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Post by Carlisle Hilthrom on Jul 29, 2017 5:48:21 GMT
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Carlisle had turned to watch Erin as her chubby little legs stilled and her breathing became even. Asleep. His long fingers slid tiredly over his lips and down the stubble that bristled on his jaw line. Dark eyes drifting closed and his lean frame slumping momentarily against the table before he caught himself. He shook his head as if he could physically dispel his tiredness and turned to Ea. An apology on his lips. But the man seemed enthralled with the fire. And as Carlisle watched he became as well.
He swallowed against the sudden dryness in his throat and watched as the mage coaxed the flame from thin air and then fed it until the flames crackled and ate hungrily at the dry kindling. He was mystified but his polite nature kept his curiosity in check. He had never been around much magic or those that wielded it. And when he was it was rarely with the chance to see it in effect.
The wheels in his analytical brain were turning and a smile bloomed on his face when he recalled the man’s earlier words. He ran a little hotter than the normal person. Because he has fire in his veins. Carlisle thought to himself. Remembering the whole purpose of the fire Carlisle reluctantly stood from his chair, joints popping like those of a man twice his age as he made his way over to the pot sitting over the now rolling fire to drop a small bag of dried tea leaves inside.
He paused at the stairs to listen for any sounds from the boy before taking his seat again. The one night that Erin chose to actually sleep he would be up with another child. It was kind of fitting. At least on this night he would have someone to help occupy his mind.
He sat down again. His expression neutral but he was surprised by Ea’s words. He was one of the street children? For some reason Carlisle always assumed they were all human. Well…not as if mages were another race really but a variation of humans. A more advanced version. ”Well it looks like you’ve done well for yourself.” A smile before he answered when the question was returned. ”I grew up here as well but thankfully I had a family to take care of me. My parents are still alive actually and live not far away.” He appeared to be distracted for a moment as his mind processed things he needed to do. But eventually he returned his attention back to Ea.
”Erin’s asleep now, how about we grab that pot of tea and head downstairs?” It seemed rude to keep moving him about. But Carlisle himself was a man who hardly sat still. He stood and grabbed two cups as well as the pot. Hopefully his guest didn’t want any condiments in his tea. A last glance at the sleeping babe was given then he headed downstairs.
There wasn’t a table save the one the boy laid on so Carlisle rather unceremoniously sat the heated pot down on the wooden floor after pouring both cups full. He sat down on the stairs. His long legs folding as he reclined back against the wall with a soft sigh. He held the cup to his lips and blew on the hot liquid. ”Would it be rude to ask when you discovered you were a mage? Or was it something you always knew?”
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Post by Ea Cailean on Jul 29, 2017 6:07:51 GMT
Ea noted the man's observation when he tuned from the fire and he was, perhaps, posing a bit under the attention. Trying not to overtly preen since that didn't seem appropriate for the situation but he liked being under someone's admiring eye. At least, he liked to think it was admiring. He returned Carlisle's observation with his own when the doctor dropped the tea in the pot and went about domestically. And he listened. The man had a pleasant voice and was intelligent. Ea imagined he was an even better conversationalist when he was well rested. The fatigue coming off of him seemed almost tangible.
He shrugged slightly. Of course he'd done well for himself. Given a sliver opportunity he had run with it. Though some of it was natural ability a lot of it was just Ea working his ass off during his teenage years. He had fought for every bit of control and every bit of power he had. And he had fought to be powerful enough that the judgement of strangers didn't matter much. His value was not influenced by the views of others.
"Sounds nice." Ea slid to his feet to follow Carlisle down. He hadn't quite rid himself of the nagging worry about the boy. As soon as they reached the bottom of the stairs he moved to the side of the table, hands tucked into his pockets as he studied the unconscious patient. Quickly satisfied he was still breathing, the fire mage walked back to Carlisle and sank into a tailor's seat on the floor, reaching for his cup. He took a sip as he considered his answer. He didn't mind talking about his past but typically he was heavy on the sordid details, aiming to shock and appall. In this quiet home with an unconscious boy on the table it just didn't seem the right time. So he settled for the plain truth. Carlisle seemed worldly enough about the streets he lived in to know what kinds of things street kids went through.
