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Post by Lukas Iversen on Jun 25, 2015 11:35:50 GMT -5
"You don't think before you jump
I said I wouldn't get sucked in" His promotion to Court Healer had had its perquisites. Of course, there was the status and recognition one was given as the most skillful healer in the Kingdom, but there were also other, more tangible benefits his new position had brought him. And to Lukas, those were just as important if not even more so. He’d been given his own private bed chambers as well as a separate working room, which meant that not only could he perform his healer duties and experiments without distractions, he was allowed to spend his nights in peace as well. And after sharing a room with the other apprentices for several years, his own little sanctuary was something he definitely could appreciate.
There were times, though, when his room felt a little too quiet, his bed a little too cold and large in the dark of night. And when that happened, he tended to bury himself in his books and studies until the sun started creeping over the horizon and he finally crawled to bed to get himself what little rest he could. He had never really paid much thought to marrying or finding himself a partner before. But he found that now, with his new position and privacy, it felt like the topic was starting to get more and more relevant. His father had of course been ecstatic when he’d heard of his promotion; after all it wasn’t easy for someone from a low class family to climb so high on the social ladder. And doubtlessly he wished for him to marry some lady of the court so the legacy of the Iversen family could continue in its new path of wealth and status.
However, none of the ladies in court had really caught his interest. He could appreciate their graceful beauty and good manners, but he’d learned that so he could those of men, and though he’d come terms with this realization it also had complicated things a little. None of the ladies had really appealed to him so far, but what came to men…
Someone knocked on the door to his bedroom. It was still early, but as a healer he didn’t exactly have strict working hours. When someone needed urgent help he was called, whether it was night or day. The person at the door didn’t seem to be in a hurry, though, his knocks followed only by polite silence, so he took the time to throw a dressing gown over his nightclothes before opening the door.
“I’m sorry to bother you in so early, Sir, but Sir Kohler sent for you.” It was one of the servants, clearly feeling a bit uncomfortable about having to fetch him like this. “He’s hurt his wrist and would like you to take a look—“
Lukas sighed and waved a dismissive hand at the boy. Damn that jack, always getting himself hurt. He’d probably tended to him more than all the other people combined. “Ask one of the apprentices to take care of it. They could use the practice.”
“But he asked for you specifically, sir.”
He stared at the servant boy, trying to silently have him back off, but it appeared the boy had more spirit than expected and didn’t avert his eyes. So he let out another sigh and gave in. “Just let me get dressed first. I’ll be there shortly.” He said, sending the boy off before getting back inside and changing into something more appropriate.
As he headed down the short flight of stairs and then down the short hallway to the healing chambers, he wondered what the young guard had gotten himself into this time. He always seemed to sustain all sorts of injuries whether it was on duty or during practice. And though most of the time they were just minor cuts or bruises, he couldn’t help his heart skipping a beat whenever he heard it was Sir Kohler that had been injured. He was generally very objective and professional towards his patients, but with the Jack he couldn’t help but worry. And he wasn’t exactly sure how to deal with this… attachment.
A few of the other healers were already present as he arrived, tending to the patients whose condition needed to be supervised, and he greeted them with a silent nod as he walked straight to his own private room. The Jack would be waiting there, as usual, so he simply opened the door and slipped in. “What idiocy did you partake this time to require my assistance at such an early hour?” He said in a way of greeting, lifting his brow at the man who indeed had been waiting in the room. He circled behind his desk, brushing aside some empty rolls of papyrus before spreading his hands across the surface. “If you’d asked one of the healers out there for help you’d already be out of the door.”
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Post by Mathias Kolher on Jun 26, 2015 3:25:17 GMT -5
Most people thought that he spent a lot of time training, and usually they would be correct. Sometimes it was with the guard to enhance his physical strength so he could keep wielding his trusty axe around. Other times, it was with his gift. He needed to work his gift to make sure it was in top form, which required a lot of mental exertion. He had heard it amongst the gossip of the court that most thought he wasn’t the brightest flame in the room. Sure, a lot of times he might not understand some stuff, but understanding things had nothing to do with how strong he was mentally. He needed endurance, meant for the long hall, not metal capabilities that tired after a little bit of strain. Mathis didn’t mind what the court thought; he honestly thought it was a good thing to let them keep thinking he was only the Jack because of his strength to protect the King and in the dark about his power.
