Sebastian Vael's through waffling (andrastian) wrote in angellogs, @ 2018-07-02 07:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, noah fon ronsenburg, sebastian vael |
Who: Noah, Sebastian
When: Current
Where: Craigcrook Castle, Edinburgh
What:Calum needs the office to make some phone calls. Clearly this means that Noah must go on a distraction mission to lure Sebastian from his lair. It's a pleasant task.
Rating/Warnings: Some PG-13 content and discussion of What’s Worn Under Kilts. And khakis are discussed.
Status: Complete
Now, Noah is not above fighting dirty. It's one reason why he didn't lose as many fights as you'd expect. His brother was all into swords and fighting falling leaves and shadows, and he just asked one of the blacksmith kids to teach him wrestling.
And his brother knows full well that habit continued.
Still, he's knocking on Sebastian's door and wearing a - not a short robe, Noah. A kilt.
Sebastian’s going over some notes from a meeting, but it’s nothing he REALLY needs to send to anyone so much as he’s mentally reviewing. He stops, hearing the knock and comes around to open it a bit.
“Noah?”
Noah leans on the doorframe. "Hi. Calum wants to borrow the office for some phone calls. I'm off work. Can I play the siren and lure you away?"
“Ah, hello there.” Sebastian smiles at him and stretches a little, until his back cracks a little. “And really now, does he? That’s new.” He suspects there are other motives at work here, but…
“I could see it happening, you ken? Just the sort of change I could use today.”
Noah offers his hand. "I feel a - did I get the pin right? I thought it wouldn't hurt to try the one on that I ordered." He's still a little damp in the hair from a shower, but it'll dry quickly enough.
Sebastian’s glancing at the REST of Noah now, and slowly grinning as he glances down, and then, OH. OH.
“You’ve…” Sebastian’s nodding, and looking at Noah like he’s suddenly very precious. “Well. I’d not expected….” He looks for the pin a moment. “Aye, you DID.” And he GRINS.
Noah's - right. That's partially a blush just from that gaze and the grin. "Shall we take a break, a gradh?"
Sebastian blinks at the attempt there and then grins . “I think a break IS a good idea, aye.” He’s getting up now to come around. “I’d no idea this was already in development.”
"It's not one for the wedding. Just - testing if we had the measurements right." Noah takes a step closer to reach for Sebastian's hand. "May I kiss you?"
“It’s still quite a nice change.” Sebastian manages,grinning and rubbing at the back of his neck a bit, and stepping closer. “Please.” He says, nodding and leaning up. “This is amazing.”
"Please don't tell me you secretly hate the maroon jeans." Since he had been wearing them in the morning. Noah leans in for a kiss. "Is this - overkill?"
“I...well now…” Sebastian snorts. “They COULD be worse, I’ll admit to that.” He’s seen people wearing worse, after all. “Could’ve been khakis.” There are some horrors in this world that even Sebastian can’t ignore. It’s one of those things that just kind of crops up in his head whenever he sees someone in them.
“But this...this is good.”
And he’s returning the kiss now, arms slipping around Noah’s waist.
Noah presses closer and wraps his own arms around him. "It is," he says, once he can talk, and he's caught his breath. He's got no idea why it's so heady, doing this. Well, he can make some guesses. "I have the sense to not get khakis. They had some in some sort of rustling waterproof fabric, but that same beige color."
And he can draw Sebastian out of the room, can't he?
Sebastian laughs at that and he leans into Noah a moment. “For my peace of mind in the future, thank you.” No really. Every time he happens to see Steve Rogers, which isn’t often, but still, the man has managed to be wearing those and it’s been cringeworthy. No one needs to be stuck wearing those unless they’re actively in the military or something like that.
And so he can. Sebastian’s willingly heading out with him.
Noah's got an arm around him as he walks. "I still feel as if my legs aren't entirely pleasing, in this, but - apparently there's some charm?" He's smiling slightly at Sebastian. "What is the flaw in khakis? I always guessed that it was that the light color showed every stain."
“There certainly is.” Sebastian nods. “And well, they ARE a bit...old people wear them.” He explains. “Or something along those lines. Personally, I lean toward the every stain showing aspect myself, because it looks like a pain. You should see how many of Aedan’s riding pants have turned out terribly after a show where they usually want them to be light.” He shakes his head. There are parts of horse culture Sebastian is NEVER going to understand. The dress code is one of them.