"It's not rude, though I appreciate the courtesy. I didn't know. I never knew my parents and my mark was not very obvious when I was young. And it's on my back so I never saw it." He quirked a slight smile, looking down into his tea. He hadn't bothered to cool the liquid. It scalded his lips and tongue a little but he didn't flinch, savoring the heat. "I had been bought for the night by a merchant and I wasn't willing to do some of the things he wanted. I burnt his house down. A tracker found me shortly after and spirited me away to Lledrith. Fire mages, I have found, tend to discover their gifts quite dramatically."
He huffed something that might have been a laugh and shrugged. "What about you, how did you come to be a doctor?"
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Post by Carlisle Hilthrom on Jul 29, 2017 6:46:50 GMT
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A small smile curled his lips when Ea went to check on the boy. Even in these sad circumstances it was comforting to see kindness in others. Carlisle had a rather good nerve when it came to his patients, or at least he had developed one over the years that had etched worry lines into his forehead. He couldn’t let worry consume him lest he fail to be precisely what they needed. A physician who could think clearly. Although right then with the lack of sleep fogging his mind he was likely less detached from the situation that he should have been. He found himself intrigued by the kind hearted mage and curious to learn more.
What he learned however made his stomach clench and his dark eyes turn away from Ea as he tried to find how to respond. One word had caught in his mind like a log clogging a small stream. Purchased. He was well aware it happened but that didn’t make it any easier to swallow. They tried to survive in any way they could and there were some rather despicable people that would take advantage of their desperation.
”Good.” He found himself mumbling against his cup of tea before finally taking a sip. He should say such things. He shouldn’t wish for someone’s house to be burned. But since he had taken in Erin he was surprised just how much more protective he felt of younger people in general. A fathering instinct that had been buried perhaps. His dark eyes trailed up the stairs to where his sleeping daughter slept and he felt incredibly thankful that she had been dropped on his doorstep and not somewhere else. That he had been lucky enough to have this child in his life and know she would never be forced to fate that many like her did.
He found a small smile and tried to chase away the dark thoughts that plagued his mind. ”I would expect nothing else from such a powerful element. It suits you though.” Briefly his eyes shifted back to Ea and flicked up to the brilliant mane the man boasted. Carlisle’s smile deepened as if embarrassed at his own tease. Face turning away before he took another swallow of tea.
He cleared his throat before answering. ”My father and mother both were in this field. This was where they started out.” One hand gestured lazily at the building around them. ”It was inevitable really that they would infect me with the desire to help people. I hope that one day I can be as efficient as my father.” A sideways glance upstairs with a smile still on his lips. ”But I find my attention span is lacking these days.”
His fingers curled around the warm cup and one arm propped lazily on one of his long legs while Carlisle watched the sleeping boy. "I'm guessing that the whole fire mage thing is why you 'run hot', hmm?" A call back to his earlier thoughts. Unable to resist the curiosity any longer.
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Post by Ea Cailean on Jul 29, 2017 7:21:39 GMT
Ea gave Carlisle whatever time he needed to process the information, savoring his tea and studying the doctor from beneath his eyelashes. Interesting the thoughts you could see cross someone's face. He followed the glance upstairs and abruptly understood why perhaps what he'd said seemed to affect him so strongly. He was a father. Girls often had it even worse on the street. Ea hide a slight frown behind the rim of his cup. She was lucky to have a father, but especially this man as her father. He was a good man.
He couldn't hide the look of genuine pleasure that crossed his face at the compliment. He set down his tea and pulled the thick, coppery strands forward over his shoulder, running his fingers through it. He was quite fond of the fact that he looked like a fire mage. Even if the good doctor was just catering to his vanity Ea certainly wasn't going to protest. Besides, the expression on Carlisle's face was endearing. He nodded along with his story, curious. "Perhaps the opinion of the uneducated but you seem quite skilled to me. If your father is more so then you clearly have it in your blood."
