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Corian is, when you come into the room--you just came into the room, by the
way--very intent on something on the table. Oddly, she's got a dropcloth on
the table as well, and... paint? Yes, she's doing, of all things,
paint-by-numbers. Does this count as worse than you and the teddy bear? Said
bear is, of course, watching from the couch, where he won't get painted. He's
guarding a small parcel.
Tarrant wanders into the room, he just came into the room by the way, carrying a small carton. He can't help but grin, padding over to the table with only the slight limp that remains to him. "Evening love, having fun?"
Corian looks up with a blink, and then a decidedly sheepish smile. "Actually,
yes, I am. I finished my work for today early, and I thought I might give
myself a treat. I went down to see Greer and Tara the other evening, and
Greer had some of these on her walls. She had--or, rather, Tara had and Greer
relayed--a fascinating idea for staying between the lines." She holds up a
roll of tape. Yes, there's stuff as banal as tape in the future. "I have not
done something like this in quite some time. It really is enjoyable. But how
was your day?" she inquires, with a smile.
Tarrant slides down into the chair opposite you with a bemused grin for the
tape. "Aha, so you're bein' sneaky. That's always cheerful." He shrugs
lightly, a rather cheerful if indecisive answer. "I've had better, but I've
had worse. Flipping through new case files and helpin' assign them
whereonever."
Corian nods amiably. "Very sneaky," she agrees. "I rather wish I had come up
with this sneakiness. It would have saved me no end of frustration as a small
child. I never could quite manage to stay within the lines." She is, though,
being creative with the colors, not quite matching colors and nubmers as she
should. She does, though, pause to snag the parcel the bear is guarding and
offers it. "I finally managed to get this from our employers. It should be
very useful."
Tarrant regards the parcel with lifted brows as he accepts it and attempts to peek inside. "Useful's always good," he agrees amiably.
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
The parcel contains two little thingies not unlike security radios, obviously
for the same purpose. Corian actually sets aside the paintbrush and watches
you, offering, "The people on Alvand would not take well to hearing us speak
Standard, so those will allow me to translate what they are saying, and will
allow us to speak privately. Since they gave this to me finally, perhaps it
will be soon that we leave."
Tarrant just perks up altogether, despite the cold weather that these indicate
will ensue. "Oooh!" Yes, he's excited. "-Toys-! These are -neat-." He lifts
one, turning it in his hand and considering the little gizmo. "Everybody'll
think I'm mute, but it'll be fun."
Corian chuckles very quietly at your response, looking altogether pleased. That kind of perking-up is almost worth the cold weather that will ensue. "With the general mindset of thise people, cha'trez, it is somewhat preferable to have them think you mute. I am almost grateful for the cold weather in that it will allow me to hide my features somewhat when we are in public."
"Mute's fine with me, I'll be able to make snide comments to my heart's
content," This is said with a wink as Tarrant grins up at you from the toy.
"Besides, I like playing the quiet one. Makes me feel like we're in a bad
movie. Just call me Guido."
Corian lifts one delicate hand to hide her face, peeking at you between her fingers. "Oh, no," she murmurs. "What -have- I done? As long as you do not make these snide comments when it would be inopportune for me to laugh, that is all I ask." She does pause a beat at the mention of Guido, brows quirking a bit as she lowers that hand. "I did think that you would enjoy those, though," she says, indicating the radios. "And perhaps, if we do well, they will be so pleased that they will forget to have us return them." Right.
Tarrant is of course, not thinking of -that- Guido. Tapping lightly at the
radio once more he settles it back into the box with a bemused grin. "I will
attempt to avoid making evil comments at incorrect times, certainly. And
it'll be nice, should circumstance cause us to lose proximity and all, to
have communication."
Corian nods her agreement to that. "It would be convenient for all of us who
work in groups to have these, though I have been told that this is not
financially sound." She shakes her head fractionally. Money, feh, what a
silly thing to consider. "And we have them early enough that we can accustom
ourselves to how they work, which is convenient--well, unless we end up
leaving tomorrow morning."
Tarrant winces at the sheer thought of leaving tomorrow morning, barely
repressing an involuntary shudder at the thought of the cold. "I must confess
I am -not- looking forward to this. It seems markedly ill advised, neither of
us is prepared to function in low temperatures."
Corian caps all the little plastic paint things, and reaches over to take your
hand. "I have to say that I agree with you, cha'trez. Neither of us do well
in the cold weather, and my appearance is not quite the norm on that world,
so it seems as if we are perhaps not the best for this job--but, then, their
language is very difficult, and the Department is short on linguists. I
could," she adds, with a wry little smile, "Wish for less facility with
languages."
