much better in many ways," he rumbles. He doesn't miss the offering that Kesslan has brought, his eyes dipping towards the bags with more than a casual interest.

Aimee turns her head as the door opens, her mouth curving into a warm smile. "Mon minet." She murmurs, pulling away from Desmond to allow Kesslan space with him, to bring the food. "Tired but oui, good. You?" She tiptoes to offer a nuzzle against his cheek, her hand staying touching Desmond for the moment. "I must go, I have to rest." She gives both a warm smile, "Kesslan, come to dinner, soon."

Kesslan leans over to nuzzle AImee and give her a little lick as well. "Shall this to do, try I. Buisy however been have I. Some day other then with good fortune will I see to do this thing." he replies to Aimee's request before turning his attention back to Desmond "Brought food to you as have I promised." and of course by now the smell of the cooked meat is quite potent. "Hope like will you. Steak there is, and a stew. Too is there some desert and thing to drink. Hope like them shall you, not certain was I if would you."

"Yes.. to be honest I have not eaten much in the last few days," Desmond rumbles, glancing towards Aimee as he says this, expecting her reaction. But even as he looks to her he reaches out to the side opposite where they stand, pulling the attached 'table' structure folded to the side of the bed over his lap. Far more animated than he was before.. and, he realizes, quite hungry. He will help himself to the packaged food, going about the grand unwrapping at once.

Aimee blows a kiss from her fingertips to Desmond, giving Kesslan a smile. "I'll come tomorrow, mon chat, I promise." She turns towards the door, a final glance and comment, "I will bring something to eat..." Before making her way home.

Kesslan nods in agreement to Aimee's request before turning his attention once more towards Desmond with a slight perk of his ears. The smaller feline saying nothing for the moment, only waiting to see if Desmond indeed does like the food selection brought to him. After a few moments however he adds "Glad am I that recover quickly do you. Happier seem you this day as well.. things with Aimee once more good?"

Desmond devotes much of his attention once Aimee leaves to the food. First, getting it arrayed, for despite his hunger, he is determined first to see what all he has. "Yes.. better. She is cautious and I understand. She fears losing me, enough to question getting too close to feel the pain of loss. But.. I think we will find a way in this." And with his food arrayed, he goes for the meat first, Taking less time to section it out, the pieces he ends up with larger and less orderly than his norm. But he starts to snap them down just as easily.

"I see. Good then it is that understand of a sort there comes between you both once more." The feline sounding rather pleased at this outcome, or perhaps simply at Desmond's revived appetite. Perhaps even both, for they are both good signs. "Caution to you must I give on seeking fight too soon once out of hospital you are. Take thing slow for few day first would I suggest, then revenge consider seek when fully better is. Not before."

"There is no battle to be had in the now," Desmond rumbles, pausing his feasting briefly to look to Kesslan. "I will allow Atticus to try his way. And see what more I might do to aid, regardless of what the outcome is. I am in no hurry.. especially for Aimee's sake." He lets his food linger as he looks to Kesslan, head canted slightly. "I spoke to her of leaving the way of battle behind. It is something I have said before.. I do not say such things to appease her, for I know more than anyone that every battle I enter into may be my last. And though I do not fear death, I do fear to leave Aimee." His eyes thoughtful. "When this thing with the gangs is done.. when this thing with the robots is done.. there will be much to consider, I think."

Kesslan flattens his ears slightly "Truth suppose I this. But this is a decision you alone must make. Advice in this others could give, but not those such as I. Know I not of these things, nor have sought I ever such a thing. Peace enough shall I find when time it is for I to join the spirit world, and though cherish I each day, alter not from my course can I see being done, for too much depends on the things choose I to do and all would take me down a path to further war."

Desmond looks back to his food as Kesslan speaks, though he does so at a slower pace. Listening.. thinking on what is said. Slowly coming to the decision to ask, "And when the time comes, you will go to fight." Not a question, a statement without true emotional lean one way or the other, as if he tries out the thought of such a thing in mind.

"I shall as there is the need. Seek I not to fight when there cause is not, but when the cause seems just, there allways must be those willing to fight or many more will suffer for there not being such." Kesslan says softly, looking away now to the floor before him. "Too are there other ways to fight at times, much of mine is not against a foe one can see, but against one I cannot evne touch, for uppon this world are they not. Yet by in being here, can I help others fight this enemy. By the helping of others here, so too can I perhaps find a way to help those of home. There must come a time that I must find a way to return to my world, if only for a time. For hope too is a weapon, and many it seems hold there a hope of one such as I returning. That alone would be a weapon, but such a greater weapon would it be, were I to return with things of use."

