[That squeeze does more for him than he might be able to put into words and it has some of the tension he was holding ease. He does move closer and wraps his free arm around Caspar's waist to pull him closer.]
I did. Some others had told me....I don't wish to speak of it but I will take your company if you'd let me. Loog has been dealt with for now but I feel he will return eventually.
[What exactly does he mean by that? You might find out when you see the fireplace.]
[Use it when you have it is his theory on it. Dimitri gave him access to it and best believe he's going to take that offer. Even while he's working on adding more in once the meat browns as much as he wants. Next is just the beans, a bit of beef broth, and some kind of noodle he got from who knows where.]
War, huh? Shit still happens where I'm from, I'm just... not involved in it since that's a whole-ass military thing and I don't think I'm really a citizen anywhere anymore at this point. Mercenary work paid better anyway. [And then he just puts the lid on top of it and moves to lean against the counter Dimitri had been leaning against earlier.]
I ain't much one to be fighting with my actual body, but it might not hurt. [Oh, right, what he's making.] Uhhh, it's somethin' we call chili mac. Basically chili with noodles and cheese added into it. Simple shit, but it'll stick to your ribs.
[A mercenary, so he was right in thinking assassin wasn't the only think Hol did. Hrm, perhaps he could get him to join him one day. That's something for another time. Cheese was mentioned and Dimitri's eyes went a bit wide and almost as if they are sparkling.]
Chili mac? It sounds lovely. I do love cheese. I am not sure how good sticking to ribs are but I have never disliked a cheese dish.
[Nah, of course not, though assassinations were a huge chunk of his work. Might be why he's so flippant about damn near everything at this point. And, oh, that reaction is actually adorable.]
Oh, trust me, you're gonna love this. And sticking to your ribs basically means it's something that's hearty and fillin'. More of a slang term where I'm from. And this should be ready in about five minutes or so, I think. [If he's doing his calculations right, anyway.]
[He continues to stick close to the pot, probably partially in the way but he is a simple man of simple pleasures and really would like some cheese.]
It smells quite delightful. Perhaps you can add chef to your list of duties and can assist me with meal prep. I'm afraid the extent of my culinary knowledge is toast. This 'stove' is not something I've never had. I must say I am pleased to have learned how to boil water. [Speaking of boiling water there goes the kettle. He takes it off the stove and pours the hot water into their mugs and the loose tea, the sweet calming scent of chamomile invading his senses.]
[It's fine, he knows by smell at this point when to be concerned and is keeping a close watch on the time. Because of course this man has many watches to be working with by this point.]
Get yourself a proper grill and you got yourself a deal. A stove's great, but there ain't much that beats meat from the grill over proper charcoal. [If he knows what charcoal even is, good grief.] It ain't that hard, promise you, but I think I speak for most anyone when it comes to not burning anything, including yourself, by boilin' water.
[He's humming to himself for a moment before pushing himself off the counter and heading back over to the pot, opening it to inspect and just adding probably more than is advised by most amount of cheese and covering it again.] Givin' it some time to melt in there, it'll be better that way. [He'd rather have some tortilla chips and jalapenos to add to the top of this, but he's pretty certain they're not going to have that stock here. Oh well, he'll worry about that for next time.]
Question for the future: I know you said you can't taste things, but does that include, like, the heat from something spicy or just flavors?
Yeah, 'course. We don't have to talk about it. [As long as Dimitri knows about it, that's the main thing he was concerned with-- though, also:] Uh... can I say happy birthday?
Okay - thanks, it is pretty cold out here. [Yeah, he's not sure what to make of the thing about Loog being "dealt with", until-- oh. Yeah okay, now he gets it. He kinda feels bad for him, honestly, but... at least, like Dimitri said, he's likely not gone for good. Maybe when he's back he'll be put off from pulling stuff like this.] How long d'you think it'll be before he gets back?
