¡Tink! (tinkhatespink) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-08-03 16:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, anders, tinkerbell |
Who: Tink and Anders
What: Anders comes home.
When: Beginning of the Giga Slave plot.
Where: Tink and Anders’ house.
Warnings/Ratings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Anders had felt the storm before he had seen it. He had woken up in the middle of the night, and while it was impossible to put the feeling entirely into words, it felt as though his body was statically charged, a sense of chaos and bleakness weighing down on him. It wasn’t until the morning when he looked out the window of his hotel room that he noticed the black sky. There had been a moment when he had thought that perhaps it was still night, but checking the time hotel clock next to his bed and his phone told him that that probably wasn’t the case.
He had been a little relieved when Tink had asked if he could come home, at least until the storm had blown over. He had kept a pretty firm reign on Justice so far, and was beginning to think that it might be safe. Even with him being as on edge as this storm put him, he was becoming more confident that he wouldn’t hurt Tink somehow, and he wanted to protect her from whatever this was. It was a magic of some sort, and Tink didn’t really have any magic to defend herself with. He had packed his bags, cancelled the rest of his room, and had gone home.
“Are you home, Love?” he asked when he let himself in.
The only magic that Tink had was her pixie dust, and it wasn’t doing much good for her now. She wasn’t flying. Her wings were pretty much useless--it was a terrible feeling. Like when one of her wings was torn, she was grounded. Though she wasn’t going to let that fact, or the storm, get her down. Because Anders was coming home.
Tink had to rush around the place, throwing away trash and picking up laundry. She’d gone a little sloppy while he’d been gone. Lady Widge could tell that something was going on, and had come out from under the bed--where she’d been spending a lot of time without Sir Pounce around--to see what Tink was doing.
She came rushing out of the bedroom, laundry in arm, when Anders came in. “Yeah!” She called out, then jogged to the laundry room to toss the stuff into the washer. “I’m in here!” Her heart was thundering with excitement.
Anders let Sir Pounce-A-Lot down from the cat carrying pouch in his hoodie, and let the cat go off to explore it’s home and find Lady Widget. Anders himself followed Tink into the laundry room, and reached toward her to embrace her and give her a deep kiss. He had been rather engrossed with his newfound passion of making things better, and hadn’t realized how much he had missed being home until now.
Tink had just tossed the things into the washer when Anders came into the small room. Tink turned to him just in time to be wrapped up in his arms and kissed deeply. Of course, she returned the kiss, finding that it was more passionate and desperate than she'd imagined it would be. She hadn't realized how much she missed him until he was there in her arms, and it was hungry mouths, eager tongues, grabby hands.
She broke her lips away, bringing her forehead to rest against his, up on her toes to reach. "Welcome home," she whispered, breaking into a smile. Even if it was only temporary, she was happy just to be with him. Not thinking about the end of the storm, not thinking about him leaving again.
“It’s good to be back,” Anders said, tucking a bit of hair behind her ear, and then he pulled away from her a bit so he could get a clearer look at her face. He had missed her face. “It’s… not for good,” he added, just in case. “But if it goes by without incident then I might be able to come back soon.” He was becoming a little more comfortable with the presence inside of him. Perhaps he had been too worried about Justice in the first place, letting what Isabela had told him cloud his feelings. If he had blown up the Chantry in Kirkwall, maybe it had been the best course of action after all.
“No, I know,” Tink said, looking up into his eyes and nodding sadly. She knew that this wasn’t for good. He was just home for the storm. She was trying not to get her hopes up, because she wanted to be safe--wanted him to be safe. “But you’re here now. So… let’s make the best of it?” She said, hopefully, her hands moving to his waist. She just wanted to wrap herself around him and sleep for five days. Or, well, other things, too.
“Let’s,” Anders said, kissing her again. “For tonight, you have my full attention. No work, no politics. You have my undivided attention.” That made Justice angry, Anders could tell. Justice did not approve of distractions, and Tink was Anders’ biggest. But Justice, for tonight, could deal with it. “Anything you want tonight, Love.”
“I just want…” Tink paused for a long moment, looking up into his eyes. Those were the same eyes she loved so dearly, and yet there was something new and foreign about them. About him. She wouldn’t have been able to put it into words if she was forced to. She didn’t know what difference it made, if any. “I just want to order Thai food, curl up on the sofa in our jammies, and watch Mythbusters.” She offered up, sounding almost child-like in her hopefulness. “Is that okay?”
It killed Anders that Tink seemed so uncertain. But then, he had grown accustomed to Justice’s presence, and Tink really hadn’t had that chance yet. He wondered if she’d still be able to love him now that he was also Justice.
