LOG: Haroun and Alison - Suncuddles
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xp_logsMonday early afternoon, after Scott's visit.
Curled up on the sofa, Alison closed her eyes, the sunlight streaming through warm and comforting against her skin. Scott had just left – or perhaps it had been longer ago and she hadn't noticed the time pass – and she was listening, she realized, for the sounds of someone's footsteps. Particular, heavier than most and cadenced in a very specific way, all of those small details speaking of Haroun to her.
For all that he'd gone to get food, she was not hungry at the moment, and instead wanted him to be back, simply so. And since for now the angry voice wasn't complaining at her too loudly about being needy or clingy, Alison was quite content to listen and anticipate and generally will Haroun returned and in the room now. A few seconds later, she opened her eyes and listened intently, eyeing the door hungrily.
Haroun worked his way into their suite of rooms with a truly staggering amount of food – and a potted plant, a purple orchid in full bloom. Soup, bread, sandwich stuff, a bowl of salad - all of was basic yet tasty. And all of it was things she liked. "Chow's here. And this was just delivered for you from Lorna," he said with a smile, watching her for a moment just bask in the sunshine. "How are you feeling?"
She frowned a bit at the question, unsure how to answer, and then settled for reaching out towards him. Her jaw was locked or so it felt like, a strange feeling of unreality floating through her which she had no doubt Haroun could banish in but a few moments. And though a brief hunger pang made itself viciously known at the sight of all that food, Alison had other priorities.
Haroun put the overloaded tray down and then let her guide him into the seat next to her. "Hey." he said, softly this time. "How's it going?" he asked her, while he triggered the mental command to bring up the heat somewhat. She loved that, and right now she needed every positive thing she could get to hang onto.
Warmth and solidity filled her world, right then and there. Taking a slow breath as she curled up near to right on top of him the second he sat down, Alison breathed in the smell of clean soap, underscored by the barely perceptible tang of what she'd come to associate with his power being triggered at low levels. And then let it out slowly in a long sigh, letting her eyes drift shut for a moment. "Weird." It was, in a sense, the most accurate description of all. "Have to go see Charles t'morrow. Have today to rest up, then he wants to see me every day for a while."
Haroun nodded. "You're allowed to feel weird. Hell, if you didn't feel weird I'd worry about you." he said, draping an arm over her shoulders. "Charles is wise. One of the wisest men I've ever known.
He's there to listen to you - don't be afraid to talk to him." he urged her, and with his free hand groped for the basket. "I don't know about you, but I'm kinda hungry. And I got hot and sour soup from the Chinese place. Had to go get it myself since they, err, kinda won't deliver here anymore." he said with a small grin.
She made a small, incoherent sound as his arm draped over her shoulders, thoughts stopping over the fact that he'd done so without hesitation or pause, despite the scars. And in the next moment her mind skittered away from that thought and she leaned against him further, nodding into his shoulder, realizing that time had indeed passed since he'd left and Scott had dropped by. The potted orchid was blinked at bemusedly a bit but roaring hunger decided that needed attention. Immediately. "Soup." She could almost taste it, the smell enticing and persistent now that she'd noticed it, and she dislodged enough of herself only enough to reach out for one of the bowls and a spoon.
"Soup. Right. You want the hot-and-sour soup or do you want the chicken noodle? I got both." he said with a smile. He had to steal back his other arm to be able to carry both containers, though - only to realize that she'd made her pick by the time he got all ready. "Well. Chicken noodle's fine by me." he said with a laugh. "Smells delicious."
"Mrf." She shot him a sudden guilty look, belated realization that she'd just nabbed the first bowl without thinking or asking percolating through at that. Still without a word she hunkered down against him, food carefully balanced, the feeling of cloth moving over ridged flesh drawing a faint sense of nausea from her, thought the hunger slammed right back into place the second she looked at the food once more. "Bread please?"
Haroun grinned and reached down for it. "Got a choice here too. Got the environmentally-conscious organically-grown - which, I still want to know, makes me wonder who makes bread with NO carbon in it? Idiots. - dark bread and I got some regular ol' bread for us plain folks." he said.
"Regular." It was the simplest and easiest of choices, which would get food to her quickly as well as a Haroun leaning back properly for her to not hide against. Nearly being halfway through the soup would have been embarrassing at any other time but for now, Alison simply didn't care.
