oneman_onevote: (Apprehensive)
The castle is chill, in the hallways, and dark apart from pools of light created by torches placed at wide intervals on the walls.

Havelock is moving, if possible, even more silently than usual. He'd be twitchy if that wasn't a surefire way to mess up your stealth. The shadows are blending obligingly around him, more strongly here than they had in the bar.

Puck can take care of himself, he knows that, but also holds out no hope that any of this is going to be particularly pleasant.

Date: 2010-02-21 10:09 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] puckishly.livejournal.com
Puck can't really help brightening at that.

It's so romantic when after five years, your boyfriend still wants to have sex with you despite being recently undead.

... Admittedly, it is the 'recently undead' thing that seems to be creating some of the roadblocks.

"I should do," Puck says, coming closer in increments that do not appear to be at all calculated, "anything within my power to accommodate you."

Date: 2010-02-21 10:25 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] puckishly.livejournal.com
Puck makes a face.

"Is it? I admit I did not specify the manner, but I meant rather to imply that--"

A beat, as he gestures vaguely.



"You know I've no desire to bring about a thing that you should not wish for."

Date: 2010-02-21 11:01 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] puckishly.livejournal.com
He has come to a stop several feet away from him, as it happens, as he now does whenever Havelock does not seem to be giving him an unambiguous green light.

And frowns.

"That is all I meant, then."

He does not fidget in any discernible way.

"That whatever I may have of you, or you of me-- that I shall grant with a glad heart, and neither more nor less."

Date: 2010-02-21 11:30 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] puckishly.livejournal.com
Puck glances down and away, another crooked smile tugging at his own lips.

"I have some small fondness for you, after all."

Date: 2010-02-21 11:39 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] puckishly.livejournal.com
Puck grins.

"Oh do you?" he says owlishly.

"How marvelous. I had wondered."

(In a version of reality that is not this one, Puck does not permit Havelock to move but instead presses him back against the doorframe--


Ahem.

As it's a reality that is not this one, perhaps it doesn't bear going into.)

Date: 2010-02-21 11:58 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] puckishly.livejournal.com
Puck's lips quirk ruefully.

"I suppose so," he sighs, in such a manner as to indicate that he supposes rather the opposite.

After that he manages to smile, though, deliberate.

"Shall I bide here 'til I am sent for?"

By which he may or may not mean 'run about the castle in a generally nuisancey fashion.'

Date: 2010-02-22 12:11 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] puckishly.livejournal.com
Puck makes a bit of a face.

"I shall be thertain to."

Date: 2010-02-22 12:13 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] ye-dyskians.livejournal.com
(Igor is, of course, right behind him.

He does not look amused.)

"You rang, young mathter?"

Date: 2010-02-22 12:20 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] puckishly.livejournal.com
Puck turns slowly to Igor, in the general manner of a lion presented unexpectedly with a weak-ankled baby gazelle.

(Havelock's upper-class drawl is always unsettlingly hot.)

"Hullo," he says, cheerfully enough.

He turns his attention back to Havelock. "Well-- I am sure you may conduct your business without fear. I feel I am in quite capable hands."

Date: 2010-02-22 12:21 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] ye-dyskians.livejournal.com
Igor looks pleased for the first time, puffing his chest out a little.

"They were my great-uncle'th," he says modestly.

Date: 2010-02-22 12:44 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] puckishly.livejournal.com
Puck looks as though he doesn't know whether to be intrigued or mildly horrified.

But it neatly distracts him from Havelock.

"Oh," he agrees, vague.

"Ah ... indeed."

His expression sharpens with concentration as he gives Havelock a last look. "I wish you all the same."

A slight pause.

"'Til later, then."

Date: 2010-02-22 12:47 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] ye-dyskians.livejournal.com
Igor sighs, rolling his eyes a little as young Master Havelock disappears.

What is he going to do with thith one?

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