Alistair Theirin (bloodoftheirin) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-12-21 20:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alistair theirin, lara croft |
Who: Alistair Theirin and Lara Croft
What: Evil Mistletoe Strikes
When: Backdated: Sunday, December 20th. Evening
Where: Their House
Rating/Warnings: Family Friendly
Status: Complete!
Alistair was debating whether or not he was going home at the end of the week for Christmas and had been for the last couple of weeks. He hadn’t really spoken to his father since Maric had found out that Alistair was bisexual, but he had spoken to his mother and brother and according to them, they had no problem with his sexuality. He’d always thought his siblings would be fine with it, but had always worried about his parents and in his father’s case, he’d been right to worry. He hadn’t been disowned though, so there was that at least.
At the moment he was sitting in the living room, replying to a text from his brother. He’d actually been thinking a lot about his family since having the dream about sending the Mages away and realizing that one of them might just be his mother, which dream him still had no idea about, and receiving his brother’s armor that he’d been killed in. It was all very bizarre, because if the Grand Enchanter was really his mother then Goldanna wasn’t even his half sister in the dreams. The dreams were very strange.
Lara had been quite busy, though she’d given some thought for the holidays. She’d cut herself off from a lot of people and it was growing a bit lonely. Part of her was even considering dating again, just so her Christmas wouldn’t quite be so lonely.
But that was something she pushed from her mind, coming down the stairs. “Morning, Alistair. Is everything quite all right?” It looked like something was bothering him, so she sat on the couch next to him.
“Hey,” Alistair smiled at Lara as he set his phone down on the table, “Yeah. everything is fine. Was just talking to my brother. He was trying to convince me to go home Thursday night for the big Theirin family Christmas party.” He ran a hand through his hair as he leaned back against the couch a little, “Are you going anywhere or are you staying here for Christmas?” Maybe if he decided not to go home then he and Lara could do something.
“Considering it?” Lara shook her head. “I haven’t decided myself. I could go back to London but there’s only one person there and she’s better off not being exposed to the dreams through me.” Sam was… well out of touch and off limits. “Not that I’ve made many friends lately here.”
“Hey, maybe you could come home with me. Might keep my father from trying to talk to me privately.” Alistair really wasn’t looking forward to talking to his father about his sexuality. It was likely that his father was never going to understand and would constantly try and push girls on him who he thought were acceptable. It wasn’t that Alistair didn’t like women, because he did, but he didn’t want to be forced into a relationship. If he was going to date a woman, he wanted it to be his choice and to be attracted to her. But Maric probably wasn’t going to understand that. All his father cared about was the family’s image.
“I’m not sure I’d be the best beard for you, you know,” Lara replied good naturedly. “After all, they used to call lesbians ‘female adventurers’.” She winked at him. “But if it helps get him off of your back, I can try to help. I haven’t exactly put myself on the market or anything, and if it’s for a few days…”
Alistair couldn’t help but laugh, “I meant more as my friend. My father already knows you’re just my roommate.” When Alistair had first told Maric he was living with a woman, his father couldn’t quite understand why Alistair was living with a woman that he wasn’t dating.
“I am married to my job, after all.” Alistair did manage to make her smile. He was a good man and a good friend, and she had precious few of those. He was handy with a sword, which was somewhat of a relief - between the two of them they could handle any intruders, which was something that Lara thought about constantly. “Hopefully he won’t try to push for more.”
“Chances are he probably won’t even talk to me. Wouldn’t want to risk making a scene or anything. Wouldn’t be good for his image.” Alistair rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. He was glad that he’d met Lara when he did, otherwise he would have been homeless considering he’d just moved in with Zevran who then left town suddenly. He still felt stupid giving the elf a second chance when he’d come back.
Lara frowned, then put her hand on his knee. “I’m sorry. I can’t imagine having arguments like that with my own father. Or with Roth for that matter.” Not that she’d shared anything like that with him, but she was pretty sure he’d guessed anyway. “You could tell him to stuff it for the holidays.”