Noah snorts under his breath. "I feel old, some mornings, love. Have you had lunch?" And he's messaging Calum that the office is empty. For now.
“Not yet.” Sebastian says, and laughs. “Good point about feeling the age, I suppose.” He has to admit that there ARE days. Sometimes when he sees some of the kids he’s teaching to shoot, he wonders if he EVER had that much energy and kind of doubts it. Maybe it’s something in the water.
"Mug of soup, and I can curl up beside you while you do e-mails? Or are we going to have a lunch of leisure?" Can't hurt to check. Noah suspects he could force the latter, and probably have Sebastian acting dazed for at least a few minutes, but - "I honestly just wanted you to see the kilt and help out Calum a bit. Everything else is a bonus."
“I’ve got a while.” Sebastian says. “If Cal’s going to be making calls for a while, then really, there’s not a LOT I can do, in terms of official things.” And okay, that’s kind of exagerating but he’s pretty sure that’s exactly what his brother was driving at with this plan anyway. And it’s not like there’s anything outstanding.
“So, we’ve plenty of time, honestly. And I like it. Very much.” It’s nice to know that for the few times a year that it might be called for, Noah can definitely pull it off.
Noah leans to kiss his cheek. "It's surprisingly comfortable. Not heavy at all." Considering he's used to formal wear involving long coats or semi concealed armor plating, that shouldn't be too surprising for him. And yet. "I did bring home a loaf of sourdough. So we could have that on the side."
“I’d wondered how you were finding, well..” Sebastian scratches at his neck a little. “The ah...coverage and all.” He’s not about to ask THE question, about what’s under the kilt, there are better ways to find out, but he wouldn’t be a person in love with Noah, if he didn’t wonder, he thinks. It’s one of those things that’s only natural as a thing to wonder about, isn’t it?
“AND you’ve brought bread. Marry me.”
"It feels comfortable enough." Noah's heading to get some bowls and then hesitates in mid reach. "That is the plan, you know."
Sebastian grins and leans a little closer so they can bump shoulders a little. “Eh, aye?” He smirks. “I do adore you. You know the best ways to seduce me.” Yup. He’s cheap and easy. Sourdough and kilts. Go figure?
"Lunch and company?" Noah safely sets the bowls down before turning to give Sebastian his full attention. "I fear I'm just as easy, myself. How was your day?" The soup's nothing exciting - one of those lamb and barley ones, but he did neaten up the gatehouse kitchen a bit. The table's even got a vase of flowers on it.
“You spoil me.” Sebastian laughs and nods. “And not so busy as I’d thought. Some things to go over for the Lord Provost’s approval, a few drafts for a few proposals, and…” He shrugs a little. “Going over some emails but nothing that was anything major at the moment. My people are managing to get things done on their own. It’s MUCH easier than Starkhaven.”
"It's amazing how sexy competen - wait. That doesn't work when we're talking about appealing in a non-platonic way." Noah sighs. "Why isn't there a handy shorthand for that kind of thing?" He's got a bowl of soup, and he's managed to carry it to the table without pestering Sebastian. It is a victory. "Come, let's feed you before I go back to snuggling you like I want to be."
Sebastian laughs again at that. “There really OUGHT to be. I mean, I suppose, technically, you could use the adjective. It’s not the most FLATTERING in some contexts, I should imagine.” He snorts a bit. “One of the narratives surrounding Cal, if Hari’s to be believed, is that he was ‘competent’, in his wife’s words.”
And he’s nodding and moving to grab napkins from the center of the table. “There we are. Besides the bread, how IS the bakery?”
"I was amazed, when we first met, that you decided we needed help first. I wasn't expecting it." Admittedly, the first few - days or weeks were a blur, but that strange - focus that they feel safe and heal was - it was so different that Noah hadn't realized that it was possible to notice that it was different. "It was all right. I candied violets for a wedding party for most of the afternoon after we were done with the fondant." He'd been coming in early and getting done by noon, since the cool of the morning was usually a good time to do icing. "Then I messaged Calum about any shopping, and - yeah. He mentioned the kilt was done. So I picked that up and went on a mission."
