John Connor (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} johnbaum) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} omega_reality, |
"Must be hope for me, yet." Laughing, he shook his head. "No, I think that's stretching things a little. Maybe this boy wizard needs to go looking outside of the staff. If he's got this cloak and can go anywhere, he can go find another wizard to show him how to have fun."
He raised his hand to cup Brian's jaw as they kissed. Not protesting at all when Brian held him more firmly. "More real than anyone you know?" he whispered wonderingly, then kissed Brian again because there was nothing he could say to that without being far too sappy for either of their comfort. And Brian was moving the conversation along in any case. Staring at the medal in his hand, John couldn't help smiling softly. Lost causes. It was so appropriate for so many things. "If they don't, it's okay. I have another patron looking out for me," he replied, turning his head to look at Brian again. "Thank you, Brian."
Brushing his lips against Brian's again, he pulled back with a grin. "Since we're doing this now. Hold that thought for one second."
John got up from the sofa and grabbed his messenger bag, which he'd left near the door when he went out to talk to April. Bringing it back to the sofa, he settled back in next to Brian and then rummaged through the bag until he found what he was looking for and could fold his fist around it as he turned to speak. He didn't really know what to do with gifts. He'd never really bought one for anyone before. His example to follow was his mother who'd bought him a flack jacket for his fifteenth birthday. And he'd never bought anything remotely personal for anyone before. "I wanted to give you something, too. Merry Christmas, Brian." He held out his hand to Brian, revealing the double strand bracelet with turquoise beads and leather, a little silver charm at the clasp. "I thought it would look good on you. It's Kokopelli. He's a common figure in Native American mythology, sort of their version of Bacchus. A fertility god who heralds the coming of spring with music and dancing. He throws a party for nature, or so some of the legends go."