He reached for the pot and carefully tipped more tea into his cup. The question made him nod and lean forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Yes, but it's not quite that simple. Every mage manifests their magic uniquely. I happen to run hot." He set the cup down again and pushed one of his sleeves up, baring one of his scarred forearms. While burn scars, the scars were fine and precise as though made by a knife. Which many were. While most were scattered randomly, the largest ran straight up his arms from the heel of his hands to the crook of his elbow. "It seems to be in my blood though. Break skin and the wound cauterizes."
Ea didn't mention that it was something he couldn't turn off. It wasn't something he could control. It frustrated him but he'd come to terms with it a while ago. It still wasn't something he usually bragged about. It also scared people, and not in a way he appreciated. The idea of a fire mage being out of control was... deeply disturbing. Ea had no desire to be that mage. He didn't want to hurt people. Not on accident. If he hurt someone it better be for a damn good reason and it better be on purpose. "I can do some traditional magic as well, but I'm quite bad at it honestly. It just doesn't come as easily." His voice had taken on a certain amount of academic eagerness. He liked talking about magic, and he even enjoyed teaching. Classrooms had been harder for him but one on one was truly enjoyable with an eager student.
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Post by Carlisle Hilthrom on Jul 29, 2017 7:54:08 GMT
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At Ea’s comment about his skill running in his veins Carlisle shook his head. A soft correction rising on his tongue. ”No, just a patient teacher.” His dark eyes watched as Ea’s fingers slid through his bright hair. His attention shifting to the man’s face when he began to speak of his magic. He was intrigued to say the least. It wasn’t as if it was a skill he could ever hope to acquire but still his eager mind devoured any information that was given.
When Ea sat down his tea and worked at pulling his sleeve up Carlisle leaned closer. His position on the step making him crane a bit as he pivoted his weight to his lower resting foot. Scars. He stared at the healed flesh as Ea explained his ability. Inwardly wondering just how this man had discovered that his body would heal itself when harmed, although he felt he could easily guess. He set his own tea down beside him and reached down so that his long tan fingers could gently skim over the silvery scars. Much too straight and precise to be accidental run ins. The lids over his dark eyes lowered and he swallowed against the lump in his throat. Slowly tracing the length of each scar, following the longest one last. His gentle touch starting on the inside of Ea’s elbow and moving down the length of his arm to his wrist where his fingers would slowly curl against his palm. The air kissing his skin felt suddenly cool after the extended contact with Ea’s skin. The physician in him wondered if the heat made it easier for his body to fight disease and contagion. But the man wondered what might have pushed him so far as to try to end the suffering.
It was Ea continuing to speak that pulled Carlisle out of the depth of his own thoughts and back to the present. He sat back on the step he had been on and reached for his tea. Trying to find words that wouldn’t seem prying. Sometimes his desire to help went beyond his means and beyond what it should. It could be a hard thing to turn off.
”It works for extensive injuries as well? I imagine it would hurt? But maybe not if fire is something you control.” The mention of traditional magic left him with more questions than answers. He was woefully clueless about even the most mundane magical knowledge. He smiled sheepishly and tilted his head curiously. ”I’m afraid I don’t know what might be considered traditional magic. I’ve actually learned more from you this last hour than I ever had the chance to. Being an old fashioned healer I generally see humans that are afraid to go to a magical healer, or those that can’t afford it. It isn’t often that I see those who can wield it, or at least they don’t make it known.” He took a drink of his tea and swirled the little left in the bottom of his cup around and around. Idly watching the liquid spin. ”But I can say that I have never touched anyone whose skin was as hot as yours who wasn’t suffering from a very high fever. Do you get sick easily? Do you get a fever when you do?”
Realizing that he was again peppering Ea with questions that he likely shouldn’t Carlisle smiled and waved his free hand as is to wave off his own questions. ”Forgive me. I shouldn’t ask such things, sometimes I forget that bodies are personal. I see so many day in and out that nothing is truly personal in my mind any longer.” He laughed softly and looked over to the boy. Waiting until he noticed a rise and fall of his chest to look back at the fire mage.
