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A heap of gay

Location: The Cravat
Time: Out of time

Seeing Gabe and Jeannot emerging from within the closet with the cot, Watson took hold of the center section. "Do you mind if I assist you?" He asked, all calm British cordiality.

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kissingmyelbow
Jan. 18th, 2007 08:07 pm (UTC)
((No, Sigerson wins! [And all signs point to me still having a Sigerson at my beck and call, and that brings joy to my cold and dead heart.]))

Gabe stopped in his dead tracks and considered, for a moment, just turning around and going back up the stairs. It wasn't that he was surprised at what he saw. It was more that he was surprised Holmes had lost it so soon. He'd figured that the Great Detective would have had more willpower. He shook his head, not sure if he disapproved or was proud of Holmes for getting over his Victorianism. "You know what?" he said, finally. "You two go back to whatever you were doing. I need to get bedsheets and then I'll be right out." He shook his head again and started towards the closet.
simplysidhe
Jan. 19th, 2007 02:30 am (UTC)
Holmes shoved his hands convulsively into his pockets, an expression of consternation on his face. "I - what -" Wisely, he chose to shut up.

Watson, his face tight with anger, said nothing, but he turned his back.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 19th, 2007 02:53 am (UTC)
Gabe opened the door to the closet and took a look over his shoulder at Holmes and Watson. He glared at Holmes for a second before giving a very pointed look at Watson's turned back and then walked into the closet, hoping Holmes was smart enough to have gotten the point. The point being, of course, apologize to him, you dolt, if you ever want to get into his pants. He very courteously closed the door most of the way behind him, though not enough that he wasn't able to tell what was going on.
simplysidhe
Jan. 19th, 2007 07:47 am (UTC)
What was going on was simply this - two Victorian men glaring at each other, stubbornly refusing to smile, Holmes trying desperately to keep his hands plunged deeply into his pockets.

"You know, Rosenburg," he hissed through his teeth, "nothing interesting is going to happen here. You may return."
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 19th, 2007 09:01 pm (UTC)
Gabe shook his head at the two of them and gave Holmes a glare that said that if something interesting didn't happen soon, he would probably lose his chance. He found a lightswitch inside the closet and flicked it. Though he couldn't see any fixtures or bulbs it got brighter anyway and he shut the door softly, wondering if anything interesting would happen now that he was not there to see it.

((ARGH. The more I think about the Space Between Time they inhabit the more it reminds me of One Ash Tree Lane and it's starting to freak me out.))
mouette_mots
Jan. 22nd, 2007 05:25 am (UTC)
Whether or not anything interesting was happening downstairs, Jeannot didn't know, but it was certain that nothing was happening in his and Gabe's room. He sat very still on the bed, doing his best to think of absolutely nothing, as anything at all seemed likely to push him over the edge and into tears again, and he didn't want Gabe to come back and see him crying. Time seemed to pass excruciatingly slowly, though he had nothing to measure it by, and Jeannot shivered -- a bit from cold, but yet more at how silent the room was, how completely alone in the world he might have been. He glanced up at the door hopefully, and then touched his forehead to his knees again, waiting for Gabe to return, trying to stave off the irrational fear that he had lost his love again.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 23rd, 2007 11:56 pm (UTC)
Gabe glanced around the closet, looking for any of the things he needed. He spotted bed fixings and took them down, placing them in a pile by his feet. A few shelves above him he saw what looked to be a sketchbook and stepped up onto the first shelf, one hand gripping tightly to a higher shelf to keep him from falling backwards. He reached out blindly and grabbed onto the spiral edge of the sketchbook, taking it off the shelf and tossing it to the floor before hopping back down himself. He grabbed a pencil and tossed it into the bundle of linens. He picked it up and walked over to the door, which he knocked rather sharply upon. "I'm coming out," he said, not intending a pun, I swear, "so if you two want to rush hurriedly away from each other and just stare awkwardly, now's the time."
simplysidhe
Jan. 24th, 2007 01:54 am (UTC)
"That won't be necessary," Holmes called out. "Really, Rosenburg, you vastly overestimate me."

