ostro_goth: (Brooding king)
Teja son of Tagila ([personal profile] ostro_goth) wrote2010-04-30 12:13 pm

OOM: Letting Urquhart go

The day before yesterday, Teja had found Urquhart lying on his cot, wild masses of blond hair covering back and shoulder, breathing quietly, but not answering to anything Teja said. Teja had left the coffee and gone.

Yesterday, Teja had found Urquhart still lying on his cot, hiding in his hair, with the coffee sitting untouched just inside the barrier in the place where things could be passed through. Teja had exchanged the cold coffee for nice fresh hot coffee, and left.

Today, Teja finds Urquhart still on his cot, unmoving, yesterday's coffee again cold and untouched. He takes away the cold coffee, then opens the barrier and walks inside with the hot coffee in his hands. He puts it down among the mess of books, finds a place to sit beside the cot, pushes his fingers deep into the wild blond hair, shoving it out of the way and taking hold, ungently, to lift up the man's head and force him to turn and face him. "So you are, indeed, still alive," he says, disdainfully.
scots_wolf: (Waiting)

[personal profile] scots_wolf 2010-05-01 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
Urquhart looks at her, wordless, and nods.
wheatencrown: (younger shifting woman)

[personal profile] wheatencrown 2010-05-01 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Demeter nods and leans up to kiss Teja's cheek as they leave. He is hers.
scots_wolf: (Flowing hair)

[personal profile] scots_wolf 2010-05-01 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
"He has a lover, you know," Urquhart says. "I saw them do it. No hope for you there."

With that parting shot to Demeter, he shoulder the sack at last, and walks out past them, thirsty for freedom and rain and daylight and a hot bath.
wheatencrown: (younger creator)

[personal profile] wheatencrown 2010-05-01 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
"I know he does, but there are ways upon ways of belonging to me."

Urquhart will have to aim better if he hopes to strike Demeter.
scots_wolf: (Little arrogant smile)

[personal profile] scots_wolf 2010-05-01 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Urquhart looks over his shoulder, smiles, shrugs, and is gone.