Haroun launched the dark bread across the room with a very satisdied look. "Never liked that crap anyway. Here you go..." he said, handing her half the regular bread and keeping the other half for himself. He was just about to take his first few spoonfuls of soup when he noticed that she had ripped through half of hers already. "Might want to slow down, darlin'." he said. "Eat too fast, you'll get sick."
Alison stared as the bread tumbled to the floor and nearly choked on a bite of her own bread, giggling suddenly at the sight. "M'hungry," she replied, once she was done with the bite, though she listened and tried to pace herself, slowing down. The rest of the soup was dealt with at a slightly more sedate pace, the hunger someone blunted at that, though not yet gone. She didn't want to move though, only enough to set her bowl down and then resume leaning against Haroun, both sunlight and his power just warm enough to add to the feeling of safety, as opposed to becoming uncomfortably hot.
"I got that impression. Aren't I clever?" he said with a grin and a tickle. He ate his soup quickly but neatly, alternating it with bites of bread. "Hey, this is good. Remind me to thank whoever made the chicken-noodle." he said, putting his empty container down along with his spoon. He then threw his arm back across her shoulders and made himself available to her as a pillow if she was so inclined.
"Not Lorna," was Alison's immediate verdict, simply because all containers of food which Lorna had prepared tended to be tagged a certain way. "Thank you." Not sure for what or why she was thanking him but still feeling the need to do so, she rested her head down once he'd settled in, sighing a bit. "Hate being all with the not moving." It was... the tip of the iceberg, as her feelings went right now. "But like curling up with you. In the sun. S'good."
"The sun does feel good." he said, steeeeeetching in such a way that not only did he get to make what vertebrae he still had pop, but Alison got more of him exposed to her if she was so inclined. "Don't worry about it. You want to sit in the sunm, we'll sit in the sun. No big deal."
"Sit in the sun," she echoed, with a small smile. Yes, that was good. After a moment, she echoed his gesture in her own way – uncurling her legs to take up more couch space, taking advantage of his sprawl to somewhat drape herself against him. A few more tugs and adjustments and they were both neatly laid out on the couch, sun falling down upon them and all. "Scott came by earlier. Lorna'll probably drop by after she and Alex come back." Statements of facts, a preparation that there would be more people soon. "Nap?"
"I'm not tired, but if you want to take a nap feel free." he said with a tender smile. "You just take it easy for a while, OK? Take as much time as you need."
Curled up on the sofa, Alison closed her eyes, the sunlight streaming through warm and comforting against her skin. Scott had just left – or perhaps it had been longer ago and she hadn't noticed the time pass – and she was listening, she realized, for the sounds of someone's footsteps. Particular, heavier than most and cadenced in a very specific way, all of those small details speaking of Haroun to her.
For all that he'd gone to get food, she was not hungry at the moment, and instead wanted him to be back, simply so. And since for now the angry voice wasn't complaining at her too loudly about being needy or clingy, Alison was quite content to listen and anticipate and generally will Haroun returned and in the room now. A few seconds later, she opened her eyes and listened intently, eyeing the door hungrily.
Haroun worked his way into their suite of rooms with a truly staggering amount of food – and a potted plant, a purple orchid in full bloom. Soup, bread, sandwich stuff, a bowl of salad - all of was basic yet tasty. And all of it was things she liked. "Chow's here. And this was just delivered for you from Lorna," he said with a smile, watching her for a moment just bask in the sunshine. "How are you feeling?"
She frowned a bit at the question, unsure how to answer, and then settled for reaching out towards him. Her jaw was locked or so it felt like, a strange feeling of unreality floating through her which she had no doubt Haroun could banish in but a few moments. And though a brief hunger pang made itself viciously known at the sight of all that food, Alison had other priorities.
Haroun put the overloaded tray down and then let her guide him into the seat next to her. "Hey." he said, softly this time. "How's it going?" he asked her, while he triggered the mental command to bring up the heat somewhat. She loved that, and right now she needed every positive thing she could get to hang onto.
Warmth and solidity filled her world, right then and there. Taking a slow breath as she curled up near to right on top of him the second he sat down, Alison breathed in the smell of clean soap, underscored by the barely perceptible tang of what she'd come to associate with his power being triggered at low levels. And then let it out slowly in a long sigh, letting her eyes drift shut for a moment. "Weird." It was, in a sense, the most accurate description of all. "Have to go see Charles t'morrow. Have today to rest up, then he wants to see me every day for a while."
Haroun nodded. "You're allowed to feel weird. Hell, if you didn't feel weird I'd worry about you." he said, draping an arm over her shoulders. "Charles is wise. One of the wisest men I've ever known.