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Post by Ea Cailean on Jul 29, 2017 8:33:22 GMT
It had been a while since Ea had the opportunity to sit down with someone who was both interested in what he had to offer and had a completely different knowledge set. He was finding that it was totally different from speaking to another mage. Mages had a shared knowledge base to work from and viewed the world with very similar sets of assumptions. Add to that, he typically spent his time amidst the most academic of the other mages. He rarely seemed to travel in the same circles as those who did practical work. Carlisle's skill set was almost as much a mystery to him, though he had some rudimentary first aid knowledge.
"I'm not entirely sure how well it would work for massive wounds, but magic in itself is not intelligent so I suspect it might do me as much harm as good." He gave a one shouldered shrug. "I haven't really tried to test the limits, for obvious reasons." He sorted out the questions Carlisle pelted him with, wanting to answer them to the best of his knowledge. Then he was trying to wave them off. Ea frowned a little though not in real displeasure. He caught the waving hand with one of his own, then placed his cup down so he could hold it in both. He paused before he spoke, following Carlisle's gaze to the boy. He waited too to see the child breathe. Then he patted the back of healer's hand.
"I have never really had the chance to speak with someone of your skill set in depth. I don't mind the questions- so long as you don't mind me asking some of my own." He met the doctor's dark eyes with his own, eyebrows lifted as though he was waiting to see some confirmation. Perhaps satisfied with what he saw, he released his hand and plucked his cup back up, taking another sip. "And I wouldn't mind you getting more personal if you'd like." The suggestion was quiet, eyes downcast in a way that might have seemed shy. Really, Ea was trying to gauge his reaction and not put too much pressure behind the suggestion.
"I understand why people are afraid of magic on some level, but in many ways it baffles me." He sighed and shook his head, pensive, almost as though he'd not just come onto him. Then Ea turned his attention back to the more personal questions, ones he had answers or at least theories on. "I don't get sick often but I when I do it tends to be because I've gotten too cold. If it's too bad-" he paused suddenly, rolling over how he wanted to say the rest of it. It was an... uncomfortable admission. "It can get out of hand."
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Post by Carlisle Hilthrom on Jul 29, 2017 9:22:03 GMT
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Carlisle nodded as he spoke. Immediately regretting his questions and silently chiding himself for such morbid curiosity. Was he not just concerned that the mans scars had been self inflicted wounds? And here he was asking such things. He closed his eyes and waved the hand in hopes Ea would just ignore his incessant yammering. It was the warmth of the fingers catching his hand that made his eyes snap open to see the mage cradling his hand between his own. It was rare that Carlisle would feel the touch of another that didn’t need something from him. His patients or their relatives would often snatch at him as if to sap his strength. His daughter was of course solely dependent on him for her well-being.
How long had it been since he had just…touched someone in a manner that wasn’t clinical or nurturing? He couldn’t remember. Of course Carlisle had enjoyed the carnal pleasures that could be found, more so in his youth than now. The majority of those had been women but he had found his curiosity branched further and a couple men had graced his bed as well. But no one since Erin had entered his life. Between his business and her care he had found little time for anything else. In those moments with a seemingly completely innocent touch he felt as if his nerve endings were on fire. And cupped in Ea’s hands perhaps they were.
It was the gentle pat that sent a quick tremor through him and snapped him out of focusing so intently on the touch. His eyes lingering on Ea’s face even as a blush bloomed on his dark cheeks. ”Ask me anything.” When his hand was released it lingered in air for a moment as if he was perplexed what to do with himself. Eventually he pulled it back to rest on his thigh and took up his tea for a drink for his suddenly very dry throat.
The question that rose from Ea’s lips next nearly caused him to get strangled and Carlisle sat the cup down on the step beside him while keeping his eyes carefully averted from Ea. Surely that didn’t mean what it sounded like? He didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t even entirely sure what all the question entailed. And part of him wondered if he should even consider such things. Hadn’t this man just told him that he was purchased in his youth? So it had likely happened more than once. It had to leave a mark.
He didn’t want to become a bad memory or regret for anyone.
Especially not to a kind hearted and oh so intriguing fire mage.