Watson made a small, strangled sound, and Holmes seemed to laugh, proving once more that his sense of humor is twisted beyond compare.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 24th, 2007 02:10 am (UTC)
Gabe shook his head and exited the closet, switching off the light as he did. "And you, Holmes," he said, looking at the other man, slightly dismayed, "disappoint me." He paused for a moment and then yawned. "I'm off to bed, I think," he said, gesturing towards the stairs with his hands full of linens. "If you boys need anything I'm sure it's in the closet. Have fun." He sighed, slightly more tired than he would have liked, and started upstairs.
mouette_mots
Jan. 24th, 2007 05:18 am (UTC)
Jeannot's head finally lifted at the sound of steps on the stairs, and he sighed with relief, though he was sure it wasn't rational of him to be worried in the first place. He scrambled off of the bed and hurried to the door, cracking it open enough to peek out before suddenly remembering that he was naked, and what if it was one of the other two men, rather than Gabe? He hid himself behind the door and looked out cautiously. "Gabe?" he whispered into the dim hallway outside.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 24th, 2007 08:50 pm (UTC)
Gabe smiled at the sound of his love's voice. "It's me," he said, and pushed the door open enough for him to slip through. "Miss me?" he asked, and leaned forward to kiss Jeannot gently, dropping the bundle of bedclothes on the floor so he could wrap his arms around him.
mouette_mots
Jan. 24th, 2007 10:03 pm (UTC)
Jeannot embraced Gabe in return, pressing close to him, reassured by his presence. "I did," he murmured into Gabe's ear. He was silent for a moment, just holding his lover, before kissing his cheek and drawing away. "It seemed like a very long time," he said softly, "but of course that was only a silly notion of mine." He smiled tentatively and lifted a hand to stroke Gabe's cheek, feeling the need to keep touching him, to make sure he was still real.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 24th, 2007 10:45 pm (UTC)
Gabe took Jeannot's hand in his and turned his head to kiss his love's palm. "If you didn't want me to leave," he said, looking at Jeannot very seriously, "you ought to have said. And, besides, if I'm ever away from you for very long it's probably not by my own choice." He smiled at kissed Jeannot's forehead. "It was a very silly notion."
mouette_mots
Jan. 24th, 2007 11:00 pm (UTC)
"I think I am allowed to be a little foolish, over you," Jeannot replied, giving a real smile this time. He leaned up to kiss Gabe, lingering as long as he could. "T'aimi," he murmured, slipping back into the street language of his childhood for a moment.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 24th, 2007 11:31 pm (UTC)
"You're flattering me again, aren't you?" Gabe asked, not really minding, and closed his eyes, content. "And you're allowed to be foolish over whomever you like," he added, tiredly. "It's endearing."
mouette_mots
Jan. 25th, 2007 12:38 am (UTC)
Jeannot shook his head. "Only over you, aimé," he said, serious, and pulled away from Gabe. He bent down to pick up the bundle of bedclothes. "Come, then, let us dress our bed." He smiled at his love, the word 'our' giving him a thrill of happiness, so that he could almost forget his earlier worries and fears and the memories of a time long past.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 25th, 2007 01:54 am (UTC)
Gabe sighed as Jeannot moved away from him, wanting to stay close, though he had to admit that he was looking forward to curling up next to his love in a freshly made bed. "Oh," he said, remembering half the reason he'd left in the first place, "I found you a sketchbook and some pencils. They're in the bundle, somewhere, if you want them."
mouette_mots
Jan. 25th, 2007 03:46 am (UTC)
Jeannot fairly lit up with happiness, and he unwrapped the bedclothes, quickly finding the sketchbook and pencils. He paged through the book, feeling the quality of the paper, and smiled. "Oh, that is beautiful," he murmured, delighted. "Thank you, aimé." He kissed Gabe's cheek gratefully, and set the book and pencils aside for the moment as he moved over to begin to make the bed.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 25th, 2007 04:06 am (UTC)
