Monthly Rogues Catchall: August Edition

[socialactivillain]

WHO: The Rogues + Others
WHERE: Heropa 20, and elsewhere
WHEN: The month of August
WHAT: Just rogues bein dudes. What's better than this?
WARNINGS: Puns.

(Open post for all roguenanigans.)

Comments

For Sara

[catchacold]

[Leonard isn't sure what to expect. Sara has given little indication about when in time she's from. Mostly he's been confused by her choosing to introduce herself to the network at large from a bathtub, but at least she seems to already be at a stage where they're comfortable with each other.

Whether she knows... He can't tell. So as he waits for her, he actually feels his nerves and when he opens the door it's before she can ring, just as he hears her steps.]

Sara.

[The door leads into a hallway, Leonard lives with roommates and their various pets. However, for the moment his focus is only on Sara.]

Been a while.

[canaria]

[She was multitasking with not a single fuck to give. As one does.

But now that she's here with her one bag of stuff, before she speaks in reply to him, she places it on the ground gently and just gives him A Look.]

What, no hug after that thing you did at home? [yes, he's not a hugging type, but look if any time is an exception, now is probably a good one.]

[catchacold]

[It's Sara. She could have been in the bath, reading, talking to the network and killing three assassins without looking up and he'd not be surprised. Slightly impressed and very entertained, both default modes around Sara.

But right now, anything default is far from his mind and he doesn't know what to say, which is a rarity for him. His mind is caught on after that thing you did, because that means she's been there. Means she's probably even been further.

He's not the hugging type and much less the one to start a hug, but given she'd initiated their kiss, he supposes he can't complain. Besides, there might be part of him that even wants to. It's her. It's circumstances. If any time is an exception...]

Needy.

[It's a dry comment to cover up all the emotions his face give away to someone who knows him like she does and to at least pretend to still be cool, but then he moves forward and pulls her into a hug. Properly, both arms around her, pulling her close and turning his head so his face is hidden in her hair.

He hasn't specified who's the needy one.]

[canaria]

[She clings to him, tighter than she needs to, but not tight enough to suffocate him or anything like that. Because let's be real, she probably knows how to kill someone that way. Partially to help convince herself that yes, he is in fact really here, in one piece, and fine. Partially because even though it hasn't been long since That Thing, she's missed him a hell of a lot already.

The quiet-ish laugh that comes from her is shaky, like it catches in her throat a couple of times. And when she speaks, it's with a voice that's failing to hold back some tears -- she's keeping some in.] Yeah, well. Good thing I can count on you to still be my friend despite my neediness. [He may not have specified, but she's willing to own it.]

[catchacold]

Always.

[No, he's no good with any of this touchy-feely stuff, not the emotional nor the actual physical part. But with Sara some things are easier at least. A little.

He pulls back just enough to look at her face and reaches up, brushing his knuckles along one cheek. There's just the hint of a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. Tears, for him? Some things he doesn't know how to deal with.]

I'm here, Sara.

[A lot more to those words than just the obvious and he leaves it at that for now.]

[canaria]

[She takes a bit of a deep breath to try to compose herself, steady herself, and she would have wiped her face off, but he beat her to it. Not that she's complaining.

She nods in acknowledgement of his statement. He is here.]

Honestly I probably shouldn't be surprised we'd wind up in the multiverse like this. [It's ... not that far off from traveling through time.

And now that's she's more composed than she had been-- ]

So. When do I get the grand tour?

[catchacold]

I can show you my room.

[Which is a really good line to get a girl to come make out with you.

When you're fourteen.

As it is he just rolls his eyes at the realisation of how he sounds, then finally shuts the door behind her.]

I've three roommates. One of them... He's Mick, but he's not. Wrong version. Not our Mick.

[Their Mick. He does wonder what their Mick would even make of being referred to as such.]