“The whole thing was a bit amazing.” Sebastian nods. “You came around, all of you, right when we needed a breath of air in all our lives.” It had been in the middle of a lot of drama. True, Calum and Iomhar had resurfaced, and they’d been a HELP with things, but…
“It was nice to have someone new around to get to know. Someone who...I liked you, you know. Straight off.”
He IS kind of fascinated by the idea of fondant admittedly. Sebastian would be the first to admit he’s not fond of the taste of most of it, but it’s PRETTY. “It IS amusing you two managed to get that past me. Not SURPRISING probably, but…” He shrugs and winks.
"And . . . enjoyable?" Noah's honestly curious. "If I'm too annoying, I won't bother you, but - things like this seem like a good excuse to get out of the office and relax a while."
Should he even mention - "I was so - early on, when you were asking what I wanted, I had no clue how to consider that specific things were important. I remember that you were - visually, stunning, and you took the time to listen. Undivided attention is intoxicating." He didn't know that Sebastian was attracted to him that early. "I get the feeling people guessed I was your type early on. Your daughter seemed so amused when we'd hold hands."
“Ooh, very.” Sebastian purrs the word, with it coming out more like ‘verra’ as the brogue slips in there. “You’re not bothering me at all. “ He DOES wonder that they coordinated this so well, because he surely should have noticed Noah and Calum PLOTTING, but it’s not like they don’t talk about other things a lot, so…
“I tried.” Sebastian nods. “I knew what it was like then to have had someone, many someones who did NOT listen. And aye. I...had no idea what you did in a proper relationship, myself. Just the motions.”
Noah tilts his head. "So - I do have an appointment with Father Francis. Do you want to try discussing it with him? I am happy. Very happy. But happiness can't give you confidence, if I don't know how."
“I think I’ve learnt a bit more now that it’s not about any particular rules, is it?” Sebastian looks thoughtful. “It wouldn’t be bad to drop by. There’re a few things that I’ve noticed that I have no idea how to proceed with, so someone’s advice wouldn’t be amiss, but you and I...I think we’ve worked it out.”
"And if we haven't we'll survive." Noah's gaze flicks down to his hips and back to Sebastian before leaning to take some bread. "Listening is - we were in very rough shape, so part of the befuddlement was that. But it was a pleasure, meeting all of you, and being heard. Is the waist uneven?"
“Aye.” Sebastian nods. “And so you both were. Pretty strange how you managed to show up here. I’ve given up understanding the ways of this universe, or trying to. I’m just glad, myself, that they work out. And not from what I can see.” He studies Noah a moment, trying to determine other things now.
“Right, there’s no polite way to ask. Traditional or not?” He smirks. “Sorry. I can’t help wondering these things.”
"Traditional?" Noah glances downward, and - ah - right. "I've got no cleverness with my tongue, but I think we could investigate. See if I'm following custom correctly."
“Och, now.” Sebastian hasn’t even registered that things have gone beyond his ability to modulate his accent at the moment. Really, it doesn’t seem IMPORTANT in the moment. “I think we could arrange for an official kilt inspection.”
"The washing first, not that there's much." Noah's gathering his bowl as he speaks. "I'd not prefer to not leave again to put away the soup and see to the bread. I was thinking toast and jam, since bread pudding isn't on Aedan's list."
“That’s sensible.” Sebastian sounds SORT of approving. Considering what’s coming after, that isn’t like it’s going to take much. “I’ll help.” And that’s...he’s nodding. “Sounds like a good idea. Though I doubt he minds being in the presence of anything with dairy. It’s not as though he’s personally offended by the sight of anything.”
"I fear I'm still trying to make sure that anything he'd want to eat is tempting." Noah waves a hand. "Let the doctor say his weight is better, and it'll fade."
“Fair enough.” Sebastian nods. “I mostly trust that he’d say something now if it was a problem. Or, well. If he was being secretive...it’d probably be easy to ferret out now we know what to look for, but it’s a good option. Whatever helps there, I’d say. It does seem easier these days, now that he’s back literally climbing walls and all. I’m glad Jacob had the sense to kick him out of the fight club early, mind you. “
"I think he's angry that Jacob has pulled back. It might be something to discuss with Shaun, but - I'm still trying to think of how I'll phrase it." Noah leans to kiss Sebastian's cheek. "Let me take care of the soup, and you the bread, and we'll see what we can discover." He's feeling daring. Impish even.