domesticity

[duke_of_illusions]

Al had stayed over last night... and hasn't quite left this morning, either. The day is stretching on, and Barma is still beautifully comfortable, now immersed in a book, as his fingers trail through Al's hair.

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[al_truism]

Al nods, even if he still has a hard time understanding why that makes sense. He supposes it's spiritual and ritualistic, but he's always been a scientist.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Anyways, by the time the prayers are done, it may be assumed that the animals will not be joining us, and we eat. Twelve courses."

[al_truism]

"How does anyone eat twelve courses...?"

Sputtering.

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"You have a small morsel of each, and don't eat much else during the day. No lunch."

[al_truism]

"That makes sense."

Al nods, taking Barma's fingers and kissing them, pressing them between his palms to warm them.

"And you exchange gifts too?"

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Not traditionally, but my friends are all of the more contemporary version of the faith."

[al_truism]

"In Adstringendum there would be trees with lights, popcorn and ornaments, and there's a legend of a man in a red suit on a flying sleigh."

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"I'll see what I can find."

He promises, kissing Al softly.

"Are you a little thawed?"

[al_truism]

"Mostly."

Al grins.

"Though you probably wouldn't want my toes on you right now. You?"

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Better."

He promises.

[al_truism]

Al presses one hand to Barma's chest, over the seal.

"... do you get cold easily?"

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"Not particularly, why?"

Shrugging.

[al_truism]

"Or sick?"

Softly.

He doesn't immediately answer the 'why'.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"My contract keeps me very healthy."

He promises.

[al_truism]

Al searches his eyes, and nods.

"I noticed that you rubbed at your chest after Dodo appeared."

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"Of course. It's a readjustment- he's inside me."

He explains.

"When he's gone, there's a hollowness, and when he first returns, a pressure."

[al_truism]

"And you're not sick? It's not killing you?"

Softly.

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"The things that are happening to Break are because this is his second contract."

He reminds him, firmly.

[al_truism]

He slowly nods, taking a deep breath.

"... I'm sorry. I worry."

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"You don't have to worry about me. I have a long life ahead of me."

He promises.

[al_truism]

"Then I'll stop worrying so much."

He smiles, gripping his shirt.

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"Do."

He orders.

[al_truism]

"If something ever does happen, please tell me."

Firmly.

"If I'm hurt or sick, you'll know about it too."

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"Have people hid things like this from you before?"

He checks.

[al_truism]

"My mother did."

Al's eyes are suddenly blank, and he doesn't quite look at Rufus. When he realizes he's doing it, he forces a smile.