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Date Posted: 14:38:20 02/26/02 Tue
Author: Tristan
Subject: Definitely not depressed
In reply to: Barry 's message, "Bone-deep depression" on 13:26:16 02/26/02 Tue

Tristan grumbled to himself as he followed Marz up the staircase to the second floor. He was a little alarmed when he was pushed up against the wall back there, but only because he hadn’t been expecting it. Still, although he hadn’t been too thrilled with Marz’s choice of setting, he wasn’t going to complain, either. Not much, anyway. That stone floor did look awfully hard. And cold. Some pillows or maybe a blanket or something would have been nice.

Ugh. He shuddered, appalled by his filthy, lurid thoughts. Marz was turning him into a real pervert these days. Yeah, it’s all his fault, he thought with a grin, staring at the back of his lover’s head as they walked down the hall. He had to put his hands in his pockets so that he wouldn’t reach out and play with the little black hairs curling around Marz’s neck. A paragon of self-control, he was. That made him proud. There was hope for him yet.

Once back in the kitchen (Yay, Tristan thought, flicking his eyes briefly toward the ceiling), he accepted the java Marz handed him, wincing as he took a sip. He felt slight relief when Marz mentioned Tegol’s guys and Kazabet’s palace, a little satisfied smile coming to his face. Obviously, he’d gotten his point across, and there’d be no more talk about leaving him behind. Besides, no one here, including Marz, felt as close to Eremis as he did (his own master healer didn’t even seem to care as much), so he had that to fight for, too. Maybe in a way it was personal for him.

He followed Marz and Corum into the nearest bedroom, tossing Barry one irritable glance as the skull floated above their heads. When Marz sat on the edge of the bed, Tristan joined him, sitting behind him rather than beside him. He wrapped his arms around his lover’s chest and laid his head down on his shoulder, smiling slightly when Marz suggested Corum check out the closet across the room.

“Maybe if we locked him in the closet for five minutes,” he teased, speaking quietly but not so quiet that no one else could hear, “I could try to warm you up without a cloak.” He kissed the side of Marz's head before feigning a thoughtful frown. “But we’d have to lock the other door, too.”

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