selvin-9 system mingle

[rebuildyourruins]

Who: everyone
Broadcast: no
Action: Selvin-9
When: throughout December until mid-January

[It's fluff-planet time, fleeters, and there's plenty to do. Snow time like the present!]

* System info

Comments

[noprophecies]

Mmm? No, nothing important. [she's absolutely lying] It's just a short explanation as to why I chose what I did.

[redatheart]

[Tempest, he's practically a human lie detector. Please.

That being said, he doesn't call her out on that....directly.]

Still, it would be nice to know what that explanation is. Are you on the Goldstone?

[Sayid has the inkling that it might be nice to have this conversation in person. Besides, it'd be nice to see her. As if he hasn't probably seen her very recently....]

[noprophecies]

I wrote it as simply as I could, can you not translate it yourself?

[is she being a brat on purpose? Probably]

Yes, I am in my room for now. Are you coming to visit?

[redatheart]

If you're not busy, of course.

[But he nods an affirmative.]

I'm afraid my translation skills still don't appear to be up to the task.

[noprophecies]

If you think that sitting on my bed lazing about is busy, then yes, I am quite busy.

[she raises an eyebrow] Goodness, then perhaps we will have to have another lesson.

[redatheart]

As long as you don't mind. I imagine what little I do know is getting rusty while we're here.

[He only speaks a little, so it's not like it's hard for what he's learned to be unlearned.]

I'll be over soon then.

[noprophecies]

That is what you get for not practicing, love.

I will see you then.

and back to action!!

[redatheart]

[Sayid makes his way over to the Goldstone in short order, taking both the picture frame and the note with him.

...And the photograph.

He knocks on Tempest's door.]

[noprophecies]

[of course she knows who it is, but is she going to get up and get the door?

Nah]

It's open! [...] Mind your feet, the little ones are running around.

[redatheart]

[He doesn't really mind.

Sayid opens the door just enough that he can reasonably slip through, making sure not to let out any mischievous critters.]

Hello.

[Coming over to the bed to grab a kiss.]

[noprophecies]

[she smiles and kisses back, reaching for his hand to tug on, so he'll join her on the bed]

Hello.

[redatheart]

[Well, that's not hard to convince him to do. His other hand holds the picture frame and the note. After a moment, he opens the latter in his lap.

...But before he says anything else, he leans over to kiss her again.]

It occurs to me that I didn't say thank you yet. For the gift.

[noprophecies]

[she blinks in surprise, but welcomes the second kiss wholeheartedly]

I thought it went unsaid? And that is was not necessary.

[redatheart]

Perhaps. But I felt it worth saying.

[After a moment, he hands the note over to her, with a faint smile belied by some seriousness.]

If you wouldn't mind that translation...

[noprophecies]

[she takes the note and looks it over, as if she doesn't know what it says already]

Hmm? What translation?

[redatheart]

Tempest.

[It's more gently chiding that really exasperated but really.]

[noprophecies]

[you want her to read the feelings she already had a hard time putting into words out loud? Sayid, please]

I told you, it's just my reasoning for choosing it. That's all.

[that's all]

[redatheart]

[Oh. Hm. He's sharp enough to tell that this isn't a case of her being a brat, it's an actual disinclination to discuss the subject. That shifts his demeanor, the way he looks at her. There's both a concern and a curiosity there.]

You wrote them down for a reason.

[Meaning: if it was important enough to write down, then it's not just "that's all". His voice is softer.]

[noprophecies]

[it's easy enough to let her attention "drift" to the animals scurrying around the floor]

Well yes, obviously.

[redatheart]

I'd like to know what it says.

[Sayid doesn't attempt to redirect her attention back to him, lets her distance herself like that if she needs to. His voice is gentle. But he's not letting her off the hook yet.]