Harley -- Dream 14 -- Missing you
Jun. 20th, 2010 03:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
justwantsafety((Effects: Curiosity, hunger, some mild sense of accomplishment, and a sort of warmth and fondness turning to sadness at the end, missing the big guy.
Note: First-person as usual. And the food smells will likely make someone hungry! Also, if it's in the narrative, you're free to assume your char gets that info as they watch.))
Harley was in the kitchen again. Bacon and eggs were in pans on the stovetop, one of each. He knocked an egg on the side of the pan and stuck his fingers into the crack, pulling it apart and letting the egg itself drop down onto the frying pan, where it began to turn white on the bottom, where it touched. He dropped the pieces of shell into the trash can nearby, and picked up the spatula to turn over the bacon, those browning strips of marbled meat, the smell of which was getting to him, making his stomach growl a little louder and the mark on the back of his left hand glow faintly.
Harley watched as the last piece in the pan landed halfway outside it, and lifted it up to put it back inside.
"See, you're getting it already."
Noireau, now well grown, watched him calmly from where she lay, in the living room, one of her toys between her paws. Rise was still upstairs this early in the morning, probably sleeping in. The kitchen was empty, save for him. Abel's presence hadn't graced the kitchen for months now, but some part of the back of Harley's mind still half expected him to step in, to peek over at what Harley was doing, to give him that subtle smile of approval which only seemed to touch his eyes.
Harley sighed and set down the spatula, bringing his hands up to wipe the leaking -- the tears, as he always had to correct himself still -- away.
Note: First-person as usual. And the food smells will likely make someone hungry! Also, if it's in the narrative, you're free to assume your char gets that info as they watch.))
Harley was in the kitchen again. Bacon and eggs were in pans on the stovetop, one of each. He knocked an egg on the side of the pan and stuck his fingers into the crack, pulling it apart and letting the egg itself drop down onto the frying pan, where it began to turn white on the bottom, where it touched. He dropped the pieces of shell into the trash can nearby, and picked up the spatula to turn over the bacon, those browning strips of marbled meat, the smell of which was getting to him, making his stomach growl a little louder and the mark on the back of his left hand glow faintly.
Someone had been there, teaching him to do this, once.
He watched as the man lay the strips of limp pink and white things down onto the pans, fascinated. As soon as they hit the hot surface, the smell intensified, and Harley could feel his mouth water, the knot in his stomach twisting a little tighter, demanding he eat some. He firmly ignored it, focusing his attention instead on what was happening with those pieces of this wonderful, delicious new substance called bacon, and what needed to be done with it before he could eat it.
"When it's halfway cooked, you turn it over with the spatula," the man said, the tool in his large hand. It looked almost too small for those huge fingers... in fact, everything about the other man was large; he towered over Harley by about nine inches, and probably weighed at least twice as much, all muscle.
And something about him was gentle, even with all the power in his large frame, and the scars that covered him. Here he was, explaining food preparation to someone he'd really only just met, but had already brought to his house and assigned quarters -- a bedroom, was the term he'd used. He had a puppy, a tiny, soft, black and white thing with four legs and a tail, that made little sounds and begged for food and wanted to play. He had yet to so much as sound angry, once they'd gotten to the house after he'd collected Harley... not counting the encounter on the way, crossing paths with one of the people who'd done Harley so much harm already. He'd been protecting him.
Somehow, even knowing that the man could probably bench-press him without any difficulty, he found himself completely unafraid. To the contrary, he finally felt... safe.
The strips sizzled, and after a moment, the man reached down with the spatula, sliding it under two of them and flipping them over. "See?"
Harley only nodded.
"Would you like to try?" The man offered the tool over. His short blond hair had a tuft of bangs, not quite as long as Harley's own, and pale blue eyes under them regarded Harley calmly.
Hesitant, Harley took it, and holding it carefully, he tried mimicking what he'd just seen. One of the strips landed back in the pan, but one of them managed to land halfway over the edge. "Um...."
"That's fine," the man said, watching as Harley tried putting the spatula under the fallen strip, to scoot it back into the pan. "Just like that. See, you're getting it already."
Harley looked back up at him. The man nodded once, quiet, approving.
