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Tweak says, "grrr"

Cath Delaney (dian_cecht) wrote in inpoormerit,
@ 2010-03-29 22:01:00

Entry tags:

cath, cath and eden, eden

Stress Relief
Who: Cathair and Eden
Where: Uniform - 1
When: Sunset
Warning: NSFW

Cathair was mindful to be to Eden's cottage before the sun went down. Besides not wanting to deal with the bloody wargs if they returned with only a cobbled together slingshot and a few kitchen knives as weapons, there was always the possibility they'd take her again as soon as night fell. Not that he expected to be able to stop it from happening again. But he'd try.

He'd stopped by the pub where the lady who saw fit too feed them once a day had set herself up. She'd of course read the journal entries and asked him if he was going to see Eden. Never one for letting others in on his business, still he really couldn't deny it and endured the knowing look the Amazonian woman gave him as she handed him a large wrapped up plate to go with the overloaded one he already had to share with Eden.

Now he had food, a few types of alcohol and whatever Belle had decided to set aside for Eden. Most likely the apple pie she'd talked about. Looked like she'd sent about half the bloody thing by the side of the bulge under the wrapping.

Freeing up one hand enough to know, he waited for Eden to answer.

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dian_cecht
2010-03-30 06:51 pm UTC (link)

The pigtails were a bit disconcerting, but Cathair really couldn't judge the way other people wore their hair, considering.

He didn't miss the knife either and was actually glad she wasn't answering her door unarmed. Not that he'd expect her to with the life she'd lived and what had already been done to her.

He surrendered the plate and a bottle to her, closing the door with his heel and checking to make sure the locks were fastened. Yes, he could have said no, but he didn't want to. He'd never really met anyone he could relate to before. Both of his lives, he'd isolated himself to protect himself and others. And she was a female in distress, even though she'd never admit to it, and he couldn't resist that.

But it was different with Eden than it would be with another girl. It was more like helping out a friend in need than looking after someone who was helpless. Cathair never had allowed himself many friends. Odd that he'd start making them here so easily.

"No worries," he assured her. "I want to help, what little I can do." He held up the plate he was carrying slightly. "I brought dinner as well. Chicken and vegetables and beans. That one is from Belle herself. Said to give it to you."

He gave Eden a small smile. "With a rather knowing look as well," he added wryly.

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inthedarkness
2010-03-31 12:31 am UTC (link)

The pigtails were totally cute - shut up.

Honestly, she didn't think it really mattered if the locks were fastened but he probably knew that as well. Eden really didn't want to think of herself as a damsel in distress. If she did, she was going to start questioning her abilities in everything and questioning herself was not a good idea right now. She needed to be on the top of her game.

She arched an eyebrow at him, smiling a little bit. Really, he'd brought dinner? She hadn't guessed at all. Eden carried the plate and bottle into the kitchen and settled them on a counter top, uncovering the plate she'd picked. "Pie... Cute," she chuckled softly and shook her head a little. "Oh yeah? So a bloke can't visit without there being some ulterior motive, hm?"

Opening up the cabinets, she pulled down another plate so food could be separated between them. "Strange woman... I've never found food to be the answer to anything."

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dian_cecht
2010-03-31 02:10 am UTC (link)

They were cute. Cute wasn't something he associated with Eden. She was more exotically attractive like some sort of rare jungle creature who'd likely tear off your face as look at you. And he wasn't thinking like that because that was daft.

Cathair shrugged. "Maybe it's a cultural thing," he suggested. "Sounds like a great deal of it's centered around food in Southern America." He chuckled softly at the suggestion he had ulterior motives. "Maybe she has romanticized notions?"

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inthedarkness
2010-03-31 03:18 am UTC (link)

They made people underestimate her as well... Never let it be said that you died with dignity when you were killed by a woman with pigtails.

"The hell do I know about southern America," she mumbled as she went to take the other plate from him since he was just standing about like some big, gangly, Irish lump on a log. "Never even been to the states. Never really wanted to go actually," she uncovered the plate she'd taken from him and mechanically started dishing things out evenly. It was habit to split food servings as equally as possible so no one would bitch. Men could be so damned petty sometimes.

"Oh? Well I suppose if you demand repayment, I won't exactly say no," she tried to sound innocent but it didn't really work. Eden wasn't the innocent type.

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dian_cecht
2010-03-31 07:39 pm UTC (link)

Considering how she'd brought him low once already, he doubted her opponents were ever allowed to die with dignity. But considering the sort of bastards she'd been fighting, they didn't deserve a dignified end.

"It's not bad," he admitted. "Massachusetts was rather like home. Except not in the middle of a centuries old conflict and more extreme climate." He'd never wanted to go to the States either, but beggars couldn't be choosers and his father had friends there who helped him get out of Ireland.

