Mar 03 22:41:55 106 PA
From Chronicles
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Raleigh's Retreat - Desmond's Rooms
A spacious two bedroom apartment which is kept in a constant state of cleanliness. The walls and floor are a uniform mix of white and finished floorboards. There is a brief entryway with a small coat closet before opening out into the main living space. In the entryway, a colourful rug contasts with the simple colour scheme. At the center of the living space is a good sized couch with a circular rag rug laid out before it. The wall just ahead holds a smallish, inset fireplace sans mantel and on each wall, pictures of a single flower, close up, are hung. To the left of the couch, where the entryway lies, a several bookcases sit, filled with films, books on many topics and, amidst the eclectic mix, a scattering cookbooks. a lower shelf on one bookcase has a neatly laid out collection of art supplies, including several sketchpads and a variety of colored pencils. In one corner, some floor cushions are arrayed about a television and a film player that is nestled into it.
To the right of the couch is the kitchen space, cordoned off from the rest of the room by a long counter and hanging cupboards that leave a space through which to view the livingroom. The fridge is a large, two door model and the standard fixtures are kept spotless, complimented by a dishwasher, trash compactor and a pair of diversely laden, red and gold spice racks. The wall behind he couch opens up into a hallway. A trio of framed pictures showing sunny landscapes are scattered along the length of it. A small spare bedroom and simple bathroom flank the hall, with the master bedroom at the very end.
The spare room has been left largely undecorated. A small bed, with simple sheets and an empty dresser. The closet has linens and is being used to store weapons and armor. The master bedroom is only slightly more populace, with a larger, strongly built king sized bed and a largish dresser dominating opposite sides. Above the dresser is a framed picture of beach with a clear, blue sky contrasting the deep blue of the sea. Above the bed is a framed image of a mixed field of wild flowers. A few rugs mingle together on the floor, a solid blue one laid out before the door itself while a pair of red rugs to either side of the bed. Set at the foot of the bed is a largish, locked storage chest.
Evening and there is meat cooking, and wine glasses set out, and Aimee lying on the sofa cushions, a wine glass in her fingers, as she watches a black and white film on the television. The end credits are near, and the romance is clearly hitting it's peak, as she sniffs, wiping her eyes with her fingertips. The room is lit with candles, and is warm, cosy and welcoming. Obviously intended to relax her feline on his return from work.
Keen feline ears, further augmented by state of the art cybernetics give Kesslan a good idea of who is allready home as he approaches the door to Desmond's appartment. With his own appartment just down the hall, the pantheran had left his armor and at least most of his weapons at home this time around. Though even now he just cant seem to bear to be completely unarmed, his pair of pistols still strapped in their drop down leg holsters. And of course he's still wearing his usual military cut of clothing. He pauses ath the door af ew moments wondering how to proceed before deciding to go the stealthy route, just for a little bit of fun. Ever so slowly he inserts the key to the door and starts to turn it. Afterall the first trick is to get the door open without alerting Aimee.. assuming he's not mistaken and it really is Desmond. But even then he's feeling in abit of a playful mood tonight.
Aimee is miles away, totally unaware of the opening door as the credits begin to roll and she sits up, brushing away tears over a film a hundred years old. She shakes her head, laughing softly at herself and rises from the sofa, moving to tidy up her little collection of mess, tissues and glass. Her dress is casual at the extreme, wearing one of Desmond's old Moe's shirts, which hangs down to her knees, concealing everything else nicely. She turns, to move towards the kitchen, to refill the glass.
Kesslan has by now slipped inside and carefully shut the door, and as Aimee suddenly gets up to head towards the kitchen the pantheran quickly debates to either jump at her now, or try to hide and hope she some how walks past without quite catching on just yet. However such a task is not exactly easy in such an open space to say the least. So in the end he simply stands before the now closed door, perfectly still. Either hoping to supprise her a little bit, or even better some how, beyond all hope not get immediately noticed so he can try to slip up behind her. And so he stands, so still not even his tail moves, only his eyes moving to follow Aimee's form.
