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Date: 2014-11-26 11:21 am (UTC)
hairlocked: (To understand her destiny)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ Leoben sniffs, and grimaces, and drops his head down to pull the wire out of his wrist. The stereo switches to radio static in the meantime, and he gets the wire fall onto the floor with the bloodied knife, then wraps his hand around his wrist and looks back up, grinning victoriously. ]

I'm not as good at it as the others were.

[ Lonely noises. ]

Could you get the first aid kit?

Date: 2014-11-26 07:56 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (Love that bonds everything)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ Leoben waits quietly, then takes the first aid kit and goes about getting his blood over everything in there too, thanks for helping, Ray. He manages to scrub away most of the blood under the wound, at least, sprays it with antiseptic, then bandages it one handed, using his teeth to tie a knot like he's just come from the trenches.

He huffs, relieved, but holds his arm nice and high to keep more blood from spilling. And then there's just him sitting in a bloody mess, grinning cheerfully at Ray.
]

You're special because we're genetically identical, Ray. But you're human. Entirely, one hundred percent human. You're beautiful.

Everything you do, your entire life, is more valuable than any presidency. You have a calling, you just don't know it yet.

Date: 2014-11-27 10:32 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (The truths that float past you)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
Identical physically, perhaps, but you're genetically perfect. Genetically, Ray. It's a mathematical improbability, but here you are.

[ Bloodied, but ever so cheerful, and suddenly he lunges across the space and wraps his bloodied hand around Ray's jaw, leaning up into him, pressing very close. ]

Here you are.

Date: 2014-11-28 12:58 am (UTC)
hairlocked: (No one's coming back)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
But I--

[ He lowered his hands. ]

I don't even know if any of the others are still alive. I haven't seen any of them for hundreds of years. And you're so...so young, and beautiful.

You don't like to be touched?

Date: 2014-11-28 01:34 am (UTC)
hairlocked: (A part of me swims in the stream)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ Well he did leave a healthy smudge of blood there, sorry about that, Ray. ]

There were thousands of us, all the same, the same, and the same. And there was a lot of time, a lot of sitting around. We tried to reproduce--well, not with each other, that would be ridiculous, but there were a lot of things to learn, it was more practical to discover most of them with each other.

[ A flicker of a smile. ]

I can't help but wonder how close to the same you really are.

Date: 2014-11-28 10:42 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (This is not all that we are)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
I haven't done it for a very long time. Thousands of years.

[ Sad robot sadness. He huffs, then draws back into himself, sitting on the floor at Ray's feet. ]

Are we going to Canada?

Date: 2014-11-28 11:42 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (To understand her destiny)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
You mentioned it before.

[ Although he supposed going to the consulate was entirely out of bounds now, considering Ray wanted to keep him away from Fraser. He flickered into a wary smile. ]

Let me see...beautiful, Egyptian. So yes, thousands of years. [ He sighed. ] It used to be you just knocked them senseless and threw them over your shoulder.

Date: 2014-11-29 01:37 am (UTC)
hairlocked: (No one's coming back)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
You'd be surprised. It was the way things were done for the longest time.

[ He chews on his knuckle for a moment, inadvertently licking a lot of the blood away in the process. ]

You haven't... [ He gestured to the bruise coming up on his jaw. ] There's never been anyone else?

Date: 2014-11-29 06:40 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (Nothing feels like it did before)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
Not successful? You mean there were attempts?

[ He squints up at Ray, who's looking wary and uncertain now, and if Leoben was remotely human he wouldn't blame him. Instead it's awkwardness all the way, and touching his knee again. ]

You mean you couldn't close the deal. Do you think you've forgotten how?

Date: 2014-12-08 01:08 am (UTC)
hairlocked: (A part of me swims in the stream)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ Leoben frowns, going back to chewing on his knuckles for a moment, then raises his finger, pointing it upward at the bridge of Ray's nose. He stepped forward, leaned in. If Ray kept dodging away from him like this he was going to trip over his own furniture. ]

The women you ask out don't know what they're missing. I always thought so, but like I said, it's been a while.

A long [ Step. ] Long time.

Date: 2014-12-08 10:01 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (Foreshadowing each moment)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
[ No, there's no escape. Leoben makes a little jump forward and lands sitting across Ray's lap like a child appealing to Santa for pressies. He links his arms around his neck, cheerful, and smiles. ]

Come on. I'll take you out on the town. I can be your wing man. [ He leant in, nosing against Ray's ear. ] We can tell people we're identical twins. It's everyone's secret fantasy, isn't it?

Date: 2014-12-13 09:30 pm (UTC)
hairlocked: (The most basic article of faith)
From: [personal profile] hairlocked
That's your problem right there. How are you going to find anyone if you don't enjoy spending your free time with other people.

[ He definitely isn't going anywhere. Not at all. In fact he looks quite comfortable settled on Ray's lap, arms around his shoulders, and just to add insult to injury he lays his head down on top of his arm where it lays on Ray's shoulder. ]

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