He's there to listen to you - don't be afraid to talk to him." he urged her, and with his free hand groped for the basket. "I don't know about you, but I'm kinda hungry. And I got hot and sour soup from the Chinese place. Had to go get it myself since they, err, kinda won't deliver here anymore." he said with a small grin.
She made a small, incoherent sound as his arm draped over her shoulders, thoughts stopping over the fact that he'd done so without hesitation or pause, despite the scars. And in the next moment her mind skittered away from that thought and she leaned against him further, nodding into his shoulder, realizing that time had indeed passed since he'd left and Scott had dropped by. The potted orchid was blinked at bemusedly a bit but roaring hunger decided that needed attention. Immediately. "Soup." She could almost taste it, the smell enticing and persistent now that she'd noticed it, and she dislodged enough of herself only enough to reach out for one of the bowls and a spoon.
"Soup. Right. You want the hot-and-sour soup or do you want the chicken noodle? I got both." he said with a smile. He had to steal back his other arm to be able to carry both containers, though - only to realize that she'd made her pick by the time he got all ready. "Well. Chicken noodle's fine by me." he said with a laugh. "Smells delicious."
"Mrf." She shot him a sudden guilty look, belated realization that she'd just nabbed the first bowl without thinking or asking percolating through at that. Still without a word she hunkered down against him, food carefully balanced, the feeling of cloth moving over ridged flesh drawing a faint sense of nausea from her, thought the hunger slammed right back into place the second she looked at the food once more. "Bread please?"
Haroun grinned and reached down for it. "Got a choice here too. Got the environmentally-conscious organically-grown - which, I still want to know, makes me wonder who makes bread with NO carbon in it? Idiots. - dark bread and I got some regular ol' bread for us plain folks." he said.
"Regular." It was the simplest and easiest of choices, which would get food to her quickly as well as a Haroun leaning back properly for her to not hide against. Nearly being halfway through the soup would have been embarrassing at any other time but for now, Alison simply didn't care.
Haroun launched the dark bread across the room with a very satisdied look. "Never liked that crap anyway. Here you go..." he said, handing her half the regular bread and keeping the other half for himself. He was just about to take his first few spoonfuls of soup when he noticed that she had ripped through half of hers already. "Might want to slow down, darlin'." he said. "Eat too fast, you'll get sick."
Alison stared as the bread tumbled to the floor and nearly choked on a bite of her own bread, giggling suddenly at the sight. "M'hungry," she replied, once she was done with the bite, though she listened and tried to pace herself, slowing down. The rest of the soup was dealt with at a slightly more sedate pace, the hunger someone blunted at that, though not yet gone. She didn't want to move though, only enough to set her bowl down and then resume leaning against Haroun, both sunlight and his power just warm enough to add to the feeling of safety, as opposed to becoming uncomfortably hot.
"I got that impression. Aren't I clever?" he said with a grin and a tickle. He ate his soup quickly but neatly, alternating it with bites of bread. "Hey, this is good. Remind me to thank whoever made the chicken-noodle." he said, putting his empty container down along with his spoon. He then threw his arm back across her shoulders and made himself available to her as a pillow if she was so inclined.
"Not Lorna," was Alison's immediate verdict, simply because all containers of food which Lorna had prepared tended to be tagged a certain way. "Thank you." Not sure for what or why she was thanking him but still feeling the need to do so, she rested her head down once he'd settled in, sighing a bit. "Hate being all with the not moving." It was... the tip of the iceberg, as her feelings went right now. "But like curling up with you. In the sun. S'good."
"The sun does feel good." he said, steeeeeetching in such a way that not only did he get to make what vertebrae he still had pop, but Alison got more of him exposed to her if she was so inclined. "Don't worry about it. You want to sit in the sunm, we'll sit in the sun. No big deal."
"Sit in the sun," she echoed, with a small smile. Yes, that was good. After a moment, she echoed his gesture in her own way – uncurling her legs to take up more couch space, taking advantage of his sprawl to somewhat drape herself against him. A few more tugs and adjustments and they were both neatly laid out on the couch, sun falling down upon them and all. "Scott came by earlier. Lorna'll probably drop by after she and Alex come back." Statements of facts, a preparation that there would be more people soon. "Nap?"
"I'm not tired, but if you want to take a nap feel free." he said with a tender smile. "You just take it easy for a while, OK? Take as much time as you need."
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Date: 2005-07-26 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-26 03:24 am (UTC)Btu we all know Alison is The Vain One and then some. ;)