[ this place isn't getting any easier to handle, but it beats the last planet they'd ended up on; as much as he doesn't necessarily mind the wilderness, snowy days out there could be quite hell, especially when he's got other people to deal with, either because they'd probably die of frost bite without him or because they just have a way of being so goddamn persistent in being around.
at least here, he has some privacy in the stable he takes care of, no company necessary save for a few horses, along with the privilege of a pub further along the road. avoiding the parties, he could at least ease up with a drink or two there in his down time, sneaking on back to work on his own schedule, mostly because no one cares about him enough to be so attentive.
the rain isn't much of a bother but eventually it picks up while he's on a track back to the stables, pelting down enough to even sting his eyes that he can't maintain enough focus to see his route. it steers him into the closest bit of shelter, something solid enough for him to wipe away from the water from his view, and maybe wait it out a bit before he continues his way back.
it's not like he has much to do that's important here anyway.
when he hears the heavy footsteps of someone following in behind him, he's already got a quiet swear muttered out of his mouth, hidden by the sounds of heavy rainfall, but he stills when he realizes which dress-drenched woman ended up here with him β and he almost swears again.
because it's not unusual by now to find her as often as he does, to see her and feel the prickling of annoyance that always steers somewhere else entirely that he doesn't want to be. for all that he wants to keep away, his eyes never seem to follow suit, catching the glance she sends his way and watching it with a heavy sigh of his breath, sight catching her soaked hair falling over wet shoulders and clinging tight to the skin.
he should step away, of course, but he's got nowhere to go, nowhere to run. except even that excuse doesn't work when he hasn't taken advantage of his escape routes before.
with a thoughtful brush of his tongue against his lips, he takes a step closer to her, boots quiet on the wooden boards, before he's close enough to caress the back of his hand against her cheek, using that motion to tuck back the wet strands tangled there. ]
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at least here, he has some privacy in the stable he takes care of, no company necessary save for a few horses, along with the privilege of a pub further along the road. avoiding the parties, he could at least ease up with a drink or two there in his down time, sneaking on back to work on his own schedule, mostly because no one cares about him enough to be so attentive.
the rain isn't much of a bother but eventually it picks up while he's on a track back to the stables, pelting down enough to even sting his eyes that he can't maintain enough focus to see his route. it steers him into the closest bit of shelter, something solid enough for him to wipe away from the water from his view, and maybe wait it out a bit before he continues his way back.
it's not like he has much to do that's important here anyway.
when he hears the heavy footsteps of someone following in behind him, he's already got a quiet swear muttered out of his mouth, hidden by the sounds of heavy rainfall, but he stills when he realizes which dress-drenched woman ended up here with him β and he almost swears again.
because it's not unusual by now to find her as often as he does, to see her and feel the prickling of annoyance that always steers somewhere else entirely that he doesn't want to be. for all that he wants to keep away, his eyes never seem to follow suit, catching the glance she sends his way and watching it with a heavy sigh of his breath, sight catching her soaked hair falling over wet shoulders and clinging tight to the skin.
he should step away, of course, but he's got nowhere to go, nowhere to run. except even that excuse doesn't work when he hasn't taken advantage of his escape routes before.
with a thoughtful brush of his tongue against his lips, he takes a step closer to her, boots quiet on the wooden boards, before he's close enough to caress the back of his hand against her cheek, using that motion to tuck back the wet strands tangled there. ]