He was being a gentleman and letting her get hers first. Besides, women were always fussy about portions and whatnot. Most men he knew just ate what was put in front of them, and if they were smart, liked it. Or at least, didn't dislike it out loud.

Cath shook his head, chuckling softly. "That would be sort of defeating the point of a good deed?" he pointed out. "I'm not that much a bastard."

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inthedarkness
2010-04-01 01:26 am UTC (link)

Well that was entirely beside the point but yeah, she didn't really allow the whole dignity thing. They didn't deserve anything but a long, drawn out death...

She laughed and shook her head at the description of Massachusetts. Really, she knew very little about the States at all other than they were loud mouths supposedly. She'd never really run into tourists from there - only people like her and they were a different breed altogether. "I think I'd rather go back to Australia... But stick to Sydney instead of home, y'know? Tiny towns are a pain in the ass."

Eden wasn't really fussy. She just liked to make sure everyone got their fair share. When it came to her particular cell it was grab or starve. The blokes weren't particularly keen on sharing. She put a fork and a knife on his plate along with a spoon for the beans and set it on the counter near him.

"I'll believe it when I see it," she teased, apparently pleased enough to eat standing in the kitchen rather than sit down. He could go where ever he liked. The thing of it was she wanted to eat in a place that she already had to clean as, while she had taken a fork, she was eating what she could with her fingers. Silverware was a luxury that she didn't particularly need.

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dian_cecht
2010-04-01 05:22 am UTC (link)

Cathair hadn't found Americans all that unpleasant. It didn't hurt that they had a rather romanticized view of anyone from a foreign country, but especially those from other native English speaking cultures.

"I've never been to Australia," he admitted. Well, he'd never left Ireland until he'd had to. And going back home was never an option. "Whenever anyone talks about Sydney, I see the opera house. I'm sure there's more to the city than that though."

He picked up his fork at least and attempted to eat as civilly as possible, even if Eden's table manners were more akin the beasts she'd warded over for so long.

Cathair scoffed at her teasing. "I walked you back to your cottage after you kneed me in my balls, that has to say something for me." he pointed out wryly. It wasn't that he hadn't forgiven her for that, but he wasn't forgetting it any time soon. It had been an interesting first impression at least.

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inthedarkness
2010-04-01 01:46 pm UTC (link)

She didn't get it. It wasn't like foreigners were super human or something. Well, what the Hell did she know? It was her fault for being well traveled she supposed.

"Yeah... That's what most people see but there's a great deal more. I'm actually from a tiny ass mining town m'self," she shrugged, not knowing why she offered up that particular tidbit of information. Still, it wasn't exactly important. It wasn't like he had a reason to do a background check or something. He knew.

Eden did at least use the spoon for the beans but to be honest, if she'd had some bread, she would've done that instead. And there wasn't anything uncivil about eating with your fingers. Once upon a time there hadn't been silverware after all.

"Oh I know... That's what made me feel guilty, you know. Such a nice bloke to walk me back even though his bits and pieces were screaming at him," she smiled at him with a little shrug of her shoulders.

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dian_cecht
2010-04-02 12:36 am UTC (link)

Cathair was far from well traveled and he still didn't understand the American love affair with foreigners. Must be a cultural thing.

He shrugged. "I grew up in Derry City," he told her, matching her unnecessary information for unnecessary information. "University city. My father's a professor. Travels all over Europe and the UK lecturing about Irish history." More information that wasn't necessary. But talking about anything else but why they were here would be a pleasant change for them all.

He scoffed. "My mother would have turned over in her grave, rose up and beat me bloody if I'd left a lady turned out like that, no matter what she'd done to me. And she'd probably scold me for leaving my guard down like that in the first place. Mam was a bit hard. She grew up in the organization, back before the ceasefires and treaties. She and Granddad made certain I was groomed properly, even though I was likely the last boy anyone'd suspect as being a leader in the cause."

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inthedarkness
2010-04-02 03:09 am UTC (link)

It really had to be and it was a silly cultural thing at that but that was entirely beside the point. It was likely the same in other countries - people thinking Americans were something special... Psh.

It really was more information than she needed but she filed it away for interesting tidbits about Cathair. He was the educated sort - she knew that, but she just didn't know it was a family thing. Honestly, Eden felt a little inadequate. Everything she'd ever learned had come from experience, not books, and that probably gave her a far narrower mindset.

"Well, those are the best types to be the leader, hm? Or even in the cause. I don't think anyone looked at me and said "Future pirate-slash-terrorist". More like "coal-miner's daughter forever"." She really did not want to talk about her family though as she hadn't spoken to them in ages and honestly didn't know if they were alive or dead. That feeling was definitely in the air and she focused on eating as quickly as possible like maybe the food would disappear if she didn't.

