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thisavrou_log2016-01-21 02:07 am
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Who: Miles and Gregor
When: the night of the 13th
Where: the kvortira
What: Miles gets back to the cabin after his date with Bel, confusion and feelings ensue
Warnings: EMOTIONS
Tonight...sure has been a night.
Miles' head is still spinning from it all, the ghost of Bel's mouth still on his lips, his pulse still in his throat even as he staggers down the hall back to his cabin. The whole night seems both to be a blur and to stand out in sharp detail, the warm energy between himself and Bel and every small touch standing out against a backdrop of blurred lights and night sky. And that tussle in the bar -- dodgy as hell, but it was exhilarating, being in the thick of things, back to back with Bel -- like the good old days, except it was hardly that long ago. But however exciting that brawl had been, Miles knows the adrenaline from that has long faded, and whatever rush he's feeling has nothing to do with the feel of a good fight.
It isn't as though he hasn't noticed the tension that's been building between them, it'd be impossible not to -- Miles has been trying to puzzle it out all this time -- he just didn't think it'd turn out like that. He still doesn't know what to make of it, what to make of the warm thrill that kissing Bel had sent through his chest -- beyond the obvious -- but somehow he's having a hard time wrapping his head around it. And the way things had ended with Clark just a week ago... Miles' chest is all knotted up over it, a clouding feeling in his chest, like something fit to burst. He doesn't like this feeling, this untanglable mess of a feeling, doesn't like that he can't solve it at a glance. God dammit.
He had the good sense to change back out of his Dendarii uniform and stuff it in the bag he's been carrying with him all night, so that when he finally shuffles back into their cabin well past midnight ship time, he's back in his Barrayaran uniform, looking only slightly rumpled. The lights are off when he slips in, tossing his bag quietly onto his bunk before he folds onto it with a whoosh of a sigh. Too amped to sleep just yet.
When: the night of the 13th
Where: the kvortira
What: Miles gets back to the cabin after his date with Bel, confusion and feelings ensue
Warnings: EMOTIONS
Tonight...sure has been a night.
Miles' head is still spinning from it all, the ghost of Bel's mouth still on his lips, his pulse still in his throat even as he staggers down the hall back to his cabin. The whole night seems both to be a blur and to stand out in sharp detail, the warm energy between himself and Bel and every small touch standing out against a backdrop of blurred lights and night sky. And that tussle in the bar -- dodgy as hell, but it was exhilarating, being in the thick of things, back to back with Bel -- like the good old days, except it was hardly that long ago. But however exciting that brawl had been, Miles knows the adrenaline from that has long faded, and whatever rush he's feeling has nothing to do with the feel of a good fight.
It isn't as though he hasn't noticed the tension that's been building between them, it'd be impossible not to -- Miles has been trying to puzzle it out all this time -- he just didn't think it'd turn out like that. He still doesn't know what to make of it, what to make of the warm thrill that kissing Bel had sent through his chest -- beyond the obvious -- but somehow he's having a hard time wrapping his head around it. And the way things had ended with Clark just a week ago... Miles' chest is all knotted up over it, a clouding feeling in his chest, like something fit to burst. He doesn't like this feeling, this untanglable mess of a feeling, doesn't like that he can't solve it at a glance. God dammit.
He had the good sense to change back out of his Dendarii uniform and stuff it in the bag he's been carrying with him all night, so that when he finally shuffles back into their cabin well past midnight ship time, he's back in his Barrayaran uniform, looking only slightly rumpled. The lights are off when he slips in, tossing his bag quietly onto his bunk before he folds onto it with a whoosh of a sigh. Too amped to sleep just yet.
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"...you're right. I'm sorry, Miles. I know this is... complicated." He reaches out, hesitates, then briefly touches Miles' shoulder. "You'll work it out. But Bel's on your side whether you decide you want them or not, and so am I, all right?"
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"It's...alright. You're not entirely wrong, either." Miles rubs at the back of his neck, the short hair that's gotten a little longer.
"I know. I know they are. I don't know that that makes it easier, though. But -- thank you, Gregor." He lifts his head a little to look Gregor in the face, tired but genuine. "It means a lot. I just..." He blows out his breath. "I don't know yet. And I'd -- appreciate it if you didn't share any of this with Ivan."
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"It's your business. Well, and Bel's. But if you don't wish for Ivan to know about your personal affairs, I'll keep your confidence. You can have my word, if you like."
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With one final breath, he collapses back on the bed again, this time a great deal more loose-limbed. "I'll figure it out," he says aloud, though whether it's to Gregor or himself, he isn't entirely sure.
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"I have every faith in you, Miles," he says quietly, hazel eyes glinting in the dim light before he finally pushes off Miles' bunk and returns to his own, releasing Miles to sleep, or not, as he likes.