”I don’t want to take advantage, Ea.” Given the nervous pressure rising in his chest he was surprised his voice sounded so calm and steady. Almost reassuring in a way he might speak to someone younger than himself. Even though Ea appeared to likely be near himself in age. Ea’s words of magic made a smile come to Carlisle’s face despite the tension he felt. He was passionate. He could understand the sentiment although there had been little in his life that could have been seen as controversial. The only thing that really came to mind was his having never taken a wife and his parents dislike for his varied taste in people. They wanted grandchildren they said. Well now they had one.
Out of hand. Carlisle didn’t push as he could see that the answer hadn’t come easy. He took it as a sign to change directions. ”I see.” He slowly reached out like Adam grasping at the forbidden fruit that he just couldn’t resist. His fingers gently turning Ea’s wrist until he could see the lines of his scars again. He kept his eyes low when he spoke. Hoping he didn’t hit another nerve. But there was a part of him that wanted, no. Needed to know about those scars. He felt a sudden inexplicable desire to protect this man who had withstood such a beating from this world even in his youth when things were supposed to be simple and easy.
But that wasn’t how things worked and there was little a man like Carlisle could protect anyone from. His skill with a blade was of the beneficial sort. He held no magic. His physique was trim but not overly muscled or powerful. Maybe it was because he was just so damn tired. Or because he had longed for someone to talk to in actual words for a long while. Or maybe it was just because he was so intrigued by this man who was in so many ways his opposite that he found a more personal question rising to spill from his lips. A question that he shouldn’t ask. One he had no business asking. But he did.
”...Did these get out of hand?” One hand now held Ea’s wrist while the other’s fingers lightly played over the network of scars that painted Ea’s skin until it slowly settled down to cover them with his palm down against the braille story of pain he couldn’t read. Taking in the delicious warmth from the mages skin as he waited to see if he had traversed too far. If he had gotten too personal.
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Post by Ea Cailean on Jul 31, 2017 18:13:45 GMT
Well, it wasn't a no but it also wasn't exactly the response Ea was expecting. He almost bristled- almost. There was a time when he would have lashed out at something that sounded so near pity. Instead he reined in his offense, tempering it with the understanding that Carlisle was speaking from a place of compassion. His temper was quick most of the time but there were certain things he knew about himself and certain things he watched for. He tended to react harshly to any implication that he was a victim. The moment passed before he could really think of how to address it and instead he let it go. His hands, bereft of the healer's, lifted to toy with the amber pendant that hung low on his chest. It spun slowly under the touch of his fingers, nearly the same temperature as his body.
Then Carlisle reached out to him. The fire mage smiled, letting him take his hand and study the scars on his inner arm. The question though. Oh, this man seemed to know how to ask just the wrong questions and yet Ea found the (very finite) well of patience within himself and called on it. The last thing he wanted to do was lash out at this man who had been kind. He hadn't asked anything except what he needed to ask to help when Ea had shown up on his doorstep. It was a sort of kindness Ea wasn't used to seeing. It was a thing he found valuable in it's rarity.
"No." The answer was a little short, but Ea didn't leave it that way. His free hand reached up to slowly spin the amber pendant on it's long chain around his neck. "I suppose it depends on your definition of getting out of hand. For me, no. When you are in a strange place, surrounded by people you don't know, struggling with this immensely dangerous thing you don't understand but can't imagine being without, it can be overwhelming. I didn't believe the people telling me that it would get better."
He shrugged. "When I say things get out of hand, I mean that things burn. I lose control." It felt... less bad than he thought it would to admit. "I've hurt people before, though not in a long time."
The heat of the doctor's hand felt good against his skin. Though his skin ran hot, he craved heat the way a man in a desert craves water. He let his own fingers curl, touching the skin of Carlisle's arm in a feather light touch. "Though some of those scars are from mundane things, I suppose. I put my hand through a window when I was nineteen. That's those ones." He let the pendant drop to point out some of the other scars scattered across his arm. "And that's from a glass bottle someone tried to smash over my head. I probably deserved that one."