He would admit that sometimes he didn’t get when people were insulting him, but that didn’t matter to him. The only thing that had mattered to him for a while now was what he could do to protect the King… that was until he ended up in the hands of the healer after one of the new recruits had gotten him with a sword. Most had been surprise that he had metal riped through him in that practice, but to Mathias, it wasn’t a surprise. After all, professionals are predictable, armatures were the dangerous ones. It was that first visit to see the new healer that Mathias had woken to something he hadn’t experienced before… a desire to get closer to someone, to find out more about them. He also felt like he could trust this man. There was no proof he had, just a feeling deep inside that this man wouldn’t betray him.
The first time he had opened his eyes to see those steel blue eyes, he had seen something in them. They had shown concern for him. That time in the clinic, he couldn’t feel the pain in his leg, couldn’t feel the way people were moving his leg to fix it up. Tracing up the man’s face, a man who he later came to know was named Lukas, his gaze traced the angular lines of his face and the way his hair like it was just the softest thing that could ever be touched before looking back into those eyes as a chance to ground his thoughts and figure out what had happened or where he was. Somehow, he felt hypnotized by those eyes and slowly passed into the realm of dreams; those eyes at the center of his vision.
But that encounter was a while ago, and since then he had tried to get to know the healer better …. Of course it was under the guise of making sure he was safe to be around the King. The man had also been born in Clubs, but it didn’t seem like there was anything that would make him suspicious. He always followed his gut instinct, it had never led him wrong before, an now it was telling him that this healer, this Lukas was someone he could trust, someone he needed to trust and get to know better. This trust and faith in his skill was what led Mathias to the Healer’s workroom today. He only trusted Lukas to take care of his ills, to not let it get around that the Jack had a weak spot.
“What idiocy did you partake this time to require my assistance at such an early hour?
Mathias could only grin at the man who never seemed to smile. Once day, he was determined to make this man smile. He wanted to watch how those eyes lit up with laughter at something he said. One day it would happen.
“If you’d asked one of the healers out there for help you’d already be out of the door.”
“That may be true, but you’re the only one who doesn’t treat me as someone to be in awe of. You tell me the truth. I’d rather wait for your honest comments. And the idiocy is really idiocy this time. I slipped getting out of the bath and did something to my wrist. I can hardly wrap in myself. So if you could I’d be grateful.”
Mathias only smiled wide at his healer-friend with that. It was honestly lucky that he managed to drag a shirt over his head and somehow get his pants on enough to not embarrass the both of them.
“Next time I’ll try to bring you something for all your troubles. Perhaps see if I can get some alcohol from Diamonds for us to share? Word is they have some of the best around.”
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Post by Lukas Iversen on Jun 26, 2015 13:46:28 GMT -5
“That may be true, but you’re the only one who doesn’t treat me as someone to be in awe of. You tell me the truth. I’d rather wait for your honest comments. And the idiocy is really idiocy this time. I slipped getting out of the bath and did something to my wrist. I can hardly wrap in myself. So if you could I’d be grateful.”
He wanted to say that he doubted most people were in any particular awe of the newly appointed Jack, but he bit his tongue. After all, no matter how brash or foolish the man could be, there was no denying his skills as a soldier. Just like he had great passion for his own profession, he knew that protecting the royalty was Mathias’ passion, and he would make fun of him for that. What came to other things, though…
“I’m glad my honesty is appreciated.” He said instead, straightening his back again as he let his eyes rest on the Jack opposite of him. It seemed he was telling the truth about slipping; his hair was still a little wet from the bath, the tips stained darker blonde and falling around his face instead of sticking up in their usual, crazy way. His clothes were all askew, haphazardly thrown on and leaving a sliver of a collarbone and strong chest for all the world to see. So shameless.
His eyes drifted back to the other’s face, and he felt his cheeks warming slightly at the smile that was directed at him. The Jack was always smiling like that, too wide and too bright, like he had no care in the world, no secrets to keep. And it both drew him in and annoyed him to no end at the same time.
