oneman_onevote: (Thinking/Dreamy/Alone)
[OOC: After this conversation with Flagg.]

Havelock opens the door, and walks in slowly. The medallion is hidden safely away in a pocket, but he brushes a light hand over it to make sure it is still there nonetheless.

He sits quietly down on the bed, to think for a while.

Date: 2005-09-22 10:03 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] puckishly.livejournal.com
Puck opens his mouth, but the words forming on his lips ... aren't what he wants to say. He searches for a long moment, thinking irritably somewhere at the back of his mind that surely Havelock must know.

"For ..."

It is so rare that Robin Goodfellow should be at a loss for words.


Date: 2005-09-22 10:34 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] puckishly.livejournal.com
Puck smiles back.

Then he takes Havelock's hand in his own and gives it a light squeeze.

Date: 2005-09-22 10:56 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] puckishly.livejournal.com
He does lean against him now, head on Havelock's shoulder, and brushes his thumb over the back of his hand. He looks pensive still.

Date: 2005-09-22 11:17 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] puckishly.livejournal.com
And you see, he doesn't want there to be a reason for it-- that fear. He doesn't want anyone to take care of him. But it's so good right here, warm body against his side and warm arm around him, that he can't find the voice to protest. With Havelock, he never can.

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