He chuckled a little, though he honestly couldn't remember the exact circumstance. He knew himself well enough to believe he'd started the fight though. He was especially prone to do that even now and he was much more temperate than he used to. "I'll bet you're the type to talk people out of fights rather than getting into them. Or perhaps you're more trouble than I guess?" He lifted a brow in askance.
He'd have to come back around to this matter of 'taking advantage'. It still hadn't quite left Ea's mind, mulling about in the back. It hadn't really been a no. In fact, if Ea wasn't mistaken there had been pretty real interest behind it.
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Post by Carlisle Hilthrom on Jul 31, 2017 20:12:27 GMT
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Carlisle listened to the fire mages words. His head dipping in a small nod and his lids lowering over his eyes. He didn't/couldn't understand when he himself had never experienced anything remotely the same. He didn't judge the man but he did still wonder about his reasoning. It was hard to see from someone else's perspective however when he himself had never had a complicated hard life. He might work hard. But it wasn't the same as facing hurdles that would either break or shape someone. The touch on his arm did not go unnoticed although Carlisle didn't react. He released his hold on Ea's wrist but kept his palm pressed against his arm. Touch. It was such a simple yet powerful thing.
"I'm glad of that. I doubt I could handle fire as well as you." A smile and a shake of his head when Ea mentioned the glass bottle scar that he had deserved. "Its hard to think of the man who brought an injured child to my home in the middle of the night deserving a clubbing with a bottle. And no...I'm likely much more boring than you can imagine." It wasn't said in a self depreciating way. But it was truthful. He didn't live an exciting life. He didn't do risky things regularly. Hell...he hadn't even had a lover in months. And now he had a small child to care for. He was ordinary in every way, and that was alright with him.
"I do try to keep the peace...as a physician I've seen what one person can do to another quite often. I'm not naive enough to think anyone listens to me but I can still try." He turned his attention to the boy long enough to watch for another breath. Another rise and fall of his chest before he turned back to Ea. He should do more for these children. He should try harder to offer them shelter or food. But he was't perfect as as hard as he tried to be a good human being, he was no saint. He still wanted to sleep on occasion. He still wanted to have a life beyond his profession. But that was a silly thing to want as he certainly didn't have much time for it.
This man who had walked through his door was like the physical manifestation of everything he was not. Powerful, brazen, possibly reckless from what he was told. Touched by magic, or rather infected with it as touched seemed too minuscule to describe it. While Carlisle was none of those things. Unerringly a normal predictable human. But he felt his hand moving almost as if it was out of his control. Rising to reach out and gently push a lock of red behind Ea's ear. But he made no further motion, his fingers lingering there with the soft strands slipping between them like silk. He knew he should pull back. He knew he shouldn't consider the thoughts that kept slipping into his mind like serpents.
He was a physician...how would it look if he were to? Would his position be one of power? Or would Ea's abilities which far surpassed his own, negate that? There were so many 'ifs' and he was frozen with uncertainty.
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Post by Ea Cailean on Jul 31, 2017 21:32:02 GMT
Ea smiled, rather bemused by Carlisle's difficulty in imagining him to be quite that muhc of an asshole so as to deserve a broken bottle. He supposed tonight he must have seemed like some sort of bleeding heart. He wasn't that way often. It worried him, a little. It almost blindsided him to realize that the doctor's opinion of him mattered, at least a little. Well that was... different. Ea was generally content to swan through the world with no care for anyone's opinion other than his own. For now, like so many other things, he decided to let that story lie. There was only moderate chance he'd see the man again after he left. He would have to make a point to come back and seek him out and that wasn't usually his way. Perhaps he could just let the good doctor go on thinking of him in kindness.
He was tempted, too, to keep his distance. To pull back from the gentle touch of hands and break some of the quite tension between them with mock indifference. That was too much self control to consider when the man's fingers touched his hair. For all the control he practiced in magic, control of impulse in other areas of his life left much to be desired. So, eyes not leaving Carlisle's, he turned his head into Carlisle's hand, lips brushing against the palm.
Equally as Ea was everything Carlisle was not, Carlisle had everything Ea would never have. A normal life, stable home, and work which helped people. He was gentle, cautious.
