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Corian comes back in from her foray to the wilds of Downstairs, which took quite some time. She's carrying a fairly sizeable pile of audio recordings, and of datacrystals which are, perhaps, transcriptions of the same. "Really, wrangling with them to get them to give me the work as I am able to do it should -not- have been necessary," she murmurs as she closes the door behind her. She moves over to unload the pile onto the desk, then adds, with a smile, "But it should be interesting work, at least."
Tarrant has, at some point, changed clothes. Maybe he got a shower? He's
sprawled on the couch with Scruffy and a datapad. It would seem he drifted
off while reading it, but has reawoken just prior to your entrance. He offers
a sheepish smile by way of greeting, and sits up. "Oh my, talk about a mess
and a half, poor love. Mine has fewer parts at least." He gestures with the
datapad. "Good grief, are they trying to bury us?"
Corian finishes depositing the last of the work on the desk, and comes over to join you on the couch. Claiming a quick kiss, she says, "You look as if you have managed to get a bit of rest, at least. That is good. And they expect that to last me for a while," she adds, with a nod towards the desk. "But at least none of it is a language that I do not speak. That is a mercy."
Tarrant returns the kiss with care before shifting in a bit closer to you. His
tone is a bit embarrassed, "Yeah, I wasn't -supposed- to be sleeping, but,
well, I guess I did anyhow. I was supposed to be working, but I can make up
for it at some other point I suppose, it's not a rush job." He shakes his
head slightly, "I'll be glad when this stuff wears off." He glances to the
pile, "Anything I can help with, maybe?"
"If you were sleeping, cha'trez, then you needed to sleep," Corian replies, snuggling against you with a contented little sigh. "The work will be done when it is done." She shakes her head, then, at the query. "I can manage it. They prioritized the work for me, which is helpful. I just cannot believe that they were unwilling to give me the audio recordings. Apparently they thought that transcriptions--from people who do not speak the languages involved--can carry all the nuances." She shakes her head. Amateurs.
"Idiot pups," Tarrant agrees amiably, shifting to snuggle in return. He's very snuggly lately. If he could just bottle this part of it, the lack of self-conciousness with you, he'd be set. "But then we've noticed that tendency towards cluelessness from them in the past, eh?" One hand is brought up to toy absently with your hair, he's clearly more pleased to have you here than to have you downstairs. "And exactly, done when it's done."
Corian nods a firm agreement to that, apparently very pleased with this
snuggling thing. Of course, then she remembers what happened the last time
you got snuggly--no, wait, it was more than snuggly, but, hey, the thought
train is there. "Cha'trez?" she inquires slowly, apparently choosing her
words with care. "Are you happy with our... relationship?" See, she's
-trying- to imply more than the words actually say, but the slight emphasis
she gives that last word just isn't enough.
Tarrant's hand pauses on your hair, and he looks rather startled. He also has
that look on his face that you get when you have the horrible sensation that
something terrible is wrong, but you don't know what. Dang, one question and
he's terrified, talk about the cultural baggage of words. "Love, you're the
only star in my sky, I'm very much happy with our relationship. Being married
to you...it's...you're my whole world."
Corian blinks at the reaction to her words, and lifts a hand to touch your
cheek. "Tarrant, no, everything is fine. I was not implying that I wasn't
happy, I just... well, Clara and I had a talk this morning, and I was
wondering if maybe we should... be together more." Again, emphasis just
doesn't work.
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Tarrant's brows drop in some confusion, and he brings a hand to cover yours. He's game though, even if he's confused. "As much time as we spend together..." Day in and out? "But certainly, I'd hardly object to spending time with you, I'll try to make sure and be here more." He's confused, normally people together as much as these two are asking for space.
Corian takes a deep breath. "I am afraid that I am not asking the question properly, cha'trez. Do you think we should... -be- together more." Oh, yes. That helped. The blush that's starting might actually help, though, as does the somewhat quieter clarification. "As we were yesterday afternoon."
Tarrant is -terribly- confused, and is in fact giving you a look not unlike the
look someone might give someone when they're not sure who's insane in this
conversation. "If you, like yesterday..." Oh look, he gets a clue! See, you
can tell, he turns bright and cheerfully red. "-Oh-...-together-." He ducks
his head, obviously embarrassed as well. "I certainly wouldn't object, I uh,
enjoy, um, being together with you." Oh man, another perfectly innocent
phrase, just ruined. "But I don't mind if we don't, either, if you see what I
mean? I mean being together without being together is nice, but being
-together- is nice too."
Corian is, yes, painfully embarrassed even to be asking this. "I... well, I
enjoy both, of course," she says quietly. "Being together and... er, -being-
together. But... well, I was always told that it was different for men." Of
course, you also waited seventy-odd years, so you're hardly an example of a
usual man.
"Love, I waited over seventy years, to uh, be." Is Tarrant stuttering? Pretty
much, yes. He's -trying- not to be so embarrassed, but it's not working. "I'm
not a normal guy." See, he can point that out. "I can't say about other guys,
cause, well, I'm only me, and that's all I can speak for...but as much as I
enjoy, um, being and all, it's just wonderful to have you to love and be
loved in return. The rest is just icing on the cake." Kath would probably
have a field day...icing.
This sure explains why Hamlet was so moody, though. He wasn't getting any. 'To
be or not to be,' hah. He wasn't being with anybody. Corian, though, just
awws very quietly, and shifts close enough that she can give you a hug.
"Thank you, cha'trez. That is all I was wondering. We can just take things as
they come." Pun not intended.
