A Favour Owed...
Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2019 5:30 pm
Dentis 10, 2718 | Passive Dorms | Late
By the time Castor Devlin got them back to their room, Fionn had no idea what hour it was but Jamie was evidently fast asleep, the oil lamps switched off. He could have gone to the effort of lighting the bloody things but honestly, it wasn't worth it. He didn't want to risk waking up their roommate in any case, especially as the boy was sure to ask questions and be full of chatter. It was more than likely that they'd get it in the morning in any case but the blond just didn't want to deal with it right now. Besides, there was some light to see by, even though the fire in the hearth had burned low, simply aglow except for the odd tongue of flame that licked out, waving as it found some fuel source to feast on. The passive made a low sound of annoyance, a soft crack of his knuckles as he clenched his hands into fists, moving to tend to the dying fire.
The lazy git had gone to bed without bothering to build up the fire. It wasn't icy by any means but it was still cool enough and Fionn didn't appreciate having to deal with it, especially in the relative darkness. He really wasn't in the humour to put up with Jamie's friendliness tonight though so he stubbornly made do.
The night had been a rough one, the servant having had plenty to consider and process. The main thing though, the pressing and unavoidable thing was that Fred was dead. Fred had tried to kill him and now Fred was dead.
And he had Lars to thank for it. For preventing his death and for killing his tormentor. It was a unique position for him to be in, to owe someone in such a way and to feel such loyalty towards him. The only other person that he'd felt loyalty towards in this place - a warped and worrying sort of loyalty - was Ayden. This was a purer loyalty, pure and true. It certainly wasn't a tainted loyalty that he felt towards the other blond, even though it was new.
The young man moved to kneel by the fire, moving wood from its pile by the hearth, poking the embers carefully so that they sprang to life, licking at one fresh piece of wood and then after a minute or two, another. When he was confident that the flames wouldn't be inadvertently smothered, he added more wood to the fire before he stood, unconsciously brushing the knees of his trousers while soft orange light flickered around the room.
Lars wasn't one to readily engage in conversation and he might be reluctant to break the silence between them when Fionn appeared so thoughtful, lost within his own head, considering what had happened tonight and contemplating how to approach things in the future.
He needed to talk with the other blond, to explain matters and have him understand how things would be between them henceforth. Not because the Savatier had requested it but because Fionn wished it to be so. He did not consider his debt one that could be repaid but a lifelong one, one that would only gain interest over time as the servant intended for his loyalty to remain constant. Broaching such a subject was awkward though.
The young man drifted to his own bed, fingers moving to undo buttons as he stripped off layers. Shirt and trousers were dropped untidily on the floor, underwear all that remained on his form until he replaced the daytime garments with a button-up nightshirt, left to hang slightly past his hips, left fairly open at the neck. A hand ran through his hair, fingers parting the blond strands before moving to rub at the back of his neck, considering simply climbing into bed but turning instead with a sigh. He moved to Lars' bed, perching himself on the edge, one leg folded up, arms wrapped around it to hold the bent limb to his chest, the other left to hang at an angle, balanced on his toes as he bobbed it up and down. A nervous, restless sort of tremble went through the limb as it moved, the young man chewing on the inside of his cheek.
The jerking stopped. "Lars... I need to... talk to you about... something," he got out, keeping his voice low, hardly above a whisper so that he wouldn’t wake Jamie. It was more than that though, the young man that little bit more timid and shy than usual, that little bit less sure of himself. He was glad that the lighting didn't allow the other to see the warmth that had added spots of pink to his cheeks. "I didn't... I didn't thank you properly for earlier. With Fred. If you hadn't come in when you did then well... I wouldn't still be here."
Stating the obvious perhaps but it had to be said, had to be properly stated and it wasn't the only thing that he had to get out tonight.
"I... I owe you. I mean that."
The lazy git had gone to bed without bothering to build up the fire. It wasn't icy by any means but it was still cool enough and Fionn didn't appreciate having to deal with it, especially in the relative darkness. He really wasn't in the humour to put up with Jamie's friendliness tonight though so he stubbornly made do.
The night had been a rough one, the servant having had plenty to consider and process. The main thing though, the pressing and unavoidable thing was that Fred was dead. Fred had tried to kill him and now Fred was dead.
And he had Lars to thank for it. For preventing his death and for killing his tormentor. It was a unique position for him to be in, to owe someone in such a way and to feel such loyalty towards him. The only other person that he'd felt loyalty towards in this place - a warped and worrying sort of loyalty - was Ayden. This was a purer loyalty, pure and true. It certainly wasn't a tainted loyalty that he felt towards the other blond, even though it was new.
The young man moved to kneel by the fire, moving wood from its pile by the hearth, poking the embers carefully so that they sprang to life, licking at one fresh piece of wood and then after a minute or two, another. When he was confident that the flames wouldn't be inadvertently smothered, he added more wood to the fire before he stood, unconsciously brushing the knees of his trousers while soft orange light flickered around the room.
Lars wasn't one to readily engage in conversation and he might be reluctant to break the silence between them when Fionn appeared so thoughtful, lost within his own head, considering what had happened tonight and contemplating how to approach things in the future.
He needed to talk with the other blond, to explain matters and have him understand how things would be between them henceforth. Not because the Savatier had requested it but because Fionn wished it to be so. He did not consider his debt one that could be repaid but a lifelong one, one that would only gain interest over time as the servant intended for his loyalty to remain constant. Broaching such a subject was awkward though.
The young man drifted to his own bed, fingers moving to undo buttons as he stripped off layers. Shirt and trousers were dropped untidily on the floor, underwear all that remained on his form until he replaced the daytime garments with a button-up nightshirt, left to hang slightly past his hips, left fairly open at the neck. A hand ran through his hair, fingers parting the blond strands before moving to rub at the back of his neck, considering simply climbing into bed but turning instead with a sigh. He moved to Lars' bed, perching himself on the edge, one leg folded up, arms wrapped around it to hold the bent limb to his chest, the other left to hang at an angle, balanced on his toes as he bobbed it up and down. A nervous, restless sort of tremble went through the limb as it moved, the young man chewing on the inside of his cheek.
The jerking stopped. "Lars... I need to... talk to you about... something," he got out, keeping his voice low, hardly above a whisper so that he wouldn’t wake Jamie. It was more than that though, the young man that little bit more timid and shy than usual, that little bit less sure of himself. He was glad that the lighting didn't allow the other to see the warmth that had added spots of pink to his cheeks. "I didn't... I didn't thank you properly for earlier. With Fred. If you hadn't come in when you did then well... I wouldn't still be here."
Stating the obvious perhaps but it had to be said, had to be properly stated and it wasn't the only thing that he had to get out tonight.
"I... I owe you. I mean that."