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dian_cecht
2010-04-02 03:46 am UTC (link)

Considering what she'd survived and done, she had no reason to feel inadequate. For all his education, he hadn't done a bloody useful thing with any of it.

"The sort who don't want to or the sort who plan before they do things?" he asked wryly. He shrugged. "Saints, at this point, going back to my shop and never picking up a weapon again sounds like paradise."

Cathair frowned as Eden began to concentrate on her food, eating quickly and not looking at him. It made him wonder what he'd said. Grabbing one of the bottles, he wrenched off the lid and took a long drink, then offered it to her.

"I came over to help make you feel better, not upset you more," he reminded her. "Feel free to tell me to shut up if say something idiotic."

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inthedarkness
2010-04-02 05:42 am UTC (link)

"The sort who plan. So sorry if you didn't want to," she rolled her eyes a little but was smiling. He kind of exuded that natural leadership ability and she was willing to follow.

She snorted a little as she accepted the bottom from him after having grabbed a paper towel to wipe her fingers off. No sense in leaving the bottle greasy right? "It's not you. I just... kind of screwed up a lot of things and thinking about family just reminds me of it. So I'd rather not, hm?" With that, she took a long drink from the bottle with barely a reaction and handed it back to him.

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dian_cecht
2010-04-02 09:43 pm UTC (link)

Cathair smirked. "Generally speaking, the ones who want to be in charge never ought to be in charge," he pointed out. He'd been raised to do it, his obligation to the cause by virtue of his family's place in the organization.

He nodded. "No worries," he agreed grimly. He'd made enough mistakes with his own father, who thankfully had forgiven his stupidity and helped him. "Just don't be a maudlin drunk. They're no fun to drink with." He smiled a bit, so she knew he was teasing her.

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inthedarkness
2010-04-03 02:48 pm UTC (link)

Eden shrugged. Like she knew. She had never wanted to be in charge simply because she knew she couldn't do it.

She laughed a little and shook her head, "I honestly don't remember what kind of drunk I am. It's been awhile. First year I was in Kenya, I made the mistake of drinking something with a local tribe. Turned out it was alcohol and pig's blood. Didn't drink a damn thing again after that." Okay, maybe that wasn't the best thing to be talking about while she was eating and suddenly she didn't want to eat anymore. Ed pushed the plate away from her, face having a slightly nauseous expression on it.

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dian_cecht
2010-04-03 07:21 pm UTC (link)

He was beginning to wonder if there was anything he could say that wouldn't upset her. Now he'd put her off her dinner. He shook his head and offered her the whiskey bottle.

"There's just American whiskey in there," he assured her. "Which is one thing I have to give them. Their beer is piss, but they make good whiskey." Maybe talking about nothing important would keep from upsetting her.

So far, he was failing at cheering her up at all. Which was probably a good indicator why he was still single.

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inthedarkness
2010-04-04 04:23 pm UTC (link)

He hadn't said anything. She had. It was kind of cute that he kept taking responsibility for things she had been saying that had upset herself. Silly boy.

She had never really expected him to cheer her up - just to keep her company. And as long as she wasn't screaming at him to get out, he was doing his job. Ed took the bottle from him and saluted him a bit. Carrying it out towards the living room, he sure as Hell better follow if he expected any more from it.

Flopping on the couch, she took another longer drink from it apparently content to drown her sorrows really quickly so they didn't get a chance to catch their breath. "Well I didn't expect you to fill it with anything else, mate. It's not like you can get roofies on this island," she teased.

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dian_cecht
2010-04-04 06:40 pm UTC (link)

Well, he apparently seemed to be picking poor topics.

He was trying to do both. Because really, lingering on what couldn't be changed or worrying about what had been done to her wasn't going to do her any good.

Of course he followed her, with another bottle of something else. He'd just grabbed a few bottles from the grocery shop besides whiskey. Cracking open what he had in his hand, he took a long drink.

Rum. Not his drink of choice, but it wasn't bad. Tasted of vanilla. Must be flavored. The label was in Spanish, so he could only really guess. Settling down on on the sofa, Cathair frowned.

"What's a roofie?" he asked. Yes, he lived under a rock. Or more, in a bookshop and his knowledge of popular culture was pretty much restricted to popular literature.

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inthedarkness
2010-04-04 07:27 pm UTC (link)

Once he was on the sofa, she shifted her position and draped her legs over his lap. What? He was there so she was going to use him as a leg pillow. If he didn't like it... Too fucking bad.

She glanced at the bottle that he had and arched an eyebrow, "Oi. What's that one?" Yeah, if it was what she thought it was, they were so trading. She hadn't really looked at the other bottles.

Confusion set in when he asked that very silly question. "Er... Slang for Rohypnol - a hypnotic used for severe insomnia. Occasionally used as a date-rape drug."