Then Ea recalled the comment about not wanting to take advantage of him. Without really thinking it through, he shifted forward onto his knees. The tea still lay between him. His hand left the amber pendant and lifted to touch the side of the doctor's neck and slide around to the nape, cupping there in a movement that was both gentle and possessive. "Careful, doctor. Or we might find that it's me who is taking advantage of you."
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Post by Carlisle Hilthrom on Jul 31, 2017 22:10:29 GMT
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He was still savoring the silky strands between his fingers when Ea shifted. Brushing his soft lips against Carlisle's palm. The action was enough to make his breath hitch. But still he didn't pull away. His fingers curling inward and his thumb rolling softly over the lips that had touched his skin once already. He had many reasons not to let himself get swept up in the temptation that had taken human form in Ea. He was tired, they needed to watch the boy, he had an infant upstairs that he might awaken, and he knew so little of the man as it was. But there was also a part of him that didn't care. The human that craved touch and affection even without the premise of a relationship.
His hand fell away from Ea's face when the mage moved and Carlisle assumed that he was coming to his senses. Seeing that the good doctor was no one to waste his time with. But instead Ea came closer, the tea pot still perched precariously between them as an outstretched hand touched the sensitive skin of his neck. Working around until he felt Ea's hand cradling the back of his neck. And still Carlisle remained frozen. Feeling so small was an unusual feeling for the man that towered over the majority of people he met. He was like a startled deer. Unable to react. His dark eyes narrowed at Ea's words. Doubting despite them. Concern written in the wrinkle of his brow and the downward twist of his lips that led into the scratchy growth of his beard.
"Are you sure this is what you want Ea?" He had to be certain before this went any further.
He moved only slightly, craning his head toward Ea. Submitting to the possessive grasp that held him. One hand rising to settle tentatively on the mages knee. A slight tremble to his movements. A hesitation and tentativeness that wasn't there when he was just being a physician.
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Post by Ea Cailean on Jul 31, 2017 22:54:20 GMT
He's too sweet for me, Ea thought, looking into the doctor's dark eyes. The thought didn't really bother him, though there was a certain ring of truth to it. The tilt of his head though and the timidness of his touch were like alcohol to an alcoholic- temptation manifest. Ea tilted his own head down, hair spilling in a scarlet curtain around them, and pressed his lips firmly to Carlisle's. His fingers gently stroked and kneaded the back of the doctor's neck, his other hand coming up to cup his cheek, eyes slitted almost closed. Just open enough to watch the reaction, delight in it.
He pulled back just enough to break contact, studied his face, and then settled back on his heels. "I always know what I want." The statement was confident, edging on arrogant. Then unconsciously his eyes flicked back towards the table and he sighed. His hands dropped away from Carlisle and he scrubbed the mover his face, not tired but irritated at himself.
"Shit," he muttered. The boy stirred as though in his sleep, made a small noise. "My timing might be the worst in the history of mankind." He gaze slid back to Carlisle, more exasperated than embarrassed. Desire lingered there too, in the way his eyes lingered, but now it was tempered, the flame banked for the moment.
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Post by Carlisle Hilthrom on Aug 1, 2017 3:03:41 GMT
Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep Dreaming about the things that we could be TAG: @username. WORDS: XXX. NOTES:
If there was a way to describe Carlisle's reaction when to Ea's kiss it would have been utter submission. His body went fluid under Ea's touch and he found himself moving closer his hands moving. One falling to Ea's hip and the other to his side. He scooted closer until he was on the edge of the step with a sigh on his lips as Ea broke away. Hi dark eyes snapped open and he watched Ea with a curious expression. Unable to restrain the grin at his words. But then he leaned back and Carlisle followed his gaze to the boy. Immediately the spell was broken and he cleared his throat. Turning his gaze away quickly in shame. How could he be so careless? How could he let himself get so carried away?
He barely heard Ea's next statement about bad timing. Already he was reaching down to take the empty tea cups in hand, hooking a finger around the hook of the pot as well. He didn't know what to say or how to react. He should have been the one to stop. He was the one with responsibilities in the form of his daughter and the sleeping patient. But he had been greedy and of course that only ended badly. "I'm..." His voice fell away as he searched for a suitable word. Sorry? No..he had enjoyed the moment as brief as it was. But in the end he simply turned away to carry the cups and pot upstairs with an almost pained expression on his face.
