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Corian sleeps, by the way. She's curled on her side in a compact little ball, apparently quite asleep, her breathing slow and even.
Tarrant isn't quite as asleep, although he isn't exactly awake either. He's dozing on and off, watching you in sleepy fondness as you sleep.
Corian, eventually, wakes. Her eyes open slowly, blinking a few times as she focuses. It takes a moment for her to realize that she's not alone in the bed, but then she smiles. "Mm. Good morning," she murmurs, not quite awake.
Tarrant offers a shyly sheepish smile in return, "It is indeed a wonderful
morning." He stretches, now that he can do so without fear of disturbing you.
"A glorious morning, yup."
Corian carefully uncurls from her sleeping position, with a stifled yawn and
another smile. "Did you sleep well?" She sits up enough that she can see the
wall clock, and blinks. "Goodness. Well, I suppose I should have anticipated
that."
Tarrant shifts to sit upright, ruffling a hand through his hair a moment. "I
slept amazingly well, how about you?" Glancing at his watch he nods, "Yeah,
you needed the sleep, and nobody's commed or anything. At least not that I
heard."
"I slept very well, yes," Corian replies, with a brief, warm smile. "I had some rather vivid dreams about treehouses and rain, quite pleasant."
Tarrant shifts to sit cross-legged facing you, "Treehouses and rain, a
wonderful combination certainly. Although I think if we were to check, we
would find today nicely sunny."
Corian finally extracts herself somewhat from the covers, absently smoothing
her hair. "I think the met predicted that, yes," she agrees. "It will be good
for your building." She pauses a beat, then says, "Not that I wish for you to
leave, of course, but when were you to meet Gardner? I thought you would be
already working, this late in the morning."
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Tarrant taps lightly at his watch, "Not for another hour or so. As it is Gardner's first day off in a while, he wished the opportunity to sleep in." Tarrant grins, "A situation I am hardly going to object to, considering it gave me the opportunity to do the same. I...had a pleasant night."
Corian's smile is rather shy, but pleased all the same, as well as a bit
relieved that you're not missing out on your building. "So did I," she says
quietly. "I was very glad to have you here. It was rather comforting, though
I must say I was a bit surprised, when I woke in the middle of the night, to
see you there."
Tarrant looks a bit sheepish, "I did not mean to be a source of startlement.
Although goodness knows, if I woke up with an assassin in -my- bed, I'd
probably be startled too."
Corian shakes her head at that, reaching for your hand. "Cha'trez, you mistake
me. I was surprised, yes, but it was a pleasant surprise. And I did not wake
with an assassin in my bed, but with a man there--friend and beloved. It was
a joy."
Tarrant is more than willing to hand over his hand, smiling in a decided fond
and rather silly fashion. "I am glad then to have brought you joy, any that I
can return from all that you have given me..."
Corian carefully sandwiches your hand between her smaller ones--hold the mayo!
Her answering smile is not quite so silly, but only with effort on her part.
"It is not a case of settling accounts," she says softly, her tone fond. "But
I am glad as well. To be here, to be with you..." Oh, yup, the silliness
breaks out in her smile, even as she shakes her head. "I really do need to
tell Hona," she murmurs, half to herself.
Tarrant shifts up his hand, hopefully bringing yours with it as he bows low
over your hand, kissing it softly. Straightening he simply smiles, "It is not
a settling of accounts, but simply a desire to make you as happy as you've
made me."
"You have," Corian replies, her smile lighting her face. And, of course, she
doesn't object to the hand-transport or the hand-kissing, instead looking
rather pleased by the courtly gesture. "Cha'trez, you really have. I have not
been more happy, ever, than when I am with you."
Tarrant cannot restrain another bright grin at that, simply at a loss for words
for a moment. Glib as Tarrant is, he does not often find himself in such
straits. Ever so slightly he shakes his head, "How I came to be so lucky, I
do not know."
Corian frees one of her hands to touch your cheek, but just for a moment. "It is luck, as you say, but for both of us," she replies. She regards you for a long moment, then drops her gaze. "Mm. Are you hungry, cha'trez? If you are going to be working on the treehouse today, you should eat."
Tarrant smiles at you in an almost wistful sadness, but he nods to the
question. "Hungry-ish, yes, and you're likely right. We probably will not
have time for such things after we've begun."