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Tarrant returns the hug, interlacing his arms tightly around you, and relaxing
a bit from the worry induced by the initial question. He wouldn't notice the
pun thankfully, although his player just choked on a potato. "One day at a
time, the way we always have. Life's...well, a wonderful thing. It's best to
enjoy each of the days fully for what they are."
Corian murmurs a quiet endearment, then inquires, still snuggled close, "I am sorry if my questions distressed you, cha'trez. I was just trying to come up with a way to ask without... well, saying the words."
Tarrant brings a hand to your back, rubbing it gently in an attempt to be
consoling. Whether he's consoling you or himself is a whole different
question, "No, no, it's okay love. That's uh, kind of a tricky question to
ask. I was just startled is all." He chuckles sheepishly, "Things have been
kinda' chaotic lately, I guess I was worried."
Corian shakes her head, then lifts it so you can see her smile. "I love you," she says, almost fiercely. "That is not going to change, cha'trez, no matter how chaotic everything is. I do not wish to be anywhere but with you. We will just have to help each other through the chaos, that is all."
Tarrant cannot help but echo the smile. He likes it when you smile, he can't help it, he's a man very much in love. "Thank you my star, you're an amazing woman, and I'm terribly lucky to have ever met you, let alone mentioning the joy of being your husband." He leans in to steal a gentle kiss. "Well, we met in chaos, no surprise we've not changed our stripes."
Corian smiles at the kiss, one hand coming up briefly to cup your cheek. "At
least this chaos is more pleasant, or amusing, than the chaos when we met.
And we know that we love each other, now, which makes the chaos -far- more
bearable." She snuggles against you once more, then inquires, "Did you cause
any chaos while I was gone, speaking of the word? I am glad that you got some
sleep, at least. Sleeping cannot be too chaotic."
Tarrant's ears redden a bit, and he looks rather sheepish. "I, uh, don't really
-know-," he confesses sheepishly. "I remember working, and then I woke up in
different clothes, with the datapad. And I, sort of don't remember changing.
So I -hope- I've been behaving."
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Corian blinks at that, brows lifting in a hint of concern. "You are having more memory gaps? Cha'trez, I think we should definitely tell Clara about this tomorrow, if you do not object? That does not sound good."
Tarrant shakes his head in a simple negative, "No, I don't object. Telling
Clara's a good thing, if for no other reason than she'd beat me if I didn't."
He sounds rather sheepishly amused. "Though with the other holes, I've been
getting them back in bits and pieces at least."
"Perhaps you will know what happened eventually, then," Corian murmurs. "But I still think it would be best if we told Clara. She would not beat you, though," she adds, with a sudden smile. "I would not let her." She is Corian, hear her roar? Well, granite tabletops would certainly stop a beating.
"One more reason for me not to get her aggrieved," Tarrant replies with a grin.
"Cause you would stop her, and we want to keep Miz Clara unaware of how
beautifully sneaky and evil you really can be."
Corian, naturally, laughs quietly at that. "Well, yes, that is true, though
Clara at least knows that I am more than I seem. But, yes, it would be more
fun to seem less sneaky and evil to Clara. That way, I can at least -pretend-
to be sweet."
"You are sweet," Tarrant protests, grinning deviously as he reaches for an arm
and makes as if to chew on it. Thankfully he doesn't, he's not losing it yet.
"You're just evil too. You can be both, cause you're Corian, and you're
brilliant."
Corian makes a quiet eeking sound, clearly feigned. She does not, though, ask you not to... no, no, there are places I won't go, but you know what I mean anyway, so I don't have to say it, do I? "Sweet and evil," she murmurs, though a yawn starts to overtake her. "I suppose I can manage that, if it is part of being Corian. Brilliance, though, might be a bit beyond me."
"You are not merely brilliant, you are radiant," Tarrant murmurs, attempting to kiss your hand instead of gnawing on it. "But my lady-love, you also look tired. Should we curl up in bed and get some snoozing in?" No matter that he's been sleeping most of the day, he's game for more sleep.
Corian beams, though whether at the kiss or at the gesture isn't quite clear.
"Sleep might be a good idea," she admits. "Today... well, wrangling with the
people downstairs is not quite restful."
Tarrant slips up to his feet carefully, offering his hand to you. "Then let us
dash off to bed-land, where all is warm and nice. We can curl up and dream of
warm planets and happy stuffed animals."
Corian gets to her feet and takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as she
heads towards the bed. "That sounds like an absolutely wonderful dream," she
murmurs. "I certainly hope that we will dream it. And then tomorrow we can
see Clara, and I can get started on all that work."
Tarrant pauses to attempt to shed his boots, only to realize he's barefoot. Shrugging he tugs off his jacket and clambers into the bed with a soft sigh as he sinks into it. "Oh wow, it's nice to lie down." His words are decidedly emphatic. "Maybe I can catch up on my work too. It'll be a nice day. We can work, and I can cook, and it'll be a quiet day. Just being together."
"You are going to cook?" Curling up with you, Corian sounds all kinds of
pleased by that. "Really? That would be wonderful, cha'trez." Okay, Tarrant
having a 'Julia Child' episode? Or maybe Emerill, with lots of garlic? In any
event, Corian cuddles close, with a happy sigh. "Just being together, though,
sounds absolutely perfect."
Tarrant curls in close around you, stealing heat and offering his own in return. He sighs quietly, sounding pleased. "Oh yeah, I'll cook. So we can stay in, and you don't hafta' cook. It'll be nice, and relaxing."
Corian murmurs, around a yawn, "That sounds perfect, though cooking's good too. But staying in... nobody else, so nice. We can just hide, just a little..." There's a bit more of a murmur, then, boom, fast asleep is she.