She is oblivious, wandering kitchenwards to refill her glass, in a dream world of romance and wartime troubles. She puts her glass down on the table as she passes, bending to pull the bottle of wine from the cooler, turning to refill it and putting the bottle on the table, aware that it won't last much longer. For a moment, she gives in to vanity, turning to a mirror in the livingroom to check her hair, showing Kesslan a side neither of the men might have seen as she lifts her hair, turning this way and that, considering her appearance with it up, the curls on the top of her head, a strand falling down either side of her face, framing it artfully.
Kesslan idly ponders Aimee's placement before the mirror. That does make things a little tricker, but counting his blessings so far he moves in close to the wall, ever so quietly padding along, not too slow, and not too fast. His ears perked high as he tries to find the best angle to move up on Aimee. Ironically this becomes the first time in his life, outside of a combat situation where he wished he could turn invisible temporarily. But instead he'll just have to make due. And thus he crouches down just a little bit, his tail finally seeing a degree of playful movement before he moves towards AImee at a hurried but still careful pace. Not wanting to ram into her afterall, but trying to move up close and fast enough to slip up behind her and snag her in a firm hug and nuzzle before she can at least manage to turn around. Even a playful nip at her shoulder given. "Sirritijas Aimee." he purrs softly, to help settle her nerves lest he'd gone too far. Afterall he doesnt want to completely freak her out. Just give her a.. pleasant supprise.
The small turns she does to look at her appearance give no warning of the feline stalking her. She tilts her head back, her eyes brimming with laughter as she pouts at her reflection, mocking herself before she is grabbed! She jumps, dropping her hands from her hair, letting it tumble down over his face. There is a shriek before the woman grasps who holds her, the nuzzle drawing a soft noise from her and then she twists in his arms to throw herself into his arms. "Mon minet!" His face gets covered in kisses, her expectation that he can catch and hold her easily. "I never heard you..." Her smile is utterly welcoming, her feelings for him shown in green eyes that watch him.
Kesslan's own eyes alas are note quite so expressive, at least not to the naked human eye. But this close up Aimee can at least just barely make up the trace movements of his eyes. Feline like but.. certainly welcoming. His ears giving a little ammused flicker as he holds her close. "This was point." he says with a mildly impish tone as he hugs her close. "Have good news some for Aimee. Kesslan speak much with Kalvin, do tests. Kalvin say think he with work more find way make Kesslan not radioactive so much. If work, would let Kesslan with Aimee and Desmond more often be."
The shriek that meets that news must make the neighbours wonder if someone is being murdered but it is a happy noise when put with the huge hug that has both her arms wrapped around his neck, covering him with kisses, her bare legs wrapping around his waist. "Kess! That is brilliant! Awesome!" She reverts to the slang of her youth as the joy of his news is obvious. "When? Will it cost? I think we have some left from the bar... we can cut bits off there if..." She is babbling. Calm collected Aimee is babbling like an excited schoolgirl.
A less stealthy key slots into the lock. Firmly turned, the door opening in a snap, just enough to admit Desmond's tall form. He is armored, though his helmet is already off, casually held in the hook of two fingers as he closes the door firmly behind him with a half twist. Then he turns to step into and regard the main room, finding.. his woman in the arms of another man! "It is good that you have come, Kesslan," he rumbles, a warm welcome in his tone as he steps towards the two. No surprised, after having caught that rather high volume shriek on the wind. He looks to the source of it and rumbles a warm, "My flame.. I suspect he has told you?"
"No. Money is not thing needed. Kalvin ask for honor debt in exchange. Kalvin help Kesslan, so too then in time Kesslan must help Kalvin with thing. If cost of thing come up then much think I will it not be." Kesslan replies, nuzzling against her once more, and secretly glad for the sound dampeners he had installed. Their saving his ears right now from the more high pitched noises Aimee is making and taking everything down to quite tolerable levels where he's concerned. His form straightening as Desmond enters, and a greeting nod given to the larger feline as he speaks. He moves just a tiny bit away from Aimee, though he knows well enough that he need not move completely away, only does he do this to offer Desmond a spot to also embrace Aimee should either choose such a path.
