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pericenters2017-03-14 09:19 pm
ouzel) wrote in pericenters2017-03-14 09:19 pm
[ cassian & eliot sitting in a tree ]
[ Plotting the fall of evil power structures. ]
There is a laundry list of reasons why it took them so long to get here. Specifically, why it took Cassian so long to get here - here being Eliot's house, now being a rather overwarm spring evening. If Cassian were looking for reasons to drink himself into a stupor and/or feel generally like an idiot who probably is not as comfortable in his own skin as he likes to assume he is, he'd go over it. The list, that is.
As it stands? Not why he's here, so the list, and all thoughts pertaining to it, are set aside.
In favor of, well. Eliot. Eliot, who has hit on him without abandon while Cassian has smiled and considered and doubted and...right, not going over the list of shameful excuses and flimsy defenses. Because if there is one thing Eliot has been crystal clear on, it's that he's interested - and Cassian is too, honestly.
Or being here, now, wouldn't be happening.
Cassian has on his standard - a soft button-down, flannel with snaps instead of buttons, rolled up to mid-forearm. Part of him does want a drink, but that's at least in part due to being unsure what to do with his hands in the moment; instead, he shoves one hand into his back pocket and rubs at his chin with the other.
Mentally, Cassian is scrambling, just a little, but that's normal. Some part of him is always calculating, measuring, evaluating other people while he interacts with them. Evaluating himself right alongside. Not letting any of that turmoil show? Also normal.
"Tell me again what you were hoping I'd do with you this evening?" Not to be coy - far from it. Eliot has some very specific ideas and Cassian wants to make sure he hasn't forgotten any details.
There is a laundry list of reasons why it took them so long to get here. Specifically, why it took Cassian so long to get here - here being Eliot's house, now being a rather overwarm spring evening. If Cassian were looking for reasons to drink himself into a stupor and/or feel generally like an idiot who probably is not as comfortable in his own skin as he likes to assume he is, he'd go over it. The list, that is.
As it stands? Not why he's here, so the list, and all thoughts pertaining to it, are set aside.
In favor of, well. Eliot. Eliot, who has hit on him without abandon while Cassian has smiled and considered and doubted and...right, not going over the list of shameful excuses and flimsy defenses. Because if there is one thing Eliot has been crystal clear on, it's that he's interested - and Cassian is too, honestly.
Or being here, now, wouldn't be happening.
Cassian has on his standard - a soft button-down, flannel with snaps instead of buttons, rolled up to mid-forearm. Part of him does want a drink, but that's at least in part due to being unsure what to do with his hands in the moment; instead, he shoves one hand into his back pocket and rubs at his chin with the other.
Mentally, Cassian is scrambling, just a little, but that's normal. Some part of him is always calculating, measuring, evaluating other people while he interacts with them. Evaluating himself right alongside. Not letting any of that turmoil show? Also normal.
"Tell me again what you were hoping I'd do with you this evening?" Not to be coy - far from it. Eliot has some very specific ideas and Cassian wants to make sure he hasn't forgotten any details.