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maskormenacelogs2018-01-04 06:50 am
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WHO: Maxwell and OTA to Nonah #005
WHERE: Nonah #005
WHEN: Nowish? Early January.
WHAT: Max has been living on his neighbors' couch and wants to pay them back.
WARNINGS: N/A
Poe had told Maxwell that he could stay as long as he wished, even before offering him a room in the new base that was to come, and Maxwell had been... taking advantage of that. Yes, he had still been recovering, at first, but then it was more simply that he enjoyed himself. Enjoyed the company. Being a part of something like a community again.
Not being alone anymore.
But he did recognize that they might actually want their couch back, and while he imagined Poe, at least, wouldn't have batted an eye if he'd merely moved into one of the vacant rooms for the duration, there were still some things Maxwell needed to attend to first. Both back at his place, and here.
He wanted to thank them: Poe and Finn and Beth, for their hospitality and kindness.
So one morning, after Poe and Finn had returned from their trip, he was up early. He cleaned up after himself and returned the living room to the state he'd found it in those weeks ago, with the addition of a cheery bunch of flowers on the coffee-table. In the kitchen he emptied the sink of remaining dishes, his hands deep in soapy warm water as he washed, a towel over his shoulder and a gentle melody on his lips.
"Once we ran through the fields with great strides... we held the Fade, and the demon's flight...."
Then, there was breakfast. He wasn't the most domestically inclined, but he'd picked up a few things from all that camp living and now again, living alone here. Enough to manage eggs and bacon with some warm toast.
As the scent of it drifted into the house, he continued to hum and murmur to himself.
"Once we raised up our chalice in victory... Once we sat in the light of our dreams...."
WHERE: Nonah #005
WHEN: Nowish? Early January.
WHAT: Max has been living on his neighbors' couch and wants to pay them back.
WARNINGS: N/A
Poe had told Maxwell that he could stay as long as he wished, even before offering him a room in the new base that was to come, and Maxwell had been... taking advantage of that. Yes, he had still been recovering, at first, but then it was more simply that he enjoyed himself. Enjoyed the company. Being a part of something like a community again.
Not being alone anymore.
But he did recognize that they might actually want their couch back, and while he imagined Poe, at least, wouldn't have batted an eye if he'd merely moved into one of the vacant rooms for the duration, there were still some things Maxwell needed to attend to first. Both back at his place, and here.
He wanted to thank them: Poe and Finn and Beth, for their hospitality and kindness.
So one morning, after Poe and Finn had returned from their trip, he was up early. He cleaned up after himself and returned the living room to the state he'd found it in those weeks ago, with the addition of a cheery bunch of flowers on the coffee-table. In the kitchen he emptied the sink of remaining dishes, his hands deep in soapy warm water as he washed, a towel over his shoulder and a gentle melody on his lips.
"Once we ran through the fields with great strides... we held the Fade, and the demon's flight...."
Then, there was breakfast. He wasn't the most domestically inclined, but he'd picked up a few things from all that camp living and now again, living alone here. Enough to manage eggs and bacon with some warm toast.
As the scent of it drifted into the house, he continued to hum and murmur to himself.
"Once we raised up our chalice in victory... Once we sat in the light of our dreams...."
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"Alright, what am I going to have to trade to get a piece or two of that?"
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"Not for sale." Maxwell glances up, smirks, and flops the bacon back down into the grease. "Because it's free." He gestures with the fork to the cupboards. "Get a plate if you want some."
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"What's the occasion?"
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"Nothing so official. Just a thank you." He gestures with the fork to the next pan and raises an eyebrow in question. "Eggs?"
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"For what?" He asks, and it's an honest question. He doesn't really think he's done anything worth being made breakfast for.
"And yeah, thanks. What kind of eggs?"
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"You really don't think that much of it, do you?" He looks away, shifting utensils to scrape up a bright, sunny egg and slip it onto Poe's plate. "One or two?"
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"You gonna keep being vague, or you going to tell me?" He sounded amused, though.
And, to be a troll: "Eight."
"Nah, two is good, if you've got it. Still have no idea what kind of eggs they are, but that's fine."
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He holds the plate back out and points with the spatula to the toast, "And help yourself to that too."
He waits for Poe to settle, thinking, then says, "When I was first marked with the Anchor, and so many people were killed, I was chained and locked in dungeon. When I finally woke up, I was offered the choice of remaining there until whatever was going to pass for my trial and following execution or immediately heading to the front to try and help stop the spreading horror." He looks at it, green and glowing and strange, in the flesh of his left palm. Then he turns back to Poe. "But you, without missing a beat, offered me your home. Even after I told you what happened with Beth, you allowed me to be here with the people you love and care about. And they - Beth and Finn - welcomed me just as readily." He pauses, then shakes his head again. "If the worst had happened, I would have been able to go knowing friendship and kindness. I can't thank you all enough for that."
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"Nope, but I've seen pictures of them here. The bird things, right?"
He takes the plate, a couple pieces of toast, and then a seat - nomming thoughtfully as he watched the man speak.
"Well... Yeah. You're my friend, Maxwell. I wan't about to leave you there by yourself. I appreciate all this, not it isn't necessary."