Tarrant interlaces his fingers through yours and nods in a somewhat mournful
fashion. "I could wish for it too. I hate to see you have to suffer and all
in the nasty weather. It seems -unkind- and all."
"And you will be suffering there as well, because of my abilities," Corian
replies, with a hint of a sigh. "I really would prefer that it be otherwise,
but I suppose we do not have much of a choice."
"Yeah, but see, I'm head over heels in love with -you-, so it's worse seeing
you miserable, and as tiny as you are..." Tarrant shrugs as well, nodding.
"Like as not it is the way, yes. And the quicker it's done the quicker we
return."
Corian shifts around to sit next to you, snagging the teddy bear as she does so. "Well, cha'trez, it is the same for me. It would be simpler if -neither- of us had to deal with the cold. At least we have appropriate clothing for the weather. Returning quickly, though--and finding somewhere warm to hide for a while--sounds like an absolutely wonderful idea."
Tarrant leans down to gently kiss your cheek, with a grin and a scritch for the
teddy bear. He likes teddy bears. He likes cute fuzzy things in general, even
if he did give his moose away. "A break after the fact would be a -good-
thing," he agrees with a grin.
"And if they argue with the necessity of that," Corian says tranquilly, "Well,
then, I will get angry with them, and scare them, and then they will let us
go." Perhaps that bear-scritching reminds her, as she says, "Greer had the
moose when I went to visit. She seems to be carrying him wherever she goes.
It really was an adorable sight."
"I like this idea, they're properly scared of you, see." And not Tarrant, the
one better suited to breaking people. Oh well, it's amusing at least. He
melts a bit at the mention of Greer, "I'm glad she was pleased. It's a
wonderful thing when a moose finds a proper home."
Corian observes, slipping an arm around you, "She really is an adorable child,"
she murmurs. "She's taken up linguistics--I went down to help her pick a
language, of all things. What a precocious child." Of course, Corian spoke
two languages at that point, but, hey, she also heard two languages being
spoken at home.
Tarrant seems quite pleased about the arm, and moves to slide in an arm of his own. "Goodness, she is indeed. Makes ya' half wonder, I swear. And she's a sweetling, true enough. That's the job of kids though, I think."
Corian muses aloud, "She reminds me of the daughter of one of my cousins--Anora has the same look to her, and some of the same mannerisms." She nods to your observations, then inquires, with a smile, "Wonder?"
Tarrant grins in a sheepish fashion, lifting his shoulder opposite you. "I honestly don't know. Why more folks don't have kids maybe?"
Corian nods her agreement to that, with a brief smile. "It seems like something that everyone would want--well, until one is over visiting the Sectassians when three children have a tempertantrum at once, and start off five others. -That-," she adds, with a shake of her head, "Was quite disturbing. I left as soon as I could, while still being polite about it."
Tarrant makes a face and shakes his head ever so slightly, "I don't think I
could handle that. Large families are well enough in concept, but in practice
I think I'm glad I wasn't born on Sectas."
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
"I am certainly glad you were not," Corian replies fervently. "For if you were,
and we were still married, I would very likely be sharing you with several
other women, and that is -not- an option I like." She squeezes you just a bit
more tightly. No, she didn't get good marks in 'shares husband well with
others,' no.
Tarrant makes another face, this one not unlike the one someone would make if
they'd just realized they'd stepped in something unpleasant. "I don't think
I'd care much for that either. There's novbody else in the universe as
wonderful as you, so there'd be no point."
Corian all but melts at that statement, with a very quiet aww, and hugs you a
little -more- tightly--poor ribs!--before she leans close and kisses you.
"That," she murmurs, "Is why I do not wish to share you, that you say such
beautiful things. Well, that and the fact that I feel exactly the same way
about you."
Tarrant's ribs don't seem to mind a lick that they're being hugged. Because, after all, they're part of Tarrant and he's entirely thrilled with being hugged. "Well there's no need for sharing, any which way you look at it. We belong to each other, even though the department may -think- it owns us."
Even when Corian snorts, it's a delicate, graceful sound. "The department has
quite a few ideas that are exactly wrong, and this is definitely one of them.
We could leave if we wanted to do so, after all." She quirks a wry grin.
"Though it would likely be difficult."
Tarrant echoes the wry grin, although his is also a fond one as he regards you.
