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Your communit crackles to life and blares "*quietly* Corian? Am I interupting?"
in Tarrant's voice.
You say "Mm?" There's music in the background, Rachmaninoff if it would be
recognized. Corian adds another phrase or two, either incoherently or using a
bizarre language. Then she pauses. "Tarrant? Oh... of course not. Goodness,
is it really this late?" into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and says "Sorry, I didn't mean to pester." He chuckles softly, "Yeah, it's all but tomorrow." in Tarrant's voice.
You say "You are not pestering, cha'trez. In fact, you have saved me from
another late night, which I very much appreciate. One is bad enough; two in a
row would be that much worse. Is there something I can do for you, though?"
into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and says "I was just comming to see how you are.
Clara just came by to poke at my knee. In the next couple of days she intends
to re-assemble it and put it back together better than it was left." in
Tarrant's voice.
You say "So it will stop bothering you? That is good news indeed." She pauses.
"Cha'trez, do you know when in the next couple of days she intends to do
this?" into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and says "It is still to be decided. She has some plans involving going dress hunting that needs must be worked around. And yes, the theory is that it's to stop it bothering." in Tarrant's voice.
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
You say "Oh, dear--the dress-shopping. I had forgotten about that. I will have
to see just when that is to be, before I leave. It is wonderful that your
knee will stop hurting, though. I'm most glad that Clara will be able to
help." into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and announces "Leave? Headed out on some
adventure?" in Tarrant's voice.
You say "Yes, in a few days, I believe. It is to curry favor with the Jansites,
in the hope that they will give a nod to my additional employment. It should
be wonderfully fascinating." Gee. That couldn't possibly be irony, could it.
"I do so adore functions of state. But it will not be a very long trip, I
hope." into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and blares "Goodness, sounds festive indeed. Still, as long as this evil they wish is not overlong...and the potential reward of working with the children rather great..." in Tarrant's voice.
You say "It will be worth the annoyance, yes, if it gains me the ability to do
as I wish." She pauses then. "Are... that is, did you have more work to do
tonight?" into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and blares "Not really. Not much point in working further on this contract if I'm likely going to hand it off to someone else in favor of getting my knee fixed." in Tarrant's voice.
You say "Could I possibly steal you, then? I could come down there, if you like, or you are certainly welcome to come up here." into the communit.
Your communit crackles to life and says "I am more than thievable, and
whichever arrangement suits you best. Anything to get to see you." in
Tarrant's voice.
You say "Could you come up here, then?" There's another of those pauses, and
she sounds a bit embarrassed as she continues. "I am making assumptions,
which I shouldn't, but... well, my bed is larger than yours." into the
communit.
Your communit crackles to life and blares "That's an assumption I'd love to
take you up on. Nappage didn't occur." There's a quiet chuckle, "I'll be up
in a moment." in Tarrant's voice.
You say "I wish you could have slept, but it will be wonderful to see you."
into the communit.
Someone's knocking on the door. Maybe it's Tarrant. (If you like, you can
'reply <words>'.)
Corian calls, "Come in."
Tarrant enters from the Elevator Lounge.
Tarrant has arrived.
Corian is half-curled on the couch, clearing datacrystals and paperwork from it. Yes, there's been an explosion in the work factory, and this is the result. She tucks the last of the mess on the table, offering a warm smile. That music is still playing in the background, but quietly enough not to hinder conversation. "Hello, cha'trez," ehe murmurs.
Tarrant ambles in, although it's somewhat less of an amble, as he's hardly
limping at all, and hence doesn't need to alter his stride in an attempt to
cover it. He offers you a doffed hat bow of greeting and a bemused smile as
he moves to sit down, lo and behold without invitation, near you on the
couch. "Good evening love, or good morning rather. You look all kinds of
beat."
Corian rubs lightly at her eyes for a moment. "I am that, but I did not quite
realize it until I got out of the rhythm of the work." She does, however,
note the lack of invitation. She doesn't call attention to it, but does look
rather pleased, shifting a little closer to you. "After a good night's rest,
I will be just fine."
Tarrant shifts in closer in return, all but radiating relaxed contentness.
"Then best you'd be seeking it, I'd gather? A good night's rest I mean." He
shifts an arm around you, still tentative, but no longer as hesitant. "Warm
under the blankets and curled up and all."
