Robert Hastings (
semper_cogitans) wrote in
lucetilogs2013-02-07 09:03 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Entry tags:
(no subject)
Who: Robert Hastings (
semper_cogitans) and Hamato Donatello (
i_speak_softly)
What: Celebrating the birthday of a certain Turtle.
When: February 6th
Where: Around the village, though the Battle Dome's a standout locale.
Summary: While there's some rare peace, Robert tries to give Don some semblance of a birthday celebration by doing everything he's terrible at.
Rating: Shouldn't be anything too bad here. PG-13 maybe at most? Or maybe B for Birthday.
Thanks to the genius of Don's winter room, this year the Turtle is actually coherent on the day Robert remembers he defined as his birthday. And while the birthdate might not even be particularly accurate, it's nonetheless significant enough to Robert that he wants to commemorate it somehow.
So what better way than by making himself look a little silly doing all the things his partner is so fond of? Don had already wanted to go for a run, and it was easy enough from there to suggest a sparring session of sorts afterwards - they've been cooped up inside too long, and need the exercise anyway.
All of this is a little nervewracking for the scientist, but he is determined to make it work as he makes his way to the Turtle's winter room bright and early in the morning.
One way or another, he is going to make sure Don has fun today.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
What: Celebrating the birthday of a certain Turtle.
When: February 6th
Where: Around the village, though the Battle Dome's a standout locale.
Summary: While there's some rare peace, Robert tries to give Don some semblance of a birthday celebration by doing everything he's terrible at.
Rating: Shouldn't be anything too bad here. PG-13 maybe at most? Or maybe B for Birthday.
Thanks to the genius of Don's winter room, this year the Turtle is actually coherent on the day Robert remembers he defined as his birthday. And while the birthdate might not even be particularly accurate, it's nonetheless significant enough to Robert that he wants to commemorate it somehow.
So what better way than by making himself look a little silly doing all the things his partner is so fond of? Don had already wanted to go for a run, and it was easy enough from there to suggest a sparring session of sorts afterwards - they've been cooped up inside too long, and need the exercise anyway.
All of this is a little nervewracking for the scientist, but he is determined to make it work as he makes his way to the Turtle's winter room bright and early in the morning.
One way or another, he is going to make sure Don has fun today.
no subject
"I... I simply w-wanted to be certain... of your exact r-reasoning. And in truth, your reasoning... m-matters little, beyond me wanting to understand - b-because, of course, if you do not want to, the point is moot; it will not h-happen -"
Robert stops, realizing he's verbally flailing, and takes a breath to calm himself.
"... I m-meant it to be essentially the same as... asking about any aspect of our r-relationship. Perhaps I... w-worded myself... poorly... but I m-meant to ask, before... before it became p-potentially relevant..."
Is his less-than-scientific interest obvious? Should he just admit what Robert already fears is so blatant that he sounds like he's lying?
no subject
"I have body-desire for these things you talked about, but I do not have rational-desire, and... my mind is of the greater importance." His eyes flick up to Robert. "Do we have the same understanding?"
no subject
"... wh-what if I were to... say that I had e-experienced both desires, in this r-regard...?"
As soon as he says it, he falls silent, like perhaps he regretted even putting such a sentence into words.
no subject
"You increase the degree of complexity, Robert."
no subject
"My feelings are... i-irrelevant," he mumbles, though they're clearly not to him and that's hypocritical in the face of everything he said to Don. "It... makes no d-difference, I just... I f-felt that... you deserve the u-utmost honesty I can give..."
This is obviously difficult for Robert to admit, and the man actually can't even make eye contact anymore. Instead he is just staring at the sheets, as if there might be an answer to his conundrum written on them.
no subject
"Let's understand together. You have total-desire... for me to do these things to you?"
no subject
no subject
"Robert, I am honored that you want me that way. But if I do those things, I will probably do other things that neither of us wants, and I will hurt you. Please understand this."
no subject
"... I a-already said, it matters little what I f-feel. You do not desire it. That has... b-been made abundantly clear.
I apologize... it was a m-mistake, to say anything..."
It's rare that Robert wishes he could just erase the last few things he said. This is one of those times.
no subject
"I - want it a little more, now that you told me this."
no subject
"... But... did you n-not wish to risk it...? I can... u-understand it... even if I t-trust you more than a-anything, kararbo..."
no subject
He sits up, gathers the blankets around his waist, and thinks a moment before answering.
"These are the things I don't want: I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to do things that you don't want. And I don't want to be with you and not be aware of what I'm doing."
no subject
"... These three p-problems require different... strategies, if indeed they are... s-soluble...
... Wh-what did you think you would do that... I would not d-desire?" Is there something he's missing here?
no subject
no subject
Still quite obviously embarrassed, the man focuses on some point on the sheets and speaks in an awkwardly faraway voice.
"... S-Since... the th-third of the prior September, I have... thought of this particular s-subject... though, er, n-not necessarily with the same level of detail, as... the w-winter period was when I enacted much of my... r-researching, on the topic..."
He stops, knitting his fingers lightly and curling them against his palms.
"... It is... ethically wrong, to... to d-desire such... such aggression. I felt... a-and, perhaps, still feel... that it... is not meant to be a-anywhere near lovemaking... and yet... the p-presence you possessed then... I was, and a-am, intrigued..."
He hunches his shoulders. Is there something wrong with him, for wanting that? Did Luceti just completely break him? Or maybe that was always there in his head, and he just never had the chance to think about it before? Either thought is a little frightening...
no subject
"You - liked that?"
no subject
But... I have been... a-ashamed to say. And your r-reaction..." It didn't make it seem any less shameful, no.
no subject
"I thought you were afraid of me."
no subject
no subject
"I - I don't know, Robert. But I'll think about it."
no subject
"... Th-thank you..."
He wants to restate how important it is that Don be comfortable - that nothing happens that the Turtle doesn't want - that Robert understands the risks and that his body isn't so weak as it was even six months ago - but he doesn't say those things. Instead he lets his expression say them, as much as it ever does.
no subject
He shifts, almost a precursor to getting up, and gestures to Robert's midsection.
"Did the nerve block wear off?"
no subject
This time, the motion comes easily, and without restraint.
"It... seems so..."
no subject
no subject
Whelp. This calls for some kind of extravagant late lunch affair, clearly.
"... I agree," the man says, smiling before pulling himself to his feet. There's a momentary waver, but he's doing fine and can walk without any problems after he finds his balance once more. (Good to know how well this works for future reference...)