All Work & No Play

[amongthethorns]

[Honestly, they're all exhausted - not tired but just worn out physically - after getting called all the way over here to help deal with a sudden rapid spike of missing souls which had been caused, unsurprisingly by an influx of demons. It was an odd thing and they still needed to pinpoint the origin of this matter, after all. Neither they nor the Paris Reapers could figure out what can caused an entire legion of Hells most foul to ascend on the city of lights.

Thankfully, with the five of them working pulled through just fine even if Alan was just a junior and Ronald was a rookie still. 

At least the hotel was nice even if they had to bunk up; two beds to each room. At least they had adjoining rooms so if they wanted they could throw the door between the two rooms open and interact.

Alan closed the field kit he'd been using to tend even their most minor of injuries; huffing out a tired but relieved breath. His chest ached just slightly and his shoulders slumped a little bit.] 

Well, that was certainly interesting if I don't say so myself. I know we've still got a few more days here in the city just to make sure things are well in hand an find answers, but what do we do for now? I mean - what do you even do in Paris?   

[He turned toward his bed where a rather large suitcase was tucking the field kit away. He'd brought a few things with him. They'd put all their belongings into this singular suitcase - fresh suits, documentations they needed when they went to Paris's dispatch branch for briefings and reports, a few other odds and ends.]

Comments

[amongthethorns]

Ah.

[So it's the thing to do here since they're in Paris. Right then. He gave a breathless little laugh and moved to draw away. There was a faint smile on his face.]

That's almost poetry in a way. We shouldn't make Grell and Mr. Spears wait too much longer..

[ochitashinigami]

We'll tell them we got lost.

[Eric goes in for another kiss, feeling like he can get away with it now.]

[amongthethorns]

We can't get that lost.

[He scolds gently before drawing away before Eric can get that second kiss. This is a because we're in Paris thing and he's not about to get used to having it.]

Besides, it's been a long day and is starting to get chilly.

[ochitashinigami]

[He chuckles] I can think of something. [He leans in again]

[amongthethorns]

Eric...

[He tone is gentle and quiet. Words are racing up, crashing into themselves into a pile on his tongue but he's swallowing them down finding a better way to say what is there.]

I don't want - I don't want to start something that can't last beyond our time here in Paris.

[ochitashinigami]

Is that what you're afraid of.

[His heart is in his mouth. "

[amongthethorns]

[He's not afraid of it. It's a certainty. If if it did manage to be a back home in London thing it would have to end eventually; he can't stay. Is he really going to put Eric through that?]

I'm afraid of a lot of things.

[ochitashinigami]

Tell me.

[amongthethorns]

Tell you what scares me?

[He's moving to his feet, smoothing his clothes - a nervous habit.]

I don't want start something that will only hurt us both.

[ochitashinigami]

[Eric feels the tug at his heart that only Alan can give him. He strokes his hair again, brushing his cheek.]

You could never hurt me. And I would never hurt you.

[amongthethorns]

[Oh but he will. He will and he doesn't want to. He's biting his lower lip, leaning into that touch.]

I don't want to but it might not be something I can control.

[ochitashinigami]

[He smiles gently]

Like what? I can handle anything that might harm you.

[amongthethorns]

Eric, please.

[He knows Eric doesn't mean to do this but it hurts and there's a genuine note of pleading and distress in his voice now as his chest feels like it tightens.]

Please, I don't want to talk about it. Let's just... forget it and go.

[ochitashinigami]

[Eric hears the distress and his brows knit. He gathers Alan to his chest again, this time just for comfort.]

All right. It's all right.

[amongthethorns]

[Being pulled back into Eric's arms only makes that feeling worse for a moment but then he inhales a bit deeper and it ease. It's fine. He's fine - he doesn't have to explain anything. That was close and he hates keeping thins from Eric but this he has to. Alan was just quiet for a bit before-]

Can we go get that gin and head back now?

[ochitashinigami]

If you like.

[He wants to talk about this. Alan had frightened him. But, he'd also hurt Alan, and they can't have that.]

In just a moment.

[He holds Alan close for just a bit longer. Not able to bear letting him go just yet.]

[amongthethorns]

I would like. Very much.

[He wants to sit on a comfy bed - maybe bundle himself into a blanket, have a drink and then go to sleep. His poor heart can't take much more of this tonight. He rolls his eye but humors Eric. It's the least he can do to let Eric hold him a little longer.]

Okay.

[ochitashinigami]

[He rubs Alan's shoulder for a moment and let's him go.

He puts on his wide grin again]

You know you're not going to get rid of me easily.

[He'll never leave his Alan, never. Whether he's a friend or something else.]

[amongthethorns]

[He drew away giving Eric's chest a light pat. Oh he knows that. He knows there's not getting rid of Eric Slingby. He also knows that he doesn't want to - even if that's insanely selfish of him. ]

Why would I attempt the impossible?

[He absently straightens his clothes before moving to his feet pushing his chair up. He's placing bills onto the table tucking them under his teacup.]

[ochitashinigami]

[Eric smiles again]

Now, where do the french keep their gin?

[amongthethorns]

[He glanced down to his watch before humming softly. Alan gave a little nod before reaching for Eric's arm.]

I know where to go but we have to hurry it's just a bit away but we want to get there before it gets too much later and they close before we find the gin Mr. Spears likes.

[ochitashinigami]

[Eric lets him take his arm, his smile warming]

All right, lead the way.

[amongthethorns]

[Holding tightly to Eric's arm he's hurrying them across the street, down an alley a bit - a short cut - then they turn a left and here they are. Right across the street.]

Here we are. I remember when I came here to tell them about you and Ronald they had a decent selection of things. I'm certain gin would be among them.

[ochitashinigami]

[Eric nods and follows him, quickly spotting the Gin, and also some white wine]

Sutcliffe only drinks red. Why don't we get this?

[amongthethorns]

[Alan is reaching out for the gin with a hum, looking it over. The bottle is familiar enough that it might be something akin to the brand he's seen William drink.]

Is white wine going to be strong enough for you? Don't you usually prefer something a bit more amber in color? Or are you going to go light tonight?