[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]

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.

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

One assumes Candice paid for that move.

A lot.

After, she's curled up on her stomach.

"Sorry?" she offers, innocently.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

Martel rumbles something that might've been a response, running his hand down her side and leaving it on her back.

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

That's very communicative, Martel- no really, it is, she's kind of amused by it.

"Satisfied?" With his...whatever that was- evening the score? Is it really even if they both benefited? She's not going to bring that bit up.

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"Frequently." ...thank you, Martel. He'd have an answer, if she did, but it might not be one he'd actually articulate - best to leave it, then. "Mmn."

He's apparently quite comfortable in his quiet, but he stirs after a moment or two, "Did I tell you I received a letter?"

[newmythology.livejournal.com]

"No," she says, curious, rolling to tuck herself against his chest, "from whom?"

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"Master Snape, as it happens." Martel's pleased about this, veiled as he makes it. "He'll be back to finish the work in due time."