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But then he falters.
"I mean-- you can come and go as you please, Maxwell, but why?"
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"I should probably tell Hans my plans, and that I'm still alive really--" a slight frown, then a shrug. "I don't have much, but there are a few things I'd like to bring to your new base, when its ready. So I imagine I should make sure they're ready and packed...."
He pauses for a long moment, covering it with another bite.
"I do like being here. I like all of you. Especially as I've gotten better and am actually aware of what's going on. ...It's been like home, a bit."
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He relaxes a bit at the explanation, spearing his soft egg yolk with a fork and letting it run over his toast.
"Oh, right. So you don't mean actually leaving. You mean prepping for Base One. Well, go ahead and do whatever you need to, Maxwell. We'll be here - and then there - whenever you want to come home." He flashed Maxwell a smile on the last word, eyes crinkling with warmth.
He got it.
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He laughs, lightly, and there's a moment where he simply looks at Poe again. A warm, contented expression easy on his face.
"...I could be back in a few days with a bag and toothbrush. I also like that room on the end."
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"Then take it." He says it all too easily, stuffing the yolked toast into his face, which makes it difficult to follow up that thought for a few seconds.
"Might as well put it to use and give my couch a break." He flashed another grin and a wink. "Though uh- you could have my room, too, if you wanted it. Doesn't look like I'm gonna need it much anymore."
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Then he smiles - that rare, beaming expression that truly lights his face, lifting away so much weight if only for a few moments. Even if they hadn't talked about it, Maxwell was feeling much better and as such was much more aware. It would have been hard not to notice the changes, both physical and otherwise in even just the past few days.
"Congratulations, Poe."
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It was rare, when Poe Dameron blushed. But that didn't seem to stop him now - his skin darkening across his cheeks and throat. Damn. That smile was the worst part - way too fucking knowing for its own good.
"Yeah, well." He cleared his throat and busied himself with spearing the next egg. "Thanks."
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"I'm happy for you. The both of you. And proud of you."
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But he's honestly happy about it.
So having someone else be happy for him, too, is just kind of nice.
"... Yeah. Thanks. Not entirely sure if you should be proud of me, exactly--" He finally did look up there, with a wry expression, "-- Since that sounds like something my father would say after I made up for doing something dumb, but. Thanks."
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"It wasn't the smoothest path, but at least you learned from it. You were able to grow from that man just a few months ago telling me that he could see nothing outside of his war to the one today, sitting here in love." He reaches across the counter and touches Poe's arm. "That takes courage, so yes, I am proud of you."
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"Still not totally sure this place is real," he admitted, his voice low. "But if Finn wants to plant trees, then I'm going to plant trees."
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"That's all anyone can do."
Then he releases Poe and turns back to the stove.
"More?"
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"Uh--" He'd completely forgotten that he was eating his food, and not playing with it, but he nodded.
"Yeah. A couple more of the meat strips, if you got 'em. Thanks."
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"Thank you, Poe. For everything."
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Instead he slipped out of the back door of the house a little before dawn for a run. Poe would be in bed until Poe wasn't in bed anymore, Finn had long given up the idea of 'sleep' and 'schedule' appearing in the same solar system with the pilot, so he wasn't in much of a rush to get back. Just a run around the city, stopping in on a few places here and there on the way back.
So while the house smelled phenomenal, flowers and bacon, Finn himself was not a fantastic addition to the bouquet by the time he got back in. But that wasn't going to stop him from snagging a piece of toast while the rest cooked and taking a seat, still in full jogging outfit and sneakers.
"Lose one of Poe's bets?"
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Looking up from the pan, he tips his head, amused, at Finn.
"You're a suspicious lot, you know that? Poe thought there was a catch too."
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He couldn't help point it out, even if he ends up saying it with half a mouthful of toast in his mouth. He does swallow before continuing, washing it down with some water from his bottle.
"If it's not a bet...bad news?"
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"There's not," he clarified. "You have my word, it's just a thank you." Stepping back from the pan, he gestures toward the cupboard. "Would you like some?"
sorry for the wait!
"Thanks? You know they just gave us this place, right?"
And, yes. He will be helping himself, thank you.
No worries :)
He steps back from the stove and pulls a plate out of a cupboard. Moving back, he holds it out.
"Poe could have left me there. You could have forced me to leave after." He pauses, then shrugs. "Even if you argued about it, you were kind enough to do it privately. So, thank you."
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Finn hadn't actually really asked about the whole situation- most dangerous? But considering everything that happened in this place, it wouldn't be out of place. The couch was still there. That's all that mattered.
"But, ah, exactly how bad could bad have been?"
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"It's magic. Ancient, and powerful. Back home I'm able to contain it, control it to a point." Though he had his suspicions now, that that might not always been the case. "But here, when the Porter went offline, it went wild. It grew so strong, my body was barely able to hold it anymore. And sometimes... I couldn't."
He looks down, still guilty. Still ashamed.
"Beth tried to heal me, and Anchor reacted to her power. I'm not sure why, but whatever the reason it ended with me accidentally opening a rift - a hole in the sky - and pulling through a demon that attacked us."