She is enjoying the nuzzling, tilting her head back to allow him to more easily reach her throat, and the shriek has become a much less intolerable noise. Desmond's entrance is masked by that distraction and his words lift her head, bringing her gaze past the man who she clings to, to her fiance. "Mon chat...isn't it the best news?" Kesslan's release and step away is followed but she leans into him, offering her face to Desmond, snuggling her back to Kesslan. "I think perhaps we should celebrate." She decides for them all, her lifted face demanding a kiss from Desmond.
Desmond does indeed approach near and as Aimee and Kesslan shift positions, he leans in to give her the desired kiss, never tardy in bestowing such things. lightly lingering before his head lifts and he leans a light nuzzle into Kesslan. "It is very good news," he confirms. "And I have spoken already to him of the spare room for his possessions. We have yet to fill it and storage is what it is used for in the now." Aimee's declaration of celebration finds no disagreement with him. "I will make myself comfortable and return soon. TIme spent with you both will be a pleasing end to this day. And should he not be waylaid further, he will go to see about making himself to home.
"Be mindful however Aimee, there is no certain yet. Only firm belief in time answer found can be." he cautions "Is too at best thing that would not permanent be. Pantheran hold radioactive thing within very easy. Not full understand of how all work, but Kalvin belive possible can be to remove much of what now there. But if ever on Seriv again or in similar thing, Kesslan radioactive again would become. WOuld then need to do again." he cautions. Not mentioning the other things such as how much the process would hurt according to Kalvin.
Aimee leans into the kiss, giving Desmond her full attention for a moment before turning back to Kesslan as Desmond leaves to go and change. "It might not be certain, mon minet, but there is hope where there was none and I am happy with that for the moment..." She lifts a hand, pressing her fingertips to his mouth, her eyes dancing in amusement, her face teasing. "All things are possible then..."
Desmond will be in the back hall for a bit. Removing his armor and laying it aside for the next time, passing a brush along his fur briefly to set it back into a more perfect order and so forth. He considers a shower, but doesn't find himself to be objectionable, thus decides to skip that aspect. He'll emerge soon.
"Such is hope yes." Kesslan confirms for Aimee as he gives her another tight hug. "Must seak I with Kalvin again soon. Has been time some since last spoke, and must see how work the testings of Kalvin." he adds, nuzzling Aimee again as he just snuggles in close to her. "WOuld good be to not have worry of hurting Desmond or Aimee just by around being."
She returns the hug wholeheartedly, her face burying into his neck, her own nuzzling and nipping happening. She whispers her words, softly, just for him. "I missed you, imbecile, I miss you very much. Mon chat does too,...and the club.. oh you should see the club." She snuggles in closer to him, lifting her head from his neck, her face alight with happiness.
Desmond returns then with his armor and weapons traded for his casual black sweatpants. Pausing for a few moments at the mouth of the hallway to observe the two of them. A casual contentment in his expression. One that lingers as he rumbles, "He has seen it not too long ago, though only briefly. So you can give him a more detailed tour soon if you like." Approaching then, coming to the two of them to open his arms and wrap both up, one with each, in a firm embrace. "There is little left to do now.. only to prepare for the opening night."
Kesslan holds Aimee in a hug, yet leans into Desmond's embrace to show he's not in the least rejecting the other feline. "Truth. In good shape look it now. Different than old but think better will be. Think will hurt eyes not so much now as old place. Too many of thing human call 'blacklight' use they. Still not understand how human stand such thing. Few is all need to light room but put many many in in places."
She snuggles with both men, her body relaxed and her gaze moving between the pair. "Oh you saw it?" A hint of disappointment at not being able to show off the work but not so much that she sulks. "I bought steak..." She offers the food in a soft tone of voice, her eyes laughing up at them as she wiggles out from the cuddle, moving towards the kitchen, padding barefoot in Desmond's shirt to prepare food for her loves. "Wine? Beer? Water?" She calls over her shoulder.
"Only briefly, My Flame," Desmond assures Aimee. "You shall be able to show him all the details there are to see." He steps back as the clustered embrace ends and as Aimee goes to the kitchen, he rumbles, "Wine and water." Then to Kesslan he looks and nods once, extending an arm over his shoulder in a casual camaraderie. He seems deeply content in this moment. With a night ahead of food, talk and togetherness that is rare enough and pleasant enough to mark such days as of deeper significance than the rest. So it shall be for these three. Tags: aimee, desmond, kesslan