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dian_cecht
2010-04-04 08:51 pm UTC (link)

Her legs in his lap was much less distracting then her head there. He hesitated and looked down for a second before simply deciding it wasn't worth fussing about.

"Rum," he replied. "Vanilla flavored. Not my preference. I was just grabbing bottles." He offered it to her. "Want to trade?"

Cathair knew was Rohypnol was, he'd just never heard it referred to as 'roofie'. "Ah," he nodded. "No, I wager if that was my intentions, I'd get further just stating that than trying to force you."

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inthedarkness
2010-04-04 09:48 pm UTC (link)

"Oh brilliant," she said cheerfully. Rum. Hurray. She straightened up and scooted closer to him. Okay, closer translated into his lap which she really didn't need to do to trade bottles with him but she knew he was easy to bother and that was why she had done it. It didn't matter whether she was drinking or not; she was going to mess with Cathair.

Eden offered him the whiskey bottle in trade for the rum, "I prefer rum. Might because of my former life of piracy." It was a joke yet it wasn't. She grinned broadly at him - finally they'd found a conversation that wasn't about to depress her. "True that," she noted as she put an arm around his shoulders, "Any time, blondie. I'm not exactly shy." Understatement of the year.

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dian_cecht
2010-04-04 10:46 pm UTC (link)

Cath barely managed to move the bottle out of the way as Eden clambered into his lap. Yes, it did indeed bother him. Any man would react to a beautiful woman who kept sitting in his lap. He was also a gentleman, which meant he wasn't about to take advantage.

He traded her happily, as whiskey was his preference and it was something to distract himself with. Not that Eden was going to let him. He couldn't exactly push her away (nor did he really want to) and well, she had him trapped. "I've noticed," he replied, looking up at her. "Somehow, I think you enjoy winding me up just to see how much I'll take before I explode."

Okay, that was possibly a horrible choice of words. Cathair wasn't exactly accustomed to women throwing themselves at him. At least, being persistent about it.

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inthedarkness
2010-04-04 10:59 pm UTC (link)

Oh he could've pushed her away. A piece of her almost expected it. But still it hadn't happened so she was going to take that as permission. Laughing, she took a drink from the bottle of rum and made a pleased almost purring noise. Much better.

Eden grinned at him, "A bit, yeah. It's not like you've been telling me no, mate." As if to confirm this, she shifted to be facing him, straddling his lap, her body right up against his. "And now you've given me an accidental challenge. And I don't back down from a challenge." She waggled her eyebrows at him a little, grin fading into a smirk.

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dian_cecht
2010-04-04 11:07 pm UTC (link)

He could have, although he had no real solid reason to. And that noise was not helping. At all.

Between the purring and the grin, Cathair was back to thinking about her as some exotic jungle creature who was playing with her prey before devouring it. Which wasn't an entirely unpleasant prospect, but he hadn't exactly come here looking for this.

Although she had a point. He hadn't exactly been telling her no. He'd never had to. All he had to do was act disinterested and all the other women wandered off. Unfortunately, Eden wasn't reading his signals of discomfit the way most women did.

And now she was straddling his lap. "I did not," he protested, clinging to what little argument he had here. "That was not a challenge. It was an observation. Completely different things."

Right, even he didn't believe that. Saints, what had he gotten himself into?

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inthedarkness
2010-04-05 12:50 am UTC (link)

He may not have come here looking and she may not have asked him here for it but what the Hell. They were trapped on an island unable to do anything about it and she was scared. Like pie, even just flirting was a comfort to her.

No, him being uncomfortable was merely a challenge and a chance to annoy someone until they broke down crying. Or screaming. Or giving in and enjoying life. Which ever happened first.

"Bull," she called on him, shaking her head a little so her hair was behind her shoulders. "You like it too much for it to be an observation," okay, she was assuming but honestly, he was a guy. Unless he was gay or really picky, there was no way he wasn't enjoying it. Eden leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Bet you'd even like to try body shots." She was just trying to put images in his head now.

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dian_cecht
2010-04-05 01:28 am UTC (link)

Well, he was glad one of them found it comforting. It was getting uncomfortable in more than one way for Cathair. Which clearly wasn't deterring Eden any.

While she was likely absolutely correct on the first one, when she leaned in to whisper into his ear, his eyes widened and he let out a soft, strangled sort of moan.

Yes, he knew what body shots were. He may have actually done this once in uni, but he'd been far too pissed to remember. But he knew the basic concept and yes, there were images in his head, although they had very little to do with alcohol. Cathair shifted a bit in a feeble attempt to adjust his jeans in a more comfortable position.

Catholic guilt, coupled with the fact that this wasn't at all a good idea in any logical way warred with these images and exactly what she was offering. Which meant he wasn't doing anything just now. Except looking painfully uncomfortable and possibly confused.

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