Corian slips out from the bed, then, and starts around the screen, footsteps
softened by her absence of shoes. "Well, I generally breakfast lightly, but I
should have that which would take the edge off your hunger, at least." From
the sounds, she heads into the kitchen area.
Tarrant climbs from the bed, although he pauses to shrug on his vest and slip
on boots before he follows after you, "Or I could drag you out to breakfast
if you'd rather. It seems unfair for me to always be nosing around for food
here..."
Corian pauses at that, absently considering the pear that she's holding. "Would
there be time for that?" she inquires, gray eyes shifting to you. "You are
meeting with Gardner in... half an hour, yes? And I should likely show my
face at work at about that same time."
"Ah...see I can always comm that I'll be late, work however might be more
difficult." Tarrant looks rather thoughtful. He's a little too unawake yet to
come up with any brilliant ideas.
Corian offers you the pear, reaching for another from a small basket of fruit. "We could get dinner out instead, if you prefer? We could invite Gardner, as well, if he likes; it has been quite some time since I've seen him."
Tarrant accepts the pear with a nod of thanks, grinning. He hmms, "Dinner would
be pleasant certainly. I can see if Gardner'd like to come, although as much
as he picks on me about sighing over you, I don't know if he'd managed a
whole meal with the two of us."
Corian chuckles quietly as she turns on water for tea. "The poor man, so
tormented. Perhaps I will just come to visit the two of you in the park,
then, and give him my greetings at that time."
Tarrant snags a bite of his pear, stifling a grin. "I am kidding of course, I'm sure he'd be pleased to see you. Although coming by the park would be altogether pleasant as well. As mentioned, it's a nice day."
Corian inclines her head, with a quick smile. "I will attempt to do so, then,
assuming that my work does not keep me too late. I find it rather unlikely
that it will, though." She gets some tea of the iced variety for you, then
rummages up some muffins.
Tarrant accepts the tea with a murmur of thanks. He's evil and escapes the
kitchen to sink onto the edge of the sofa with a soft relieved sigh. "It also
depends on how long it takes us this afternoon. Probably a bit of a while
though."
Corian nods as she takes up her own tea and follows, along with the muffins and
fruit. Settling next to you on the couch, she inquires, "Are you going to try
to finish it all today, then?"
Tarrant munches on his pear, lifting his shoulders in a shrug, "As much as we can. Gardner works behind a desk now, his schedule is no longer so flexible. We don't know when we'd get another day to build, so anything we don't do today I pretty much have to finish later myself. Stilll though, a good deal of this should be very simple. And there are lights there."
Corian slices up her own pear before eating it, apparently preferring that
method to that of biting directly from the fruit. "Ah, the trials of desk
jobs," she murmurs. "Does it suit him? He did not seem to me to be the type
that would enjoy that. And, yes, in this situation, it seems that the two of
you should do as much as you are able."
"Well, yes and no. I think he's adjusting. But he has a family now, and doesn't
want to be in a rather less than safe line of work," Tarrant explains, still
munching on his pear.
Corian's brows lift. "A family?" she inquires, with a smile. "How wonderful for him. I had not heard that." She nibbles at her own pear, though she gets rid of it in fairly short order, alternating with her tea.
Tarrant nods to the question, stretching a bit again. "He married a lady with two tiny kids. He seems to be quite happy with the situation."
Corian murmurs quietly, expression pleased, "Good for him. I think he would do
well with young children. You will give him my greetings, yes? Just on the
off chance that we are unable to meet."
Tarrant nods to that, finishing off his own pear. "I will. Goodness knows though, if you miss him this time, you may well see plenty of him if you get that job. The twins are about Xalin's age at least."
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Corian's smile brightens at the prospect of the job, and she starts to say something, but the chime interrupts her. "It is time for you to meet him, now, yes? I will certainly try to come see the building."
Tarrant clambers to his feet, quickly draining off his tea and taking the glass
to the kitchen. "It is. I'm sorry to dash out of here love, thank you for
everything."
Corian gets to her feet as well. "No need to apologize. I knew about the time, as well. Do enjoy yourself., and you are most welcome."
Tarrant bows sweepingly with a decided grin as he exits, "A pleasant day to
you."
Tarrant leaves the room.
Tarrant has left.