"With you, yes?" Corian adds softly, her sudden smile erasing some of the marks
of weariness from her face. "That would assure me of a good night, I
believe." She really will have to learn not to make comments that can be
taken that way. Not if she's ever going to spend any time with Kathlyn. She
settles lightly against you after a moment, with a soft, happy sigh. Her eyes
remain open, though.
Tarrant nods to the question, grinning at you fondly. "If you'll let me,
considering the last time I slept over, I'd love to. With you around, I sleep
far better than I do without you." His arm tightens slightly in half a hug as
he gazes down at you with an almost awed look.
Corian inquires, still nestled lightly against you, "What happened the last time that I would not let you stay again?" She does, however, lift her head, then, a hint of concern in her expression. "Cha'trez, that is not why I did not contact you last night. It was much like tonight--there is much to be done, and I lost track of time. If I had realized the hour before it grew so late, I certainly would have commed." She sounds alert enough, but her words are flavored by hints of her Kashidian accent--and some oregano.
Tarrant looks perhaps a hint relieved by this assurance, and also a hint sheepish that he required reassuring. "Being overly familiar," he answers to the first question however. He nods, "Working late is certainly something I understand. I shall have to be daring enough to comm more often I suppose."
Corian murmurs softly, in an obvious quotation, "The loving are the daring." She nods, then, with a quick smile. "I would appreciate that, cha'trez, lest I work more than I would like. And... well, I do not believe you were overly familiar. I was surprised, yes, but it was rather like serendipity."
Tarrant slides with something almost like grace from the couch, offering you a
hand up. "I can certainly make quite a pest of myself if need be in an
attempt to rescue from thr trials of overworking." He pauses, looking rather
sheepish, "Then you did not mind?"
Corian takes your hand as she gets to her feet. "I did not mind," she replies,
her fond smile holding just the smallest trace of amusement. "I was
surprised, and perhaps a bit embarrassed, but I was just where I had wanted
to be."
Tarrant pads bedwards, he must be danged tired indeed to actually be attempting to haul you into the bed rather than this being the other way around. He does however look rather pleased at that last, even if it is mixed with chagrin, wistfulness, and a morass of other emotional states. At last letting go of your hand he moves to 'his' side of the bed, setting about removing his boots. "And obviously I was where I wanted to be, or my subconscious wouldn't have decided to engage in pratical joke moving methodry."
Corian slides off her shoes and eases herself under the covers, with a soft exhalation of pleasure. Yep, her bed has one of those feather mattress thingies. It's -very- comfortable. "That's right," she murmurs, already rather drowsy. "You did not do it on purpose." Her gray eyes linger on you as she curls on her side, though not as tightly as usual.
Tarrant sheds jacket, weaponry, hat, and boots before clambering into the bed
as well. He doesn't get far at first, simply revelling in being flat on
something -soft-, but he rapidly clues into the fact that there's a Corian in
this bed too, and he can get closer, and he'll be even more comfortable. He
shifts closer to you, and closer still, hesitant, but the desire to be near
you overiding even the fear of causing offense. "No," he replies, also drowsy
sounding, "I didn't. Wanted to, wanted to rather badly. But didn't want to
upset you."
Corian, after a pause in which she seems almost to hold her breath, moves that
final distance, curling up with you. "But you did not upset me," she murmurs.
"Cha'trez, van'chela, I am not so fragile as that, though I am grateful for
your concern."
Tarrant carefully curls up around you in return, shifting an arm over you and to your back, gently rubbing. "As long as you're not unhappy," he murmurs, unable to keep back the overiding tiredness. "Then everything's fine."
Corian echoes softly, "Everything's fine. Everything is all right." And she
wants you to sleep well tonight... oh, wait, no, wrong musical. "I am not
unhappy. I am very, dazzlingly, wonderfully happy." And, yes, she's pretty
tired too, as her relatively creative adjectives might show. "Good night, my
love," she murmurs. "Sound sleep, dream sweetly."
Tarrant's hand at your back slowly stills with a half murmured echo of, "Sound sleep..." Rather like falling off a log, Tarrant is quickly and deeply asleep, a half smile on his face as snoozes curled up with you.
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Corian is not much longer in falling asleep, but she does take a moment or two to watch you before diving headfirst into oblivion. She, too, seems decidedly content with the world in general and her situation in particular.