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Post by Javert on Apr 14, 2009 9:09:00 GMT -5
Javert's ever vigilant eyes followed the movement towards the alley before rolling up towards the heavens.
Maybe there was a God indeed... and that God hated Javert's guts.
In a split second, though, his attention was with the oddly-dressed approaching man. The concern, first name use and Asian features made Javert deduce this was probably the 'Lee' Jason had mentioned.
Yes... the Gods (whoever or whatever they might be) really did have it out for him.
The inspector took a little distance, standing in the manner of someone used to standing guard. This was a matter the younger man would have to handle alone, even if Javert was there for backup as always.
His dark gaze drifted back towards the alley. Javert knew who was in there... only one person in all of France was foolish enough to follow him. He could only hope the boy would know he'd been found out and would just leave without bothering them.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Apr 14, 2009 14:34:32 GMT -5
Jason was a touch surprised to see Lee and he stood frozen for a moment, not sure what to do about it. When his senses returned he looked back over his shoulder to Javert and gruffed to him.
"Wait for me a few minutes."
And then turned back to Lee and led him back inside the house. It would not do to have an...argument in the middle of the street.
Once inside, he closed and hovered near the door, cleared his throat and noted Lee's looking at his missing leg.
"Inspector Javert and I had a bit of a disagreement, the false leg broke. We are resolved now..."
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Apr 14, 2009 16:59:22 GMT -5
Lee looked back toward the outside, drawing his gaze back toward Jason. Passing in close range of Javert had given Lee just a hint of what the man was like - or perhaps it was just risen tension from all that he'd heard of Inspector Javert - but there was something that had made Lee stiffen up when moving past. Blinking a few times, he finally fixed his gaze up at Jason.
"A disagreement? Ah, well, I hope you are if he's in your company." He cleared his throat, raising a hand to touch Jason's face, but left it to drop onto his shoulder. "How are you though?" He couldn't be in too much pain if he was up and about... "I could fix it for you..." he offered.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Apr 14, 2009 17:44:40 GMT -5
"I would appreciate it."
He was stiff and uncomfortable again, the slight ease that fell over him in Javert's company gone. He leaned onhis crutch and decided to have out with it.
"You spent rather alot of time away. And I am unfairly distant with you. I've been rather cruel, I'm afraid, and must be crueler still..." he attempted to keep his manner cool, which wasn't difficult, not that he wanted to hurt Lee, but what he felt was indeed distance.
"I have found that what I need--in a man--" he blushed here, slightly "is someone a bit more...substantial and gruff."
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Apr 14, 2009 18:02:18 GMT -5
Lee blinked a few times, a little shocked to have it all coming out like that. He had felt guilty for pushing Jason into a relationship, but it still hurt to have it all out on the table, so... openly.
"O-oh..." He knew he had been feminine, even a little flighty as Jason's companion, but it seemed that it was quite the opposite of what Jason wanted. He had thought, erroneously, that because of Jason's hesitance toward a relationship, that he had been married before, that Jason would want someone who behaved more like a wife. "I'm sorry," he said, very quiet and dry. He took a step backward, nearly against the wall, lowering his head.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Apr 14, 2009 18:28:28 GMT -5
"You certainly haven't done anything wrong."
He reached up to stroke his thick fingers through the man's hair.
"And I would like it if you would stay here, keep your rooms. But I understand if you would prefer not to."
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Apr 14, 2009 18:33:31 GMT -5
He lifted his head in response to the touch, obviously quite close to tears, though he also looked to be doing his best to keep it together. He had shed enough tears in front of Jason.
"I won't stay if it's going to be... awkward with me around." Well, disappearing every now and then wouldn't keep things "awkward" if he was to be returning to the Monkey King's home. In a strange way, it was relieving. Jason could get on with his life and Lee would have... whatever it was he had.
Clearing his throat, Lee spoke up a bit. "You don't want to keep your friend waiting. There's a young man out there for him."
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Apr 14, 2009 18:39:53 GMT -5
"Lee...I'm sorry. I care for you, certainly...a young man?" he rolled his eyes. "Lambert. I'll sort him out. Javert will be staying the night, we've already eaten, but if you're hungry there's left in the kitchen."
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Apr 14, 2009 18:44:43 GMT -5
"All right. Thank you," he said, nodding and taking Jason's hand, kissing the back of his knuckles before letting him go. "I care about you too. I think I'll retire early tonight, give... give the two of you your space."
He was not yet sure of what to think of Inspector Javert, just that the made made him feel a little chilly, and they had not even spoken yet. Maybe it was just intuition that had set off an alarm in his head. The man did have a known reputation for being anything but nice.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Apr 14, 2009 18:52:35 GMT -5
"He's a good man. A good officer."
He shifted to put his hand on the door again.
"If you need anything, let me know."
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Post by Lee Chaolan on Apr 14, 2009 19:02:33 GMT -5
Lee nodded and put on a smile for Jason, escorting him to the door. He more or less wanted another peek at Javert before they left, maybe to see how the two men acted toward each other on the outside. In a small way, it made him jealous. Two inspectors walking together would be under no suspicion.
Sighing, he placed a hand on Jason's shoulder again, just a small gesture. "I'll probably be in my room when you get back." After a long, hot bath and some tea. Or alcohol. Whichever calmed him down quicker.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Apr 14, 2009 22:47:28 GMT -5
Jason nodded once and limp out and back up the block where Javert was waiting, feeling the matter severed and closed. Best to be quick and sharp with it all, he rather thought.
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Post by Javert on Apr 15, 2009 4:52:37 GMT -5
Javert's almost unblinking gaze shifted from the alley to Jason when the younger man approached, his features softening the slightest bit.
"We are being spied on," he said with a quick flick of his eyes towards the alleyway where he knew Lambert was hiding.
The inspector felt it best not to discuss the previous event... if Jason felt a need to talk about it he would do so, likely when they were in more private circumstances.
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Post by Charles Lambert on Apr 15, 2009 9:46:58 GMT -5
((Dude, that was harsh. I mean, to Lee.))
Lambert bit back an indignant "No I am not spying!" but could not help but emit a wretched little squeak. His eyes widening in fear, his hand slapped comically over his mouth, he turned and fled--somehow he knew it would not do to be caught hiding in an alleyway. What on earth had possessed him not to stand his ground? He was only protecting Javert, after all.
And now he knew that Javert had been... had been taken in by that lax, quite possibly deviant Cluont. After all, that man with the long hair! Living with him! God only knew what they got up to in that house, and Javert was all unaware. Never mind that he was the best detective on the force; surely his pure mind, devoted to his Work, would not have imagined such things of his fellow officers.
Lambert would just have to find some way of warning him.
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Post by Inspector Jason Cluont on Apr 15, 2009 14:45:33 GMT -5
((Jason doesn't think it was harsh, he thinks it was straightforward, which he assumes everyone appreciates as he does.))
"Mm. So Lee said. ...and off he goes."
He smirked and turned to continue their slowish walk toward Javert's home, wondering whether he'd handled Lee the way he should have--the man was so sensitive, after all. Well, he'd be fine. He could hardly be bothered to come home three nights out of the week as it were.
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