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thisavrou_log2017-01-01 06:47 pm
poolhall_killer) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-01-01 06:47 pm
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Who: Jim Kirk, Venom
When: Week 4-ish
Where: One of the campsites
What: Talking about a potential shared future, friendship, possibly more
Warnings: None, other than a bit of fluff
[It's still surprising that a month has passed. They've been traveling towards the hub, and Venom's been pushed to his limits. Survival and roughing it is part of assassin training, but not for this length of time. One of the few things keeping the former assassin sane is Bartholomew, and even he's getting a little stir crazy.
As Venom attempts to forage, Bart goes off to do his thing, to gather questionable fruit, and to not suffer any ill effects. He wishes he could do that. He scritches behind his ears and sighs, hoping this will be over soon. It seems the group is stopping for the night, so he sets up his tent near a tree, giving Bart a perfect area to roost. It's better than being stuffed in a sling or hanging off Venom's arm.
He rolls out a sleeping bag before setting up to make some tea. If there's one luxury he's been allowing himself on this damn trip, it's tea. Nothing's going to keep him from it.
Once it's ready, he brings the cup to his lips, savoring the warmth. Perhaps someone should join him to share in his impromptu tea time. Namely the gentleman who's checking in on the other's tents. Venom's about to say something when Bart starts making noises to get the man's attention.
Thank you, Bart. Ugh.]
When: Week 4-ish
Where: One of the campsites
What: Talking about a potential shared future, friendship, possibly more
Warnings: None, other than a bit of fluff
[It's still surprising that a month has passed. They've been traveling towards the hub, and Venom's been pushed to his limits. Survival and roughing it is part of assassin training, but not for this length of time. One of the few things keeping the former assassin sane is Bartholomew, and even he's getting a little stir crazy.
As Venom attempts to forage, Bart goes off to do his thing, to gather questionable fruit, and to not suffer any ill effects. He wishes he could do that. He scritches behind his ears and sighs, hoping this will be over soon. It seems the group is stopping for the night, so he sets up his tent near a tree, giving Bart a perfect area to roost. It's better than being stuffed in a sling or hanging off Venom's arm.
He rolls out a sleeping bag before setting up to make some tea. If there's one luxury he's been allowing himself on this damn trip, it's tea. Nothing's going to keep him from it.
Once it's ready, he brings the cup to his lips, savoring the warmth. Perhaps someone should join him to share in his impromptu tea time. Namely the gentleman who's checking in on the other's tents. Venom's about to say something when Bart starts making noises to get the man's attention.
Thank you, Bart. Ugh.]
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He's still a little concerned, with the silence that ensues, but he isn't sure what he can say that might tip things one way or another. So he waits.
And he isn't disappointed.
Jim shifts his face down a little, meeting Venom for that kiss, and can't help the smile that sort of gets in the way of it all. ]
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He closes his eyes and lets himself get lost in that kiss, hoping that Jim doesn't mind.]