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3ofswords ([personal profile] 3ofswords) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs2017-08-03 07:54 pm

[closed] hear the engine revving all the demons they survive it

WHO: Kira Akiyama
WHERE: Tim's house, general places in the canyon
WHEN: After Kira and Sonny pick peaches, August 14
OPEN TO: Tim Gutterson
WARNINGS: NSFW content is always possible, nothing immediately planned though.

It's been a couple of days since he put himself in Tim's path, or let himself be at the house to answer any calls.  The orientation house provides a distraction, a place most people wouldn't know him to be, but much as he's avoided the village at large before, he's never avoided Tim.  They'd spent entire days together after the quake, caginess washed away in light of Kira's cold, and after that week--well, he wasn't about to get kicked out of bed to walk home in the dark.

But now his power is back in pieces.  But now Margaery had picked up one of them, and given him a vision to worry about.  

The house felt easier to deal with.  It was down to just him, putting it together, and if something was going to happen to him, he'd need to get it as far along as possible for the next person.  Infrastructure is important, beds for new people, maps, a dedicated face and voice to deliver the most current information available.  Far too important to set aside for visiting some guy he's been having a good time with, so long as everything stays neatly in its lines.

He's as guilty of blurring them as anyone, but even that would be fine, no way of knowing how Tim feels about it unless he says something, and they'd all get home to hell frozen over before that happened.  But walking with Sonny had reminded him--connections are important.  Routines, projects, but also the little things.  A person to share a bed, a face you like the day better for having seen.  If Sonny is starting to slip in a place like this, there's no telling how much better Tim might fare.

As if to press the point about everyone's sanity, the box he'd taken to fill with rumored peaches had shown up that morning, another bottle of Grey Goose and a box of tea.  Knocking on Tim's door in the waning afternoon, he has the cardboard box looped under one arm, the bottle peeking over the edge, the space around it piled with his half of the haul.

It's a beat before Kira stops waiting for Tim to break the days of silence he himself created, remembers who he is, and shoves the door open without waiting for an answer.  "Come on," he calls to the house at large, "I brought you something."
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[personal profile] comfortablyerect 2017-08-07 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Kira's avoiding him.

Or, maybe Kira isn't avoiding him and he's just looking too far into this. That's probably it, because as far as he knows, nothing's happened that would make Kira avoid him. The last time they saw each other, everything was fine. Good, even. They teased and taunted and fucked, parting ways how they normally do. Still, it's unusual for them to go this long without running into each other, and he knows Kira hasn't suddenly disappeared because other people have seen him around, and--

Jesus Christ, this is why he doesn't make friends.

Tim's opted to ignore it. It's his favorite way of dealing with things, so for the past few days, he's continued about his business like thoughts of Kira aren't stewing in the back of his mind. He chops firewood and takes care of Kid, who he's been making sleep in the stables more and more often lately. He even makes trips into the woods to do some gathering. But it's later in the afternoon, and he's at home with all the windows open, rinsing some berries he'd collected that morning. He doesn't have to check to know who's at the door — with Cougar gone, Kira's the only one who knows where he lives.

Of course, he doesn't have to open the door for Kira to come in, either. He takes half a step out of the kitchen, eyeing Kira and the open door behind him, brows arched. "I've shot people for less," he points out.