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Tweak says, "I don't like you. Leave!"

Gideon Prewett (gideoned) wrote in anon_rpg,
@ 2012-06-06 21:54:00

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!06/1981, !thread, retired c: gideon prewett, retired c: sorin yaxley, retired p: jen, retired p: michelle

Who: Sorin Yaxley & Gideon Prewett
What: getting throug the night and dealing with potions gone awry
When: Wednesday evening
Where: Sorin's place
Status: incomplete, closed
Rating: tbd; mild for now

The entire time that Gideon had packed up his things for the night (with Sorin close behind him), he could only think about how they should've known that the concoction they had brewed up at work would be effective if inhaled. It only made sense. Yet it was something that they had failed to take into account. That is, until Gideon and Sorin made themselves unknowing guinea pigs by breathing in some of its contagious fumes. Who knew, standing over the cauldron to inspect the contents would have them physically bound to each other? The magic of the experimental elixir, they shortly realized, made it impossible to leave each other's side. They had a few feet leeway between them before it was like hitting a wall if the other didn't move with them or follow along. That wasn't the expected result, but that was the thing with researching magical potions---they were very unpredictable.

It had been more than a headache to deal with since it had happened. And the rest of the day at work had went to finding the antidote rather than doing the research they were initially there for. It all frustrated Gideon. But when he found out that it would take at least 24 hours to brew the liquid cure, he was especially upset. That would mean that the two were going to have to spend the night like this---no space between them, no privacy. He really didn't want to have Sorin at his place, but the thought of going to Sorin's was even worse. Gideon was used to his things, his ways, his home, his bed. He didn't want to deal with this now after such a stressful day. But there was no choice. So he dragged Sorin back to his flat in Diagon, and went to grabbing up the essentials.

That was less than an hour ago.

Now, they stood outside the door to Sorin's apartment. Gideon gave a frustrated but concealed glance upward and let out a silent sigh. He was not at all happy about this, in the least. In fact, he was quite distraught. It wasn't even as if he was here, waiting for Sorin to open the door and let them into his place, because he felt socially obligated to do so as a friend or coworker. Or for some other stupid reason that he couldn't make a good enough excuse to get out of. No. He was physically, magically stuck to Sorin. He didn't have a choice but to wait it out. Sorin was practically nonnegotiable when it came to who's house they would end up at for the night and so rather than wasting more time with an argument, Gideon gave in. With a satchel of things he would need for the night, he fumed silently on being out of his element with someone he disliked as much as Sorin and, again worried himself over questions about what the sleeping arrangements would be like.

"I can't believe this is happening," Gideon groaned. "...certainly mishaps... but nothing like this. Ever. Not before you!" Gideon rolled his eyes and rearranged the shoulder strap of his satchel because it was getting heavy to hold while just standing there. "You know that story you told... on your first day?" Gideon jabbed a finger into Sorin's arm as if he had to get his attention. "Well, here you go," now the finger was pointed at Sorin's face. "Here's my answer for you. Count this and never ask me that again." He was, perhaps, trying to make light of the situation. But Gideon wasn't even convincing himself. He was bitter and annoyed. And maybe even nervous. Maybe a lot nervous. But he wasn't entirely sure why other than the fact that he knew that he still wasn't sure he trusted Sorin. At least, he wasn't at complete ease with the other, even after being called out on it.

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gideoned
2012-06-08 03:44 am UTC (link)

Gideon couldn't exactly argue with Sorin's statement. It did seem rather stupid now to say that Sorin didn't have to take it there. He did ask for exactly something like that.

"It's not a power thing," Gideon tried to explain but there really was no explanation for how this seemed to validate the other's intentions or trustworthiness. Gideon wasn't looking for collateral to dangle over Sorin's head, reminding him to stay honest. It was more of a show of faith, in Gideon's mind.

He recognized that Sorin was looking for some sort of escape when he moved around the couch. But it was pointless to attempt to get up and allow Sorin to move about. He wanted to distance from Gideon, Gideon could tell. And with him tagging along, that wouldn't exactly help. He stayed where he was though, resting his head and staring up at Sorin, trying to gauge if the other was really alright after the admission.