Abel.
Harley watched as the last piece in the pan landed halfway outside it, and lifted it up to put it back inside.
"See, you're getting it already."
Noireau, now well grown, watched him calmly from where she lay, in the living room, one of her toys between her paws. Rise was still upstairs this early in the morning, probably sleeping in. The kitchen was empty, save for him. Abel's presence hadn't graced the kitchen for months now, but some part of the back of Harley's mind still half expected him to step in, to peek over at what Harley was doing, to give him that subtle smile of approval which only seemed to touch his eyes.
Harley sighed and set down the spatula, bringing his hands up to wipe the leaking -- the tears, as he always had to correct himself still -- away.
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Date: 2010-06-26 09:29 am (UTC)*and he's determined to keep looking at it like that, because dwelling on being dead where he came from is just depressing. :|*
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Date: 2010-06-26 09:47 am (UTC)[She rolls her eyes a little as she says the next part, and her tone is joking.] But it's already been a year since we've been here. I'm almost sure we're not gonna be leaving anytime soon.
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Date: 2010-06-26 10:05 am (UTC)[action]
Date: 2010-06-26 10:11 am (UTC)Only you would think about something like that, Harley.
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Date: 2010-06-26 10:15 am (UTC)*grinning at her... yay, he made her laugh!*
Don't tell me there aren't thinks you still want to do here. I know there's gotta be things in Somarium you haven't tried yet!
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Date: 2010-06-26 12:24 pm (UTC)[Have a mischievous smile before she takes another bite of bread.]
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Date: 2010-07-02 08:37 pm (UTC)((wth, self? "thinks"?))
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Date: 2010-07-03 06:08 pm (UTC)That's for me to know, and for you to find out.
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Date: 2010-07-10 04:36 am (UTC)*wait. That... that actually made sense!*
....I wonder if that means I shouldn't try roasting up one of those desert monsters. They kind of smelled like they'd taste good.
I know Abel said people could eat sharks, so maybe they really would...?
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Date: 2010-07-10 12:12 pm (UTC)And you really want to see what those taste like?
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Date: 2010-07-11 05:24 am (UTC)Actually, I am kinda curious.
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Date: 2010-07-11 08:13 am (UTC)[She sighs a little.] ...I won't stop you as long as you don't get yourself hurt or anything like that.
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Date: 2010-07-11 09:45 am (UTC)I'll be taking my crossbow... and I won't get too close to them. I promise.
*slight pause. Wait -- how was he going to get one back home? They were so big, and even in his horse-form, he doubted it would be a good idea to try dragging one down the road behind him.*
*maybe if he had some sort of vehicle to carry it in... or... actually, that thing he did with the sled, back in the winter, comes to mind. Hmm.*
...
*better ask Rise what she thinks.*
...If I were to go get a shark-monster from the desert for dinner, should I find a car and use that? Or do you think we'd even have a place to park it, and I should just rig up something I can pull behind me, instead?
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Date: 2010-07-11 04:09 pm (UTC)Maybe? I don't think I can really help you with that. I've never seen how big the sharks out there are supposed to be, anyway. Maybe you could ask people around here though?
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Date: 2010-07-12 07:50 am (UTC)So I guess the question's more of if you think we ought to have a car around here.
*leans over a bit to see out the living room window from the dining room, briefly. There is that spot in front of the house that he's been wondering about... it's either a rock-decorated garden area, or a spot meant for a car. He's not too sure.*
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Date: 2010-07-16 05:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-27 10:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-27 10:54 pm (UTC)*And then that piece of baguette pauses in its trip up to his mouth. He looks over at her, smile turning to puzzlement*
Wait. That's... one of those things people don't always know, isn't it. I mean... if you're asking me about it... then... that isn't normal?
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Date: 2010-07-28 01:21 pm (UTC)[This ex-idol was always driven to places and all that.]
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Date: 2010-07-28 06:29 pm (UTC)*little pause* You want me to teach you?
*oh god this is a recipe for disaster, isn't it.*
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Date: 2010-07-29 05:39 am (UTC)Maybe next time, Harley.
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Date: 2010-07-29 08:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-31 06:11 pm (UTC)