The last time a woman had put their hand on his knee it had resulted in a rather drunken one night stand. Of course Isabela’s hand had been a little higher up and much less comforting than Lara’s was at the moment. Somehow he didn’t think that what was happening now would end up the same as it had with Isabela. “Because that would go over well. I don’t know if he’d be shocked or pissed off, if I did it with everyone around.”
They were roommates for one, and friends, and Lara’s list of friendships-she’d-like-to-ruin was a rather short one. She genuinely cared about Alistair, though, and only wanted the best for him. “I’ll never really know if my parents would have had issue with my attraction to women, so I can’t really speak for you. But I do know I’d hate to be estranged from them.” She sighed. “But if it’s only going to make you feel bad, maybe it’s time to sit down with him and make him talk. Whether or not he understands, you can at least ease your own mind about matters if you have to cut off contact for your own sake.”
Alistair sighed and leaned a little closer to Lara, “Yeah, I know. I probably should talk to him, but talking to my father is never an easy thing. I mean, knowing he’s alive and well is better than in the dreams where I had no idea what happened to him until after I went looking for him, but it’d be nice if he was a little more understanding.” Finding Maric in the dreams had caused Alistair to wish that his father was a little more like King Maric in the waking world. “But I’ll have to try eventually. He can’t ignore it forever.”
Lara leaned in as well. She listened to Alistair speak, and nodded her head in understanding. "Do what makes you feel happiest, Alistair. Family is important, but so is your peace of mind."
And then, compelled by reasons she didn't understand, she leaned in further and kissed Alistair, full on the mouth.
Alistair hadn’t been randomly kissed often and normally he might have pulled away with some sort of comically shocked expression on his face, but for whatever reason, when Lara kissed him, Alistair kissed her back.
It was a nice kiss, as kisses went, but it wasn’t the kind of kiss Lara normally gave. Almost like a spell was broken, she pulled away and blinked her eyes. “I...ah...I’m not sure what came over me. I’m sorry.”
Now that the compulsion was broken and Lara had pulled away, Alistair’s eyes widened and he stared at his friend, “I….yeah….me neither.” As he continued to stare at Lara, wondering what the hell had come over him, he noticed movement in the corner of his eye and turned his head just as what looked like a piece of mistletoe appeared to glide across the room before it vanished, “Did you….did you see that?”
Lara followed Alistair’s gaze in time to watch the mistletoe glide away. Her mouth dropped open. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She looked back at Alistair. “This is getting bloody ridiculous. Rogue mistletoe?”
Alistair had seen some pretty crazy things, both in real life and in the dreams, but that was just bizarre. “I don’t even know what to think just now.” He ran a hand through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck, “So ah, that was interesting.” He glanced over at Lara, hoping this whole mistletoe incident wouldn’t make things awkward.
It definitely felt a little awkward. Lara rubbed the back of her neck, and cleared her throat. “I suppose...that that would be a new one. I’m.. sorry, are you okay?”
Alistair nodded, “Yeah. Don’t be….don’t be sorry though. It seems like neither of us could help ourselves.” There was no doubt that this was something Zevran would have found extremely amusing and he figured that Isabela would as well, if he mentioned it to her.
Lara decided that maybe going to Alistair’s father probably wasn’t the best idea now. Probably better to spend Christmas just here. Especially after this. “Lets...not make this awkward. We can blame the mistletoe.”
Alistair nodded again, “Blaming the mistletoe is probably a good idea.” He sat there for a moment before getting to his feet, “Maybe we should split up and check the house to make sure its really gone.” Alistair wasn’t sure how much damage he could do to it, but he felt like using his sword on it would definitely do some damage and splitting up for a little while would probably save them from making things awkward.
“If you hear gunshots,” Lara said, getting to her feet too. “Don’t panic.”