His analysis of the other man's feelings and current emotional state was overshadowed by the words that came from Sorin as he tried to brush it all off. "Annoyingly?" Gideon's voice was almost piercing as he scoffed at the idea and questioned the other man. "Since when is honesty annoying? That's not fair!" Even as he sounded incredulous, he was laughing underneath it all and standing up to join Sorin.

"You think I don't know how to cook?" Gideon asked curiously, only playing at being offended. It was weird finding out what Sorin thought of him and seeing how accurate he was or wasn't on certain things. Weird but also interesting, in a way.

Gideon was starting to feel better. The admission had worked and though it was a horrible thing for Sorin to have to go through and Gideon was sincerely sorry, he felt more at ease with the other. It really had worked in adding a certain level of trust between them. With a push from his palm pressed into the top of the couch, Gideon was quickly vaulting his body over the edge and was standing on the other side with Sorin in a few moments. "Alright, I'd be stupid to turn down someone else making me dinner."

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sinful_sorin
2012-06-08 10:25 pm UTC (link)

Sorin could have argued that it definitely was a power thing. After all, he understood the dynamics of power better than most, he felt, and he'd had Gideon looking at him warily since Hogwarts. It was perfectly natural for Gideon to need something to counterbalance that.

"I probably owed you an apology anyway," he said instead. "But apologies don't mean much, so ..."

When Gideon reacted to Sorin's half-joke, he could tell the man wasn't truly angry. Further, everything from his movements to his voice was bigger and more open, relaxed in a way that eased the tension and almost seemed friendly. As he'd always been extremely sensitive to the moods and emotional energy around him, the slackening of tension was a relief. Instead of saying anything that might shatter that, he grinned.

"I said almost annoyingly honest." Pushing forward, he added, "And of course you can cook. You're a brewer. But our movements are sort of restricted here."

With Gideon's exuberant bound over the edge of the couch, Sorin raised an eyebrow but smiled in genuine amusement. Unraveled and at ease, Gideon reminded him ever so slightly of Maggy, and the comparison both pleased and worried Sorin. Making sure they were both ready to move, they walked toward the kitchen.

As if his thoughts had called the dog, as soon as she heard them on the move, she was at their heels, running ahead to her food bowl and prancing about with excitement. Beside the cupboard, Sorin kept a little bowl with a blue bouncy ball in it; Maggy had a bad habit of jostling him as he fed her and making him spill the dog food all over the kitchen. He'd tried yelling at her for a few days, then he'd caved and bought the ball. Thinking that maybe he'd been a little defensive about Maggy, he handed Gideon the blue ball.

"Here. Keep her occupied for a few minutes, would you?"

He waited until Maggy went scuttling into the living room to quickly refill her bowl. Then, he began pulling the needed cans out of the same pantry. Tomato sauce, tomato paste, and vinegar were all set on the shelf.

"Do you like mushrooms?" he asked.

After he closed the pantry, he had enough room to move to his cupboard of spices. Italian seasoning, garlic, salt, pepper, bay leaves, and oregano were all set on the counter beside the other ingredients.

Gideon was still occupied when he finished the task, and needing to get to the refrigerator, he came up behind the other man and lightly pressed his palm to Gideon's back without a whole lot of thought. When they managed to move together without much awkwardness, Sorin was relaxing into a good mood as he pulled the frozen solid package of hamburger from his freezer.

"Can you thaw this for me?" he asked and handed the meat off.

Inside the fridge, he gathered a tomato, onion, and bell pepper. Staring at the pepper for a minute, he said, "I cut this up real small, so you can't really taste it beyond the flavor. I don't like peppers, usually. But, I can leave it out if you want."

Maneuvering them back to the counter top, Sorin retrieved the noodles and the brown sugar and then stared at his ingredients for a moment, mentally checking and rechecking his supplies. When he felt momentarily satisfied, he gave a nod and then pulled the spaghetti pot from a cupboard at his feet. Thinking better of it at the last moment, he turned to address Gideon.

"Can you think of anything I'm missing? Anything else you'd prefer?" After settling that, he began to prepare the sauce base and asked Gideon, "Would you mind chopping the fresh ingredients?"

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