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driftfleet2016-05-09 11:23 am
stefanged) wrote in driftfleet2016-05-09 11:23 am
04 | action & video
Who: Stefan Salvatore-Alesci and you!!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Paisley
When: Backdated to May 6th
[action; closed to crew & close CR]
[Around mid-afternoon, Stefan stirs from his slumber, entangling himself in blankets before he slowly pulls himself up and glances around. This isn't home. No big wooden panels or creaking wooden floors, and more importantly, no stench of bourbon in the hallway. His face falls as he listens to the steady heartbeats of his crew. His amazing, awesome, but still Damon-free crew.
Resigning himself to the inevitable, he murmurs,] So I'm still here.
[Pulling those covers closer, he allows himself those few seconds of grief before rubbing his temples and managing the thinnest of smiles. No sense in worrying everyone else right off the bat.
Stefan'll also be in the kitchen later with his usual mug of tea and- and wait. Did his stash of chocolate chips shrink while he was gone?? Stefan might be peering at his baking supplies like he's trying to puzzle out a mystery. Or maybe he's on the verge of falling asleep again. Hard to tell.]
[video;]
[Sometime after the initial confusion wears off, Stefan puts the video feed on and manages a weak wave at the camera. The Paisley's lab can clearly be seen in the background, along with a stack of (dusty, untouched) files behind him. Despite sleeping for at least five weeks, he looks (and feels) as exhausted as ever.]
Hey. Sorry if I've worried anyone for being out this long, but uh, I should be back to my usual stuff soon. So if you've missed my interfaith talks for some strange reason, they'll pick back up next week. [...] Jumu'ah too, if we've gained any other Muslims since I was last around.
Speaking of "last around," I know more than a few of us have experienced hypersleep. If you're willing to talk about it, I have a few questions for you. Nothing big, I promise, and the informed consent forms are right here. [He hasn't uploaded them to the network yet, so he'll hold one up to the camera.]
If this seems like your kind of thing, drop by the Paisley. I should be around for a while. [A small, nervous smile, one that actually reaches his eyes.] Oh, and uh - I'm Stefan Salvatore. It's good to be back.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Paisley
When: Backdated to May 6th
[action; closed to crew & close CR]
[Around mid-afternoon, Stefan stirs from his slumber, entangling himself in blankets before he slowly pulls himself up and glances around. This isn't home. No big wooden panels or creaking wooden floors, and more importantly, no stench of bourbon in the hallway. His face falls as he listens to the steady heartbeats of his crew. His amazing, awesome, but still Damon-free crew.
Resigning himself to the inevitable, he murmurs,] So I'm still here.
[Pulling those covers closer, he allows himself those few seconds of grief before rubbing his temples and managing the thinnest of smiles. No sense in worrying everyone else right off the bat.
Stefan'll also be in the kitchen later with his usual mug of tea and- and wait. Did his stash of chocolate chips shrink while he was gone?? Stefan might be peering at his baking supplies like he's trying to puzzle out a mystery. Or maybe he's on the verge of falling asleep again. Hard to tell.]
[video;]
[Sometime after the initial confusion wears off, Stefan puts the video feed on and manages a weak wave at the camera. The Paisley's lab can clearly be seen in the background, along with a stack of (dusty, untouched) files behind him. Despite sleeping for at least five weeks, he looks (and feels) as exhausted as ever.]
Hey. Sorry if I've worried anyone for being out this long, but uh, I should be back to my usual stuff soon. So if you've missed my interfaith talks for some strange reason, they'll pick back up next week. [...] Jumu'ah too, if we've gained any other Muslims since I was last around.
Speaking of "last around," I know more than a few of us have experienced hypersleep. If you're willing to talk about it, I have a few questions for you. Nothing big, I promise, and the informed consent forms are right here. [He hasn't uploaded them to the network yet, so he'll hold one up to the camera.]
If this seems like your kind of thing, drop by the Paisley. I should be around for a while. [A small, nervous smile, one that actually reaches his eyes.] Oh, and uh - I'm Stefan Salvatore. It's good to be back.
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[He must be loopy, because he even hums a bar from some old, classic song - Frank Sinatra? It's not very good. A dying mongoose is probably better.]
Think you have room for one more dance?
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Neither of us dance. We'd spend the whole thing stepping on each other's feet.
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[He accepts her hand, but this time, he goes in for a gentle kiss on the lips. That's a good enough apology, right? Stefan even exaggerates it more than usual - though it's hard to tell what "usual" is, considering he doesn't kiss to begin with.]
aklsjdh i managed to delete my reply TWICE
Her grip on him tightens, but she can't bring herself to pull away and face her grief. Thinking of everything she's about to have lost, she lets herself kiss back for just a moment.]
hfgl; no worries!
He's not sure why it doesn't, because he should. He loves Alex. He loves everything about her, from her jokes to her smile to her zeal for life and yet - something inside him's telling him to stop. He ignores that, pulling in closer because he's desperate to recapture something precious.
So when he pulls back, it's with reluctance and furrowed brows.] Alex, I....
[He wishes he knew the right words. Deep breath,] I'm so sorry.
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... Is it him? [No, no, that isn't right.] Are you...
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I'm always gonna be both. I've said it before - it was only a matter of time. [How much longer Alesci will have full control, he doesn't know.]
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I'm just scared that- [No, no. Not scared. She can't be scared right now, he has enough of that.] ... I'm worried that what you want's gonna change, and I won't know what to do.
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Quietly, as he gathers up his strength,] You're not wrong to worry. I know I haven't controlled my instincts as well as I should've.
[What would Alesci want? Scratch that, what would he have wanted all those months ago?
He forces himself to pull back, just so he can try to catch her in the eye.]
You're already going above and beyond for me. I can't ask for anything more.
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You've been trying. It counts, Stef. And what about my instincts? I'm the one who just kissed you back, without even thinking. So don't put this all on yourself like that. I want your trust more than I want your body, but it doesn't mean I'm perfect.
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[He wants to ruffle her hair and say that everything's gonna be alright, because it has to be alright. Every couple should get a happy ending. That's how the story goes.]
Of course you'd want me. I know what I look like. [... That probably came out wrong, but details.] But if we're gonna get through this, I need to be wholly and fully honest with you.