Desmond muses Kesslan's words as he gives them, continuing his slow feasting. pausing towards the end to look towards the other feline quietly. He reaches out to lightly take his hand, a little tug given, wanting his eyes. Speaking even if he doesn't get them. "I understand this. I think Aimee might as well, even if she will not like that you must go.. will fear you will not return. So too I wonder on that, but not if you will die in battle. That I accept as a possibility. But I wonder.. would you stay after.. assuming the battle is won and peace of a sort comes." Again, an honest question, given without leaning on way or another.

"For much time I thought yes, would I without a doubt return. But as time passes the answer is less certain. It is clear that in this moment there is a place for me to here be. Even in peace my people too would wish think I people uppon this world to speak with and trade make. For even if freedom had is, others there will be to help, and so much more is there now to find and discover for our kind, for we know now alone in the stars we are not."

Kesslan says, letting out a sigh "As long as such there remains to return to, then yes return would I. But as time passes, more think I Aimee and Desmond alone have a path you two must take togeather. Care allways there will be between us three, but less certain am I that future as three there is beyond a friendship most close."

Desmond muses the words given quietly for a time, keeping a light grip on Kesslan's hand. For several long moments afterward, he muses this before rumbling soberly, "I would accept your choice if you were to stay. I would be displeased, for it would be a loss to have one so trusted so far away. One who is, honestly, one of the closest friends I have known. But think not I say this to sway you.. but I do wish you to know this is no simple friendship.. I have many simple friendships. To me, you are more like kin I have never had, rather than a mere friend."

Kesslan grips Desmond's hand a little tighter "Truth this may be, but there is a difference between us still. As there is a difference between my people and I. For the ways of the Pantheran are not the ways of Kesslan. Raised only in part was I in the ways of the Pantheran, many of these ways know I, yet do I not follow. Much too of what I know, what I was raised to know, are the ways of the Atorian, Desmond." the pantheran says softly "Friends have you and Aimee both that think I perhaps never can be of Kesslan. So too do you both do things for each other, that do not would Kesslan for you, nor you for Kesslan. And many of these things, are things that one cannot rightly ask of another to make, and nor shall I. But a divide it creates. Where leads this in time, know I not. While cherish allway shall I what there is now, and ever shall I these things, there may not allways understanding between we three be."

Desmond frowns slightly and states, "You can ask anything from me, Kesslan," he states, despite his words. "Promise you all I cannot.. but in the same I cannot promise all to Aimee. I know you would not ask, even though I tell you this. But I will tell it to you regardless, for it is a privilege you have. Less so than you, I know not the ways of your people.. in time, I hope to learn, but there is still much of you I don't grasp in full."

"Truth, but in end still there are things it is not my place to ask of you. Right it would not be, honourable would it not be." Kesslan leans over to nuzzle Desmond with a low rumbling "Still, fair it is only that of these things I speak to you of, and in time so too must I speak to Aimee of. Know I the future not, but paths do I consider and where before I did not see a divide, now could I see such happening. It is not a thing I would wish for. Allways against such would I wish, but the spirits are not allways kind to my wishes. Perhaps it is merely that I must suffer in some way for the suffering that bring I to others in the choices that I have had to make in life. And yet none are the choices would I have changed at the time of their making, for considered each all that knew I at the time."

Desmond lifts his head to nuzzle back gently. Keeping the hand still, if allowed. For now leaving the remnants of his food. "I do not see this divide you speak of. Aimee and I have spoken before of a time when we three might live together. Might share a bed and closeness. Share a life and an elder age. I do not see division in that, but it is truth that I cannot see through your eyes. That you would talk with me I do hope, if you ever feel I am.. pushing you away. For I have no desire to do this."

"Perhaps, but still there is a difference between us. Lengths to which we would not go for each other that you and Aimee would for each. Allways think I this will be, and this alone is adivide small, but a small divide, allwas are there things to risk widening." The pantheran's hand gives a light squeeze of Desmond's, not seeming to mind being held there at all. "One such thing is the matter of Roulin. Friend of Aimee and Desmond is he, but far from friend is he of Kesslan. "For Aimee and Desmond did I try to reconcile, and yet thrown to my face it all was so easily by him. Much of great offence did I try to forgive of him. While great a problem he is not now, easy could tehre be a great divide caused by this one and I. It is not a thing that would I wish, but happen still could. The time and distance he took on his trip recent, deminished not these things have they. It is not a thing time itself will solve. Of this I can only warn you, for an answer to this know I not. And say he, or do he of the wrong thing in my mind to such extent again, as said I to you before, shall I not bear. Know I well that great this would displease both Desmond and Aimee, but so too are these things can I not change even for you two."

