Jareth (uncult) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-05-21 13:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !thread, jareth monaco, xiaoli fa |
sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell
Who: Jareth and Li
What: Food delivery
Where: Li's place in the tenements
When: Last night
Rating: G!
Status: Complete~
It was stupid; he never should have reached out. He knew that, had even gone nearly far enough to promise himself he was going to avoid them both. Except he should have known that he wasn't that lucky, and when Aspel had welcomed him to the Guild, any resolve he'd had had begun to crumble, leaving him empty and confused.
The idea that Li and Aspel didn't converse had never crossed his mind. He had so thoroughly convinced himself that they had agreed to meet here, in Emillion, without him. The truth, that it was all coincidental, made his head reel. And before he knew it, he was reaching out to Li over the network. It was true that he was worried - his body bore Li's marks all over, but he had never once left one on the other man. Had he had a choice, he never would have left one, not there.
He hadn't expected Li to respond. It would have been in line with the person Jareth knew to just ignore it. Li's response had stirred a mixture of feelings that he had been stifling for years. Aspel and Li all in one night. It was almost too much.
And now he was stopping by a dilapidated tavern, spending coin he didn't have, all to bring Li something to eat. He'd gotten the cheapest items on the menu - some soup-like substance, a stale piece of bread, and a hunk of unidentifiable meat. Leaving the coin on the counter, he headed out into the streets, trying to orient himself in the strange part of town.
He lived in the tenements, but he'd never explored it. It took some time to find Li's apartment and when he did, he stood in front of the door, fighting with himself. He could leave the food on the doorstep, knock and run, but that was cowardly. It was almost certain that Li would take the food and slam the door in Jareth's face without a word of thanks.
The thought hurt, but he refused to look any weaker than he'd already appeared. He took a breath and knocked.