[The smell of the chili mixed with the chamomile tea is a bit of a strange one but the food does smell very good. Dimitri adds a bit of honey to each mug and once the tea as steeped long enough he hands a mug over to Hol and than takes his own. Of course he can't taste it but the scent and warmth of the drink is enough to have him calming down a bit. Tea was indeed a good idea.]
Spice? I have had spice before. It leaves a tingling in my mouth and I enjoy the dulled heats of them. As for a grill...is that much like a fire to cook over or a hearth? I'm unfamiliar with grills. If you think I need one I shall ask for one with a stamp another time.
[Oh, right, the tea. He's gingerly taking the mug and yeah, it's... it's a little bit of a weird difference in smells. But right now he's not going to complain, mostly keeping his hands around the mug to keep them warm. No reason for it, but it's nice.]
Good, good. 'Cause I got a lot that's got a good heat behind it, so that should also probably help with the lack of flavor. [They're really doing this, aren't they? How weird. But he... can't say he's going to complain about it.]
Somethin' like that. But further off the ground and easier to move as needed. [Forgive the pause, he's just looking at the ceiling for a moment.] Shit, if you gotta use the stamp system for it, I could help with that since it's my stupid idea to begin with.
[He goes to take a sip of his tea and it's at that moment as he is actively drinking a liquid that Hol suggests what he does. From an outsider looking it the scene would be comedic. For Dimitri it's a bit humiliating as he spits his tea out and starts chocking on the rest he didn't spit out. He has to put his mug down and get a cloth to dry himself off, still coughing.]
[Maaaaybe he didn't want him spitting out hot tea, oops. Keep your cool, Hol, it's totally fine.]
Again, part of my own dumb-ass idea. [He pauses for a brief moment before glancing over to him, arms crossed over his chest, he's trying to look calm.] 'Sides, can't say I'd be against the idea.
[Not only is his own blue shirt stained with tea and he's trying to pat it off with a towel, lifting it a bit and exposing his torso in the process. His face is also extremely red right now, many images passing in his mind at Hol's suggestion.]
I..well... [He's so flustered he can't even look Hol in the face.] You don't mean to make a fool of me...do you?
[Unfair. He's huffing softly and just moving to find another towel to help with this cleaning him off process, since he mostly caused it.]
Why would I make a fool of you? [He doesn't entirely understand how that would be a thing in the first place, but if he doesn't want to look him in the face then he'll let him have that.] You're an interestin' and attractive man, I promise you it ain't for some nefarious purpose.
[Well now hol is touching him too and yeah it's with a towel and not skin on skin but he's really close and just suggested sex. It's not like Hol would be his first, far from it but he already saw everything thanks to Loog and Dimitri isn't sure how he feels about it.]
I am unsure Hol....the video...the images...why would you still want me after them?
[Hey, he's just trying to help since this is partially his fault. Or mostly. It's fine, don't question it.]
Eh? Now, if there's one thing I've learned in my years, it's that video and images don't do a damn thing justice compared to the real thing. But I will admit that both things certainly made me more curious and interested than I already was.
Mhmm. Even during that whole... incident. [Before he got yelled at, he means. Which is fair enough.
Oh, he really wants to ask that? He's actually laughing and backing up a bit to lean against the counter next to him instead, better to not corner this man right now, he thinks.]
Now that is a damn good question, isn't it? [He's biting back a grin as he shifts to watch him, this is ridiculous.] Depends on what you're into, don't it? I'm a fairly simple man and can roll with just 'bout anything. Whether you're the type to want to be bent over or the type to bend me over.
[Oh. Hol liked him since they first met than. That maybe changes things a little. He didn't know he had made that much of an impression on the other rather than one that might have scared him off. At least he thought a normal person would have avoided Dimitri after that incident.]
I don't have a preference...though I do find myself on the giving end more often than naught.
[His voice is rather soft as he speaks, still avoiding eye contact with Hol but his body is a little less tense now that Hol isn't practically cornering him to the counter.]
[He has never and never will consider himself a normal person. Ever the idiot to run into situations that are dangerous to most people and running when there's really no reason to.]