Desmond muses quietly and notes, "He has run afoul of Rath'tklan as well, it seems. Though after speaking to both I cannot decide who truly prompted the trouble. Though I have suggested that Roulin have some distance.. and so too I did tell him recently to speak with you.. to try and understand you, for I still believe he does not. If he did already speak with you.. and has not truly tried to know you, then I know not what more can be done." His takes in and releases a deep breath before saying, "Friend I am with him, but not so close, perhaps. Were there a choice to be made on such things, it would be a simple thing for me, though I would not force such a choice with Aimee."

"Perhaps, but it is still a thing that is not a thing to ask of Aimee or Desmond. What pass in the end between Roulin and Kesslan, is for Roulin and Kesslan to settle. To attempt to force resolution between both, will only matter make worse belive I." Kesslan says softly, ears flattening back slightly as he digs into the subject at long last. "Either find we a way to peace in truth and full make, or settle the matter in the end by death only will it be."

Desmond frowns slightly at that and shakes his head slightly. "Peace.. or distance," he rumbles. "There need not be death. Better it will be, I think, for all. Aimee favors Roulin, but she would react better to distance than were the two of you to fight. That would indeed lead to a division." His voice firm on that point.

"Yet as things stand, death there may be in end Desmond. Option perhaps it is too in the present, but heal the wounds that are it would not. A death would end them, and peace would be best. But there are times peace there cannot be." Kesslan says simply. "Death is not an end I would seek or ended with one allready would it have. But there may a time be when it would be the only end acceptable. For as I have said, I am of the Pantherans, but I am not of their ways entire. No fault is it of theirs in this."

Desmond frowns deeply at this. "Come to me before, if this ever comes to the surface." The only thing he asks in this, his eyes lifted. Firm. "Come to me." He slowly releases Kesslan's hand, though does so only after laying it at the edge of his bed. Not wishing him to feel dismissed as the big male turns back to the cooling remnants of his food and drink. "Besides the issues with Roulin, how have you fared, Kesslan? You.. and the other."

"Of the other I cannot speak. A place of his own has he now, and his way upon this world for himself must he find. Time more to speak with him have I not yet found." Kesslan admits with a sigh, in some ways greatful for the change in subject. "Of me, little ever changes."

Desmond considers this quietly, finishing the rest of his food in silence for that time. The barely touched drink taken then as he relaxes back somewhat, a contented air coming over him, which had been missing for the last few days. "That too is something that we should change." He looks to Kesslan and considers the smaller feline quietly. "I think, in a way, we two hold something else in common. Truth be told, I know not what I would do without Aimee. I had vague plans when I came here at first.. simple objectives. But those, in a way, I have finished. With Aimee, I have direction.. a path to walk. So too you have a mission, yet I suspect that were you here, without that mission to guide, you too would be unsure of the path you might take in life."

Kesslan nods to that "Again, truth. Such it is for the lost. Were it not for a cause, think I would not linger here. But here, ohter interests than mine served can be. For here has all that my people would need think I to free themselves of the Atorian. Equal the technology is not, but good enough is it to difference make. And much flows through here of both technology and of the spirit worlds. Both things of worth to my kind."

Desmond nods quietly as he takes several light sips from his drink. But when he speaks, he doesn't speak of the mission. "Perhaps.. it is time to start to think of such things. Much as I hate to consider the possibility.. much as I have done to try and ignore it, there could be a moment when this world might claim Aimee. I know she would not wish me to falter if this time came." His eyes lift toward Kesslan. "So too, perhaps, might you consider if there is something more you would wish with your life, when all of this is done. Perhaps to better learn the ways of your people? Despite the distance that would place between us, it would be a favorable pursuit."

"I suppose, the only desire have I left, is that to wander and explore. Much there is we have dreamed of of other worlds, other people. And much see we now that there is of these things to find. This is why think I I would nto stay here without other things to hold me to this place. Interesting it is, but more of this world and others would there be to see." Kesslan says after a few moments of quiet contemplation of the matter. "Beyond this, I have no desires."

Desmond nods his head once to this, gazing at Kesslan thoughtfully. "Perhaps if my own ties break, I will accompany you in that. Much do I hear of things that exist.. 'out there'." He shakes his head slightly at that and huffs lowly. "I suppose this is too much to think of in the now. Too early before the weave of our lives has formed to that point."

"Truth. Worry of the future not Desmond, instead worry of today and cherish what is in the moment, and what once has been. The rest, matters little, for it is beyond the things one can control" Kesslan suggests "Truth that consider of these thigns time is good, so that if a time for such thing comes, better prepared one is, and yet one cannot control it."