“That sounds great, Love,” Anders said, planting another peck on her lips. “It sounds absolutely perfect.” As much as he wanted to be working on his manifesto, he wanted to spend some time with his girlfriend more. Besides, he had been working at it pretty diligently, he probably deserved a night off.
Tink was relieved when he said that was perfect. She broke into a warm smile, a bit more at ease, and lifted her hands to cup his cheeks. Then she pulled him in for a gentle, loving kiss. “I’ll go change into jammies, then. Can you call the Thai place?”
When she pulled away from him her smile was happier. “I’ll get the DVR set up, too. And Lady Widge and Sir Pounce can curl up with us and have some prawns from our Pad Thai.” This was turning into the best night ever. She stepped a few steps backward toward the bedroom, not wanting to look away from him.
Anders nodded, watching her until she went into her room and blowing her a kiss just before she stepped into it. It really was good to come home, and once he couldn't see her anymore he pulled out his phone to order their food, making sure to order Tink's favourite, some extra for himself, and a side of prawns with no sauce on them.
Once the food was ordered, he made his way to the livingroom, happy to watch Lady Widget and Sir Pounce-A-Lot playing. They had obviously missed each other, and he felt a little bad for separating them.
Tink didn't take long. It was just Anders, she kept telling herself. The man she loved; the one who had seen her at her best and her worst. She didn't have anything to prove. So she pulled on some pajamas and headed back out into the living room, tossing her hair into a ponytail. "So, Mythbusters?" She asked, turning to the entertainment center to get the tv on. There were three remotes controlling four devices. It was intense. Her brother set it up for her.
"Or is there something else you want to watch?" She still looked and felt nervous. Excited.
Most of what Anders wanted to watch involved some pretty heavy political documentaries, and even he was aware enough to know that they might be a bit of a downer for the evening. “Mythbuster’s sounds great to me,” he said, and that wasn’t necessarily a lie. It might not have been something he’d watch if he was alone in his hotel room, but it was usually a good time and it would be even better with Tink in his arms.
Which was what he wanted right now, especially as he caught the odd flicker of black lightning from out the window. He went to wrap his arms around her waist.
Yeah, the black lightning wasn't Tink's favorite thing in the world. Not by a longshot. She moved instinctively to him, letting her body settle into his arms on the sofa. She kept her eyes on the window as she clicked the buttons on the remote to get the episode started. Adam and Jamie would soothe her nerves, wouldn't they? She leaned in against him, giving a sigh.
"Of all the crazy things that've happened in Orange County... I think I like this black lightning shit least of all." She said, frowning a little. "At least the not-being-able-to-lie brought us together. I don't see this black lightning as being good for anyone."
“No,” Anders said, looking out the window and feeling that magic creep along his skin. “No, I don’t think any good at all is coming from this storm.” He knew that there was magic in the OC, he had it himself, and he knew that there was something magical about the OC, but he had never felt such huge gathering of magic before. “Except that it brought me home to you.” He kissed the top of her head, tightening his grip on her. If worst case to worst, he did have magic and would hopefully be able to protect Tink from whatever this was.
Tink cuddled in closer when his grip tightened around her. She gave a deep sigh. No matter what crazy, scary stuff was going on in the outside world, she knew she’d feel safe in these arms. Now that Anders was… well, Anders-and-Justice? They’d have to get to know each other again. But she still loved him. She didn’t think she’d ever stop.
The show came on, and distracted Tink for a while. Almost a full hour. But by the end of the episode she was thinking about black lightning again. Her eyes went to the window, and another crack of lightning made her jump.
Anders watched the show, only half paying attention. Mostly he was thinking about the storm, about the plight of the working poor, and about how much he missed having Tink there in his arms, surrounded by their cats. He wanted to come home, he really did.
When Tink jumped at the lightning, he held her tighter and nuzzled her hair. “It’s okay, Love,” he murmured into her hair. “We should be safe in here.” He almost wanted to just hermit up here with her for the rest of the week, but he knew he couldn’t take the time off of work. No doubt there’d be a lot of people panicking and hurting themselves until the storm cleared up.
Tink leaned back against him, instantly comforted by Anders’ arms around her. She sighed, melting a little against his chest. She wanted this again--she wanted to be with him. She wanted him to come home. Though, she completely understood why that had to wait. Why they couldn’t have this again. Not yet. Not for a while. Not until things… settled. If they ever did.
She turned to wrap her arms around him, feeling like she might cry. “Can you take me to bed?” Her voice was a gentle whisper.
“Yes, of course,” Anders said, voice just as gentle as Tink’s. He kissed her once on the forehead, then adjusted his arms, one behind her back and the other under her knees. When he stood, he was carrying her bridal style. “Let’s go to bed, Love.”