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riosungodling (riosungodling) wrote in tensor,
@ 2011-02-27 10:19:00

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jay_guthrie, roberto_dacosta

Jay - Sunday afternoon
It was still dismally cold out as far as 'Berto was concerned, but the sun was out, so he'd dressed in thick layers against the chill wind and dragged Jay out to soak up as much of it as he could. He hated the way the cold seemed to seep into his very bones, and sometimes it felt like he could count every moment of increasing sunlight as they moved towards spring, even when clouds darkened the sky in a gray pall, and his cheer increased in lockstep with the lengthening of the days.

He pulled his knitted cap farther down over his ears and shivered melodramatically, though he tipped his face up towards the wintry sun for a moment, almost visibly basking, before shifting his attention back to Jay and passing the ball back to him with a sharp tap of his instep. "I still do not understand why people choose to live their lives in this icebox," he teased.

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	riosungodling 2011-03-01 10:32 pm UTC (link)
	"...there are marks. Red marks. Here." His hands were already warm, he'd let his power seep into them as he'd worked, and he dragged his fingers very lightly down either side of the welts on Jay's back, close to but not actually touching the discolored skin. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	wingbearer 2011-03-01 10:35 pm UTC (link)
	Jay hissed slightly, back rocking forward. "I think...this is one of those ice things." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	riosungodling 2011-03-01 10:39 pm UTC (link)
	'Berto pulled his hands away instantly, stomach twisting and expression going vaguely sick. He hadn't meant to make it worse. "I will get some. Lay on your stomach, I will only be a minute." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	wingbearer 2011-03-01 10:40 pm UTC (link)
	"Thanks, 'Berto..." He turned slowly, easing his legs up and laying down on his belly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

riosungodling
2011-03-01 10:44 pm UTC (link)

It really wasn't much more than a minute. 'Berto bolted out the door and down the hall to the lounge and the ice machine in the freezer, filled two plastic bags, and ran back just as quick. He kicked the door shut behind him and grabbed two thin, soft, well-worn t-shirts from his dresser on the way by to wrap the ice packs in.

"Tell me if you want them moved," he ordered, as he settled on the edge of the bed next to Jay and eased the ice oh so carefully into place over the reddest parts of the welts.

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	wingbearer 2011-03-01 10:53 pm UTC (link)
	He grit his teeth as the material met his skin, turning his face to release a wordless curse into the pillow. Inhaling sharply, he held it for a few moments, before releasing it slowly. "Obrigado." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	riosungodling 2011-03-01 11:01 pm UTC (link)
	'Berto smiled despite his worry, always pleased to hear someone attempting his language. No matter how badly they mangled it. "De nada. Twenty minutes for the ice, and if it's not much better I am taking you to the infirmary whether you want to go or not," he added. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	wingbearer 2011-03-01 11:28 pm UTC (link)
	Jay sighed, but nodded. He wasn't going to let 'Berto get in trouble because he was stubborn. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	riosungodling 2011-03-01 11:50 pm UTC (link)
	"Bom. Now try to relax. As much as you can, anyway." He layed a hand absently on the small of Jay's back and leaned against the bedpost, still watching anxiously. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	wingbearer 2011-03-01 11:58 pm UTC (link)
	He shuffled into the bed as carefully as he could and tried his best to do just that. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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