Desmond nods his head once. " Yes, in the now there is much to enjoy." He sets aside the nearly emptied cup, then nudges the attached 'table' aside lightly. He reaches out for Kesslan's hand again, a tug given, to encourage him to settle on the edge of the bed with Desmond if he's malleable to such enticements. "Much there is to enjoy. Have you spoken yet to Aimee on being a part of our joining?"

Kesslan shifts closer to the bed at that tug, willing enough certainly. The smaller feline resing one arm on the other side of the bed, leaning slightly over Desmond as he sits on the edge so that he's at least decently balanced without Desmond having to move over too far. "No. I have not." He admits "Allways it seems other things there are that happen that at time are more important."

"This I understand," Desmond rumbles. "And there is time enough. I do anticipate hearing what you two might consider. We have spoken on it and I have decided it is better her choice to pick specifics. To be honest, I would accept any role for you. So do not hesitate to make a decision with her when you do speak on the subject." He slips his arm around Kesslan's waist, accepting him close.

Kesslan remains perched like that, leaning forward a little, and apparently content to stay that way for some time. The feline falling silent yet again as he tries to visualize the whole thing, but in the end he cant, for he is uncertain of what was planned. "This whole thing, not to me has it been explained in full yet. Know I not of the traditions to whcih Aimee wishes to follow."

"Nor I," Desmond replies, leaning in to give a soft nuzzle. "I plan to let her plan for this, for it is for her that I do it. Though if you have some knowledge of your own traditions, I would favor mixing them in, if she is. Even the smallest thing you might remember."

"Little enough do I remember of such things." Kesslan admits, leaning into that nuzzling. "Perahps Rath'tklan would know. It seems he is versed well in the ways of our kind for one who is not born of our people." he says softly, leaning a little further forward to hug Desmond, for a brief moment almost as if he were affraid to ever let go again. "But the way of it matters not so much, as the act itself."

Desmond welcomes Kesslan into an embrace that lingers, feeling that subtle intensity, extending the close moment as he responds. "Perhaps, yes. I have not spoken to him on what is between we three." Thoughtful on that as he leans back only slightly, keeping the embrace, if not as close as the initial hug. "I will await what you two speak of. You and Rath'tklan, as well as you and Aimee."

"Then I shall endevour to do so as soon as time permits. Too long allready have I put off such things. But in the end, so too does the tradition used matter not to me, but only the intent behind it. For each culture, even among our kind has it's own ways. Own traditions. And when things go between clans.." Kesslan shrugs a little without letting go of his gentle hold on Desmond "Then things change or go one way or another. For it is one thing I share with my kind. That in the end, it is the intent behind an act that matters."

"My intent is to give you welcome," Desmond rumbles. "For I would have you be a part of my life as long as the fates allow." He releases Kesslan, but lifts a hand to pass the back of his fingers along the smaller male's muzzle lightly. "No matter what, this is my truth to you, that you may carry it with you, no matter what will come."

Kesslan leans his head into that touch, his eyes closing "And would too I you and Aimee both. As much as I fear other things may in time between us come, it is not a thing I would seek as have I said. Good both you have been to me. More than at time feel I deserve." his voice growing a little somber at that note. "Too, much have you both taught me of the ways of others. To better understand and know more what one must careful be of, while accept freely one can from ones not of our kind."

Desmond shifts his hand, lifted to cup his palm against the side of Kesslan's head. He gives the other feline a firm look. "Too often you think of others, rather than yourself. I give to you because so rarely do you give to yourself. And you deserve those things that I do give to you, by my eye."

"It is because I want for little in life Desmond. Even when it comes to things as cybernetics. Much of this technology would I use, think I. At least that which does not change me too much to the outside world. Much of it is of great use in combat. Would help keep me safe. But even there, it is just a thing I aquire as I can for it int he end would aid me, in ading others better. Even the concept of life forever does not with me hold as much sway as others I have met of this world. It is a thing I would use if gifted with such, to learn, to help. But in the end.. such things are not so much desired, as simply used if available."

Desmond considers Kesslan for a few moments before he rumbles, "I don't think I will ever see things quite like that.. in a way I understand, but in another way I don not. But such is the way of things, where there are differences and similarities."

Kesslan slowly gets up. Pausing once he's fully standing to both get rid of that pins and needles feeling from having been sitting at an odd angle for so long, but more importnatly to lean over and give Desmond a fond nuzzling. "Return soon then shall I, and to your place I will stop to ready it for your return. Untill then, sleep you well Desmond."

Desmond nods his head once and returns the nuzzle, a hand lifted to keep Kesslan near briefly as he rumbles, "Thank you for the food. It is true, what they serve here is not as pleasant." True thanks in his tone. He lets his hand drop then and slowly shifts himself back into a prone posture, laying out. "I shall see you again soon, Kesslan."Tags:aimee, desmond, kesslan