Summer fic challenge 2016, part 3.
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volieredeatoriGod damn this one took forever.
"Say, Lasswell," Rain says carefully, slowly, his fingertips idly tracing random patterns on the skin of his partner's shoulder. "Tell me something. What...do you think about these 'visions'?"
Half-asleep, Lasswell is surprised by the question; he thinks about it for a few long moments, enough that Rain's fingers still from impatience, and even then he's not really sure what he's supposed to say in answer. "They seem to be the only way we can really do anything," he responds finally, a little sourly - though it's the truth, he hates to say it. "Alone, we are...more helpless than I want to admit. But with the power of visions--" and why, he thinks as he's been so often doing since that girl in the crystal appeared before them, are they possibly worthy of this power? "A boon in a time of great need. I suppose that's what they are."
Rain hesitates at that, taps his fingers raggedly and finally shakes his head. "No - that's not really what I mean. It's true they're helping us a lot, and we wouldn't even be able to hope to stand up to the likes of Veritas without them - but, I mean, in terms of us. Terms of what they do to us. You know what I mean, right? I just..." he sighs, feeling suddenly tired, leans his head down to rest on warm skin. "I guess I'm...worried. These visions give us such great power, and we're supposed to believe it won't take anything from us in return? I'm not sure I do...not sure I can believe it. What do you think?"
"I think it's unlike you to worry so much," comes Lasswell's prompt answer, his tone one of sudden, great concern as he twists slightly, tries to dislodge Rain off him enough to make eye contact. (It isn't really working; Rain makes an excellent mimic of a barnacle.) "Rain - has something happened? If the visions have--"
"No! No, nothing's happened." Not yet, anyway, Rain thinks, but keeps it silent so as to continue trying to assuage Lasswell's concern. "It just seems like there ought to be some kind of catch to this. I thought since you've been teaching me about visions, you might know if there's anything...I didn't mean to worry you. I'm sorry. Everything's fine, honest."
Lasswell huffs softly, finally manages to shift out from under Rain and turns over to face him, studying his face intently as if trying to find some lie. Of course, he doesn't, so he has to be satisfied with the terribly unsatisfactory answer. "...I trust you would tell me immediately if something did happen. That would be the absolute last thing we need."
"Of course I would," Rain nods emphatically, pushes himself closer to Lasswell and slips one leg round both of his in what can only be described as a terribly unmanly cuddle. "So just - never mind the question. Alright? I really didn't mean to worry you."
"Yet you seem to be excellent at that very thing." A dry smile manifests on Lasswell's lips as he says it, and he's relieved when Rain snorts out a laugh and settles against him. "Fine. Consider it forgotten. Now can we get some rest?"
"Yeah. Sorry. Sleep well." Rain smiles, pecks a kiss to Lasswell's lips and closes his eyes to the sight of an amusingly adorable blush on his partner's cheeks.
"Say, Lasswell," Rain says carefully, slowly, his fingertips idly tracing random patterns on the skin of his partner's shoulder. "Tell me something. What...do you think about these 'visions'?"
Half-asleep, Lasswell is surprised by the question; he thinks about it for a few long moments, enough that Rain's fingers still from impatience, and even then he's not really sure what he's supposed to say in answer. "They seem to be the only way we can really do anything," he responds finally, a little sourly - though it's the truth, he hates to say it. "Alone, we are...more helpless than I want to admit. But with the power of visions--" and why, he thinks as he's been so often doing since that girl in the crystal appeared before them, are they possibly worthy of this power? "A boon in a time of great need. I suppose that's what they are."
Rain hesitates at that, taps his fingers raggedly and finally shakes his head. "No - that's not really what I mean. It's true they're helping us a lot, and we wouldn't even be able to hope to stand up to the likes of Veritas without them - but, I mean, in terms of us. Terms of what they do to us. You know what I mean, right? I just..." he sighs, feeling suddenly tired, leans his head down to rest on warm skin. "I guess I'm...worried. These visions give us such great power, and we're supposed to believe it won't take anything from us in return? I'm not sure I do...not sure I can believe it. What do you think?"
"I think it's unlike you to worry so much," comes Lasswell's prompt answer, his tone one of sudden, great concern as he twists slightly, tries to dislodge Rain off him enough to make eye contact. (It isn't really working; Rain makes an excellent mimic of a barnacle.) "Rain - has something happened? If the visions have--"
"No! No, nothing's happened." Not yet, anyway, Rain thinks, but keeps it silent so as to continue trying to assuage Lasswell's concern. "It just seems like there ought to be some kind of catch to this. I thought since you've been teaching me about visions, you might know if there's anything...I didn't mean to worry you. I'm sorry. Everything's fine, honest."
Lasswell huffs softly, finally manages to shift out from under Rain and turns over to face him, studying his face intently as if trying to find some lie. Of course, he doesn't, so he has to be satisfied with the terribly unsatisfactory answer. "...I trust you would tell me immediately if something did happen. That would be the absolute last thing we need."
"Of course I would," Rain nods emphatically, pushes himself closer to Lasswell and slips one leg round both of his in what can only be described as a terribly unmanly cuddle. "So just - never mind the question. Alright? I really didn't mean to worry you."
"Yet you seem to be excellent at that very thing." A dry smile manifests on Lasswell's lips as he says it, and he's relieved when Rain snorts out a laugh and settles against him. "Fine. Consider it forgotten. Now can we get some rest?"
"Yeah. Sorry. Sleep well." Rain smiles, pecks a kiss to Lasswell's lips and closes his eyes to the sight of an amusingly adorable blush on his partner's cheeks.