Admittedly, I'm pretty damn curious as to just how much of that strength of yours you got goin' on. But it's up to you, like I said, I've done both and it ain't a bother to me. But if you can't even look me in the eyes, maybe you'd rather shove my face somewhere. Or shut me the fuck up, but that's just a guess. [He might be fucking with him a little bit just to see how far he can push until he gets a different reaction out of him. All in good fun... mostly.]
Sure wouldn't be the first time I've dealt with a cock like yours, if those pictures really do tell the truth.
[In all the kerfuffle of this day he had forgotten about his own Birthday, not that he would have really remembered it anyway.] Oh....you don't need to wish me a happy birthday Caspar. It is not something I ever really celebrate.
[A frown took his features as he started to move back into the house, purposefully ignoring the fact that Loog is in the fireplace. He goes over to a bunch of greenery by his table and leans on it a little]
However long he takes will not be long enough in my opinion.
Well... would you want to? [Just. You know! If he wanted to do something!!]
Huh. [Caspar hesitates, considering leaving it at that. Maybe he should. He probably should, he thinks - but he's never been much good at keeping the full truth to himself, not when the words keep clawing at the back of his mind like they are now, trying to force their way out.]
...I tried to send you a message, before I came here. It couldn't go through. I thought that you might've been... been gone.
Would I want to celebrate? Not particularly. I did plan to decorate for the upcoming other festivities. I don't know what it is like in your home be in Faerghus we tend to get a little over the top and carried away. [That explains the piles of pine tree branches he has ready to be set around the house.]
Caspar... [Oh. He didn't think of how scary it might be for some to not be able to reach him. He assumed the message would still go through but it seems like it won't. Fuck, Caspar must have been very worried. With the situation with Linhardt still a few weeks fresh, he can imagine how Caspar is feeling. He still is upset over Yuri himself and that was longer ago.]
Caspar my sweet friend, I did not mean to upset you.
[He leaves the table to go over to him, letting his hand run through that pretty powdery blue hair.] As much as I miss my home and those there I can not leave this place, not yet. I have too many important people here. [A pause.] You're here, it's the only place I can see you again.
Huh... if you're sure, then. Anyway, we never did very much for holidays this time of year - though, I dunno if that was more an Adrestian thing or just a Bergliez thing.
[Caspar leans into Dimitri's touch a bit, reaching up in turn to set his hands on his shoulders. He really wants to pull him closer, but-- friend. Right. That's... about where things are, he guesses. Granted, he's done, uh... some pretty intimate things with "friends" here, but he still isn't sure if Dimitri really wants that.
...Whatever Loog might have said. Which he is really trying not to think about right now.]
I dunno if it's up to you. [...Fuck it. He reaches up with one hand to slide his fingers into Dimitri's hair. He knows Dimitri doesn't mind when he does this, at least.] But I do know you'll stay, if you get any say in it.
[It might be the first time in his life that Dimitri has met someone as blunt as he is, if not even more and being on the receiving end of that is a little flustering. He does look at Hol and instantly regrets how easy it is for the man to look handsome and so easily talk about ' dealing with a cock like his' ]
Perhaps keeping you quiet might help....
[He says the words mostly to himself but he does wrap an arm around Hol's waist and gives him a little squeeze. Oh yeah he can pick him up easily if he wanted.]
If it's up to me I won't leave you. I wouldn't leave any of you.
[That gentle touch, the way caspar looks at him so uncertain is too much for him. Today has been awful, the range of emotions he's felt has been a roller coaster and now Caspar is the one hurting more thanks to his actions. Dimitri won't stand for it anymore. He's hurt Caspar too many times.]
You've found a place in my heart despite how I've treated you....despite everything. I'm sorry I scared you again. I'm sorry I've reminded you of past experiences [He leans forward his head pressed against Caspar's a desperation in his eyes to make things right between them. It's been months and still they are a disaster between them.] Please let me make it up to you. It's the one thing I will ask of you for my birthday.
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