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Post by Erik on Aug 11, 2008 11:52:54 GMT -5
"That is good, Julian," Erik said, pride filling his voice. "You are a credit to me. No son could make me prouder."
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Post by Julian on Aug 11, 2008 12:22:43 GMT -5
*Julian was practically glowing at Erik's words. A faint blush even suffused his cheeks.*
"I...I would appreciate your opinion on it. The specimen, I mean. Surely there are ways you might improve it."
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Post by Erik on Aug 11, 2008 12:44:48 GMT -5
Erik nodded.
"Of course, of course. We could work on it together."
One leg trembled and he sighed.
"Though perhaps not just now. I want to walk to the end of the hallway and back, Julian, before I give up."
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Post by Julian on Aug 11, 2008 12:51:45 GMT -5
*Julian nodded, offering a firm support if needed.*
"Of course. Let us do that, so you will feel better."
*He knew the importance of succeeding, even in the smallest of goals. It gave one hope for the future. Something to build on.*
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Post by Erik on Aug 11, 2008 13:06:38 GMT -5
Erik grumbled wordlessly to himself, cursing his fragile state and the fact he had to concentrate merely on keeping one foot in front of the other.
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Post by Julian on Aug 11, 2008 13:09:31 GMT -5
*Julian walked next to him slowly, barely touching him. He wanted to offer support if it was needed, but this was something that would be more productive if Erik did this on his own.*
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Post by Erik on Aug 11, 2008 13:54:17 GMT -5
Slowly, Erik made his way there and back with occasional support from Julian. By the time they got back to the door of the guest room, Erik was tired and frustrated with himself. But at least he'd been up.
"Thank you, my boy," he said. "Now I think... some sleep."
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Post by Julian on Aug 11, 2008 13:57:20 GMT -5
*Julian nodded, understanding.*
"In...your own room?" *He questioned gently.*
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Post by Erik on Aug 11, 2008 15:38:20 GMT -5
Erik frowned, creasing his scarred forehead.
"It seems to me a coffin is a poor sickbed," he said, not without humor.
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Post by Julian on Aug 11, 2008 16:02:43 GMT -5
*Julian nodded once more and helped Erik into the guest bed.*
"I only wish you to be as comfortable as possible."
*He smiled tenderly, kissing Erik's forehead.*
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Post by Erik on Aug 11, 2008 16:14:14 GMT -5
Erik wondered, briefly, why he hadn't procured his own bed when sex had become a factor. But then, he'd been too busy having sex on every other available surface to bother with it.
"Thank you, Julian," he said. "Erik will be well soon. Mark my words." He was drifting off now, exhausted by his paltry journey.
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Post by Julian on Aug 11, 2008 16:19:52 GMT -5
"I know, Mother."
*Julian slipped into bed next to Erik, snuggling close to him, lulled to sleep by the rhythmic sound of Erik's breathing.*
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Post by Erik on Aug 11, 2008 16:31:20 GMT -5
Erik was wordlessly grateful when his son slipped in next to him, cool and soothing against skin he still sometimes thought had not been pulled from the fire. He slept on, quietly, for some time until his eyes shot open, relieving the dream he'd been having where his skin burned, but so did Pina before his eyes. He slowed his quickened breathing and turned his head to nestle it against Julian.
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Post by Julian on Aug 11, 2008 16:47:13 GMT -5
*It had been so long. As Erik grew restless and needy, Julian embraced him, cradling him gently in his arms.*
"It is all right. I'm here."
*He started to hum softly, some half-remembered song from long before he'd existed.*
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Post by Erik on Aug 11, 2008 17:15:57 GMT -5
Erik smiled in contentment, settling against Julian as if it was themost natural thing in the world. Which it was, rather.
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