Adstringendum voice mail

[leashed]

If you require my services and have tried to contact me without a response, I may be unavailable.

Please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I am physically able.

Romulus Hart, 1st lieutenant

Comments

[danseur]

[ Morgan takes a low breath, nodding and wrapping one arm hesitantly around Rome's lower back, tugging him forward. ]

So you'll bite me.

[leashed]

[He doesn't really resist, just moves forward against him.]

...I will. If you're sure.

[danseur]

You'd like it, wouldn't you.

[ It's not really a question. He leans his forehead against the top of Rome's head. ]

[leashed]

[He nods once, wordlessly, tucking in against him.]

...don't- do it just for me.

[danseur]

[ He has no other reason to do anything, here- but he won't say that. ]

Alright.

[leashed]

[Rome pulls back just a little to kiss him softly.]

You love me.

[danseur]

[ Morgan catches the side of his face, holding him there and returning the kiss. ]

Uh huh. I think I said that.

[leashed]

You typed it.

[It really doesn't matter- or at least, it shouldn't. But he wants to hear it, all the same.]

[danseur]

Did I?

[ He's grinning just a little. ]

I don't remember.

[leashed]

Yes you do.

[Don't tease him bb :C]

[danseur]

I do?

[ He's still laughing a little, leaning down to kiss at his temple, the side of his cheek. ]

[leashed]

You're being cruel.

[And Rome is pouting.]

[danseur]

You say it to me first.

[ The pouting is hilarious to him, ngl. ]

[leashed]

[Rome runs his hand through his hair, before glancing away.]

I do love you.

[danseur]

And, yeah, then. I love you, too.

[ Tugging his face over, 'look at me.' ]

[leashed]

[Rome looks up at him- hesitant at first, but when Morgan says it back, the tension seems to ease from his shoulders, and he nods, taking a step closer to him, his eyes open and trusting.]

We have come very far. Do you remember the pit?

[danseur]

Yeah. I remember being trapped in that stupid awful pit.

[ He has one arm still around Rome, pulling up the back of his shirt, just enough to tough his bare back. ]

[leashed]

[He shifts a little against him with a slight murmur.]

I'm sorry I hit you.

[danseur]

[ --- and he bursts into soft laughter. ]

I think I'll survive.

[leashed]

Yes, but it was- unpleasant at the time, I'm sure.

[danseur]

Ninety-nine percent of my Adstring experience is unpleasant.

[leashed]

And- that one percent that isn't?

[danseur]

It's pretty okay. Considering, I guess.

[leashed]

...I don't think I mind it so much here.

[danseur]

... we're trapped in one place. That doesn't drive you nuts?