Reaching out one finger he trails it over a lock of your hair. "They're
lunatics, but that just means we fit right in. Besides, would we ever really
be content bein' out of the loop?"
Corian considers that for a moment, then shakes her head. "Probably not," she
admits. "I regretted my decision to leave not long after I made it, and
waiting out that year to rejoin was difficult--though at least in part
because it meant that I could not be with you."
Tarrant's fond grin turns sympathetic as his fingers chase that strand of hair dislodged from its position by the headshake. Yes, he's fascinated with your hair. "There's just some folks that have to be part of somethin' or they're not satisfied. Have to be doing something to make the world better."
Corian smiles at the hair-adjusting gesture. "And we do," she replies, quietly certain of that. "We might do rather -odd- things to make the world better, but we help. And I like it that we do, even if I -really- would rather that we make the world better somewhere that is not quite so cold."
Tarrant can't help but chuckle at that, it's a low sound, but you're right
there so it's not like it's inaudible. "I've got to agree. I prefer to save
the universe after some good sleep and somewhere nice and warm and clement.
Sadly, the universe has a sense of humor and keeps deciding it needs saving
in the middle of the night, or in the snow."
Corian shakes her head very slowly as she snuggles a little closer to you, perhaps in sympathy for the anticipated cold, the teddy bear tucked against her as well. "Well, once we get back, perhaps we can take a small break from saving the world." That's right, put the tights and cape away for a while.
Uh-oh, see the teddy bear is -too- cute, especially with a snuggling Corian,
and Tarrant just -melts-. "A break, yeah..." His words are slightly confused.
Your cuteness is making him weak!
"To go somewhere warm," Corian supplies, catching that slight confusion. "The
vacation that we will need, especially," she adds, with a quiet sigh, "If
this will take as long as it sounds that it will."
Tarrant is tugged away from total meltdown by the mention of cold again, "True enough. We'll have to make sure to pack the fuzzy blanket."
Corian should know better than to mention the cold. "The fuzzy blanket, yes, certainly," she agrees, shifting her snuggling. "That will definitely be a necessary thing. That is a good blanket, very... fuzzy." Okay, yes, her player's starting to get more tired, so Corian must as well.
Tarrant smiles down at you in a bemused fashion, "Shall I scoop you into my arms and carry you away to tuck you in, love? You look wiped. And on the off chance they -do- haul us off firt thing in the morning..."
"I can get up," Corian protests, with a laugh. And she moves to do that, albeit slowly. "Going to bed is probably a good idea, though, as you say, a precaution. And it is not as if I particularly -mind- curling up with you."
Tarrant makes an attempt to scoop you up into his arms anyway, grinning in a
lunatic fashion. Adter all, he is a nut. "Curling up and being warm is
wonderful."
There's a likely-entertaining squeak of surprise as Corian is, yes, scooped,
but then she smiles and slips an arm around you. "Well, yes, this is more fun
than walking."
Tarrant looks rather pleased, he likes doing this. And now it's easy, as his knee functions correctly. Making his way over to the bed he sets you down with care, as if you were a fragile piece of glassware, or some rare flower. "Carrying you's fun, just because I can. You'll let me. It reminds me of all that time when I'd've never dared to -think- of doing such a thing."
Corian's smile is more of a beam. She sits up, but only to snag bed-worthy
clothing and switch over from what she has. "And now you can whenever you
like," she replies, expression fond. "I really am more glad than I can even
say that this worked out so well with us. My life... it would be infinitely
poorer without you in it."
Tarrant rummages for sleeping clothes of his own before clambering into bed as well, and waving off the lights as he attempts to snuggle in close to share warmth. "It is as if time acquired meaning only when you entered my life, and began only when you said you loved me," he murmurs softly in a quiwt voice.
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Corian sure does snuggle close. It's practice for when we go to the cold world. Really. And there's this bridge... Your words, though, elicit a dazzling smile, before she kisses you. "I would tell you I love you," she murmurs, "But that is not really enough to express how I feel about you. I do not know that there really is a word strong enough to encompass how I feel."
Does the bridge come with ginsu knives? "There's a point at which words just
can't say enough, and they aren't needed. I love you too, my star." Tarrant's
tone is almost muzzily sleepy however, apparently it was a long day, and now
that he's curled up and warm he's remembering that.
Corian swipes another kiss, then snuggles close, letting her eyes close. "Love you, too," she murmurs. "Chiat'a bei kruzon, cha'trez."
Tarrant is too tired to properly respond, but a pleased smile edges across his expression even as he drifts into sleep at the benediction and the endearment.