He didn't like situations like this one. He had never been very artful in the way of relationships and perhaps that was why they never lasted. But this, this was just a moment. Just a little blip on the radar. And even this he had managed to ruin. Because he should have never let it begin. It felt rude to leave Ea sitting there but Carlisle needed a couple minutes to gather himself. To push the feelings of desire that mingled with guilt away so that he could focus on what he should be doing. After climbing the stairs he softly hooked the pot back above the now dying fire and set about washing the cups in the small basin of soapy water. His long fingers sliding around the pale cups as he tried to focus his mind elsewhere. Somewhere other than on the fire mage downstairs.
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Post by Ea Cailean on Aug 1, 2017 18:04:35 GMT
The knowledge of how Carlisle had moved under his hands, the soft give of him, clung to Ea's mind like honey. And then the grin, charmingly boyish in a face that seemed like it spent too much time being serious. Too much time creased between the brows with concern. Equally, he kicked himself for breaking the moment so inelegantly. Carlisle's abrupt change in emotion had been almost palpable. What was the man, a saint? The fire mage didn't stop him from taking the cups, didn't try and make him pause. For better or for worse he gave him some space, hoping that it was the right thing to do. As he disappeared up the stairs, Ea sighed and rose slowly to his feet, with less grace then he'd sat. The long days and lack of sleep were catching up to him, and so was age if he let himself admit it. He couldn't eternally live in his late twenties, before his body began to demand he pay it some mind.
He moved to the boy's side, checking on him and fidgeting with the sheet to make sure he was properly covered. Briefly he opened dark eyes, but they were unseeing. When Ea murmured some meaningless reassurance he simply shifted and his eyes closed again, breathing falling into the regular pattern of sleep once more. He mulled over what to do as he watched the unconscious child, brooding. Finally he turned away and approached the bottom of the stairs. Almost reluctant. He climbed them quietly, and then stood at the top, watching him clean the cups. Then he cleared his throat gently in the hopes of not startling him.
"I'm sorry." He ran a hand through his hair, raking it back and twisting it into a knot at the nape of his neck. Keeping his hands occupied. He didn't quite meet the doctor's eyes. "Not for what I did, but for when I chose to do it. You are very attractive though, and I have poor impulse control." He glanced up finally, seeking Carlisle's eyes, a tentative smile on his lips. Hoping that perhaps there was some salvaging the situation with a touch of humor at his own expense.
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Post by Carlisle Hilthrom on Aug 1, 2017 19:48:37 GMT
Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep Dreaming about the things that we could be TAG: @username. WORDS: XXX. NOTES:
Carlisle was trying to lose himself in the monotony of cleaning the cups, even though they had been far clean enough to put away log before he stopped. He reached for a towel he kept near to dry them and followed the shape of the cups until every drop of water was gone. It was the soft sound Ea made in his throat that pulled Carlisle from his thoughts. He turned to look over his shoulder and immediately smiled. Always having a smile at the ready. But Ea's words pulled a the corner of his mouth down into a frown, just for a moment before he repaired it. He turned away to set the cups back up in the small wooden shelf and then slowly walked back over so that he stood near Ea where he perched precariously at the top of the stairs.
"No Ea, this is my office. I should have been the one to-think clearly. I got carried away. Its....been a while." A slight pink touched his cheeks at the admission but it didn't feel right to let Ea shoulder the blame in this. Not when he was the physician. Not when this was his office that Ea had searched out in need of help. Not when he had a patient snoozing on a table that he had to check on occasionally. No. Ea wasn't the one at fault here.
"Anyway..." Carlisle scratched the back of his neck. The tiredness returning to his muscles two fold from the momentary reprieve of an attractive tempting distraction. "I should get you some linens so that you will be more comfortable." The hard wood floor downstairs could be rather unforgiving. He still hadn't eaten but he had lost his appetite, the tea had also helped to take the edge off.
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