[log] time is never wasted when you've lived and learned

[apostatised]

Between the things that keep Martel and Candice respectively quite busy, sometimes it takes him a while to corner her to talk (he can corner her really quickly for...other things), to appraise her of what he's been acquiring and generally to do something other than make a nuisance of himself.

Candice is quite possibly the most patient woman in the multiverse, sometimes. Martel likes to give the impression, occasionally, that he lacks any patience whatsoever; this is not true, like many things he likes to give the impression of from time to time.

"There you are."

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[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"I think I've mastered the buttons," he offers, gallantly.

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"Iii don't know about that." Don't goad him, Candice.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

Don't goad him, Candice, because he might find it entertaining to 'accidentally' break aforementioned buttons. Since he hasn't got the hang of them. After all.

...sigh.

"Here, let me show you-"

None of this is going to help her stop blushing.

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

She bats at his hands, ineffectually-

"Weren't we having a conversation? Wouldn't you rather focus on that rather than getting me naked in the middle of the day?"

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

Martel tugs his fingers through her belt loops, amused. "I can be interested in getting under your clothes at any hour, but if you'd rather discuss-"

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

Candice digs her nails into his shoulder.

"Sure," she says, sweetly.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"What sort of brat have I brought home with me." The sort he loves past bounds of reason. It would be grand if that was more figurative than it is.

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm a brat, am I? I don't know, I think I'm pretty good to you--" Kissing along his jaw and throat will surely demonstrate that. It's interesting, maybe, how often they 'go for the throat' on each other- on one hand, it's a little weird, but on the other, sort of makes sense.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"That - hello, yes - that hardly precludes being a - brat, or some form of nuisance-"

Martel's always thought it makes perfect sense.

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"Well, if you'd like me to stop being such a nuisance--" She leans back away from him, as though she's going to tip herself out of his lap.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"An observation, my love, not a complaint-"

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"Well, then. What would you like? Apparently you aren't being clear enough."

Stop. Trolling each other. It's like they have to do this every time before they can have anything resembling a lengthy conversation.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"To drive you absolutely, exquisitely mad." He kisses her shoulder, rests his face there briefly, and straightens. "We've still got to go looking at those properties- did you want to wait until after this next job of yours?"

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"You're not even halfway there, although I don't know if you mean in the conventional sense." GOSH, HOW COULD HE MEAN. "No, let's go before. By the time I get back we should have something confirmed and we can go from there."

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

Martel smiles blandly at her, and then tilts his head back contemplatively. "All right. I'll sort the situation with Master Doul as best I can for the month, we can make the appointments for - mmm, not this week, the following?"

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"I think I can put it off that long, yes." She kisses him, then, briefly. "Just remember to miss me when I'm gone."

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"I'm in no danger of forgetting." Really. ...really.

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"I suspected as much." More biting, Candice? Must we? Recall that before they met she was never really acquainted with such a practice.

Of course, terrifyingly, Martel is basically her first in a lot of ways. That's a little fucked up, you guys.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

And yet, incredibly convenient. ...in ways that are a little fucked up, hello there. "You know me very well already."

Especially his fondness for teeth.

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"I should certainly hope so." Teeth + neck + nails up his shirt. Candice has a plan here, you see.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"One of these days we'll have ourselves a wedding. And somewhere in Elenia Sarathi will have himself a heart attack." Martel seems cheered by this notion. ...or it could be her nails, perhaps, and the fact he's renewing investigation in her buttons.

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"Sarathi...?" She kisses the corner of his mouth after she says it.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

He tugs on her lip with his teeth, briefly. "It's another name for the Archprelate. Sarathi was the first."

That said, he made it sound personal.

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"Mm. I see. You sound well-acquainted." Sometime- soon- she's going to ask about that, Martel. For today, though, she gives a very and unfairly intentional twist in his lap and then-

-slides right out of it.

"I'm going to bed," she calls, "we should talk more, later- I have a few things for us to go over. Not pressing."

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

What, Candice. "...goddamned woman," he mutters, under his breath, following her with the vague sensation of having his leash yanked.

"Later, yes, I'll be happy to discuss anything you like."

Oh, well, that was terrifyingly open-ended, Martel, but perhaps his general response to feeling as though he's being led around by the nose will make up for it.

...guys.