"It's nothing," Gabe replied, moving to the other side of the bed to help. "I would've taken the time to find charcoal, like you wanted, but I didn't want to be gone too long and then pencils were the first thing I spotted. I'm sure there's some in there, though." He smiled over the bed at Jeannot. "I can't remember the last time I had another pair of hands helping me make a bed. It must've been just before I got my own apartment."
mouette_mots
Jan. 25th, 2007 04:14 am (UTC)
Jeannot tugged the first sheet into place, looking up again to smile at Gabe. "Your apartment in New York," he repeated, thoughtful. "Tell me about New York, chéri? You have met my friends now, and seen parts of my life. Is it very different from yours?" As a topic to distract him from the events of the day, he thought this would do nicely.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 25th, 2007 04:28 am (UTC)
"Quite different," Gabe said, smoothing the sheet thoughtfully. "So different I honestly don't know where to start. There's more people, and more kinds of people, and I think they're all slightly angrier." He laughed. "And there's cars, of course, so there's always a constant, underlying din from traffic and car-horns and then there's the smog, which I could describe forever, I think." He paused. "It sounds rather hellish, from that description, doesn't it?"
mouette_mots
Jan. 25th, 2007 04:33 am (UTC)
Jeannot tilted his head to the side, considering. "It does, a bit," he decided. "But Paris has her moments of hellishness, as well. The riots, and--" He shivered and changed the subject quickly, busying himself with the cloth on the bed. "But what are cars, Gabe?" he asked, unfamiliar with the term.
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 25th, 2007 04:49 am (UTC)
"I keep forgetting that you don't have those," Gabe said, and paused for a moment, considering how best to explain them. "Cars are like..." he started, but then stopped again. "Imagine a carriage that moves without horses and is steered from inside," he managed. "Though they are a bit more complex than I'm making them out to be. They come in all sorts of sizes and colours and brands and so on." He waved, dismissing all of those complexities. "No one uses horses, anymore, except for sport and, I suppose, on some old fashioned farms or tourist traps." He shrugged. "I don't own one. It's not really practical, in the City, and I honestly haven't driven in years. You don't forget, though. It's rather like riding a bike in that respect." He shrugged and lifted up on corner of the mattress to tuck everything firmly in.
mouette_mots
Jan. 25th, 2007 05:02 am (UTC)
Jeannot was more puzzled than before, and he admitted as much. "It does not sound possible," he said. "Like-- magic, really. But I suppose machines and things are much different, by your time." He shook his head and picked up the pillows, tossing them onto the bed, then looked up and smiled across the completed bed at Gabe. He sat on top of the blankets, nearly as content as ever, with only a lingering guilt and sorrow at the loss of Alexandre to mar his happiness, and reached out a hand to Gabe to pull his lover down beside him. "Well, tell me of something I will understand," he urged. "Of your friends, and your café, and where you live."
kissingmyelbow
Jan. 26th, 2007 02:53 am (UTC)
Gabe was quite happy to be pulled onto the bed and snuggled close to Jeannot, wrapping his arms around him. "Friends have been in short supply, lately," he said, slightly sadly. "They keep moving and, quite frankly, an alarming amount of them keep dying." He sighed and shifted even closer. "But my job is nice," he continued, trying to lighten the subject. "My boss, Meg, has had me working for her for a good three years now, and she's more a friend than anything else. And there's the regulars and everything, plus I just get to see interesting people come and go and don't have to do much." He yawned. "I usually work with Josh. He's, well... He's Joshy," he finished, lamely. "And as for where I live, my apartment isn't really much to look at. It's not really home, anyway." He smiled at Jeannot and kissed him softly. "You are."
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