“Next time I’ll try to bring you something for all your troubles. Perhaps see if I can get some alcohol from Diamonds for us to share? Word is they have some of the best around.”
“I’ve heard such rumors, yes.” He agreed, turning his head to hide the lingering embarrassment he was worried might show on his face. “But I’m afraid drinking isn’t something I can indulge in that much these days. Wouldn’t you prefer the company of the other castle guards?” Not that the idea of spending time alone with Sir Kohler didn’t appeal to him, but he had his duties as a healer and he couldn’t risk getting intoxicated and then having a patient brought in in dire need of an operation. Besides, he wasn’t quite sure why the Jack was asking. He had noted that the man seemed to seek him out from time to time and wouldn’t take treatment from anyone else, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything. He didn’t want to make things awkward by simply assuming.
“Should we take a look at your wrist then, sir Kohler?” He asked, trying to steer the conversation back to the tracks of professionalism. He circled around the desk again and pulled out another chair to sit beside younger man before taking his hand carefully. His palms were rough, hardened from all the training with sword and axe, but the skin of his wrists was surprisingly soft to the touch. “Does it hurt all the time, or just when you move it?” He asked, keeping his eyes firmly on the injured wrist. He was already painfully aware of how close they were without staring straight into those too blue eyes. The wrist didn’t appear to be broken but it could be sprained, which was still likely to keep the Jack from his training for a few days.
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Post by Mathias Kolher on Jul 28, 2015 7:19:36 GMT -5
"But I’m afraid drinking isn’t something I can indulge in that much these days. Wouldn’t you prefer the company of the other castle guards?"
Mathias was disappointed, yes, but it didn't deter him. He wasn't precisely sure what he was trying to do, only that he wanted he had found himself wanting to spend more time with the healer. In all of Mathis life, he had never seen such a reserved person such as Lukas. Over these days that he had seen the healer for various wounds, he had gotten to know bits and pieces about his life, and all it did was make Mathias want to learn more. So he only smiled and shrugged in response to the decline of his offer. Matias knew he should have known that the man wouldn't drink, but he still extended the offer as it was his go to for an evening with friends
"No worries, we can find something else to do. And I do enjoy the company of the other guards, but they aren't my only friends, and you, or as I've been told, need to get out of your work and your quarters more often. "
He would have pointed at the healer, but it was near impossible at this moment, what with one hand that was incapacitated and the other being used to scratch the side of his neck where a random water drop fell from his hair and tickled his neck. He was sure the Healer had noticed that he only went to him, and really, it was because he trusted this man not to accidentally botch something, unlike the students and the other healers he didn't know. He couldn't take a risk in something going wrong or being set wrong, he needed to be able to protect and serve at a moment’s notice. It was all about trust... and a little bit about trying to get to know the guy more.
"Should we take a look at your wrist then, Sir Kohler? Does it hurt all the time or just when you move it?"
“I'd really prefer if you'd call me Mathias... Sir Kohler makes me feel like an old man. I know it’s my title, but I only use it while on duty or for official matters. And it’s a deep, constant throb, except when I have to move it, and then it hurts like a bi.... uh, and hurts a lot."
Shaking his head, he bit off his language, unsure of how the healer would react. That’s another reason why he liked coming to Lukas, most of what he did and said didn’t seem to faze the man any. Mathias knew how he acted like an idiot most times, and sometimes it wasn’t faked, but he liked to throw people off guard, to keep them underestimating him, it kept people from thinking they could just take his position. How he thought it was, if the man seemed this much of an idiot, how dangerous was he really to feel comfortable acting in such a way?
“How about I take you out to this meadow on the outside of the grounds that I found? There were some really interesting looking plants there.”
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Post by Lukas Iversen on Jul 29, 2015 17:34:28 GMT -5
"No worries, we can find something else to do. And I do enjoy the company of the other guards, but they aren't my only friends, and you, or as I've been told, need to get out of your work and your quarters more often. "
If it wasn’t for the suggestion they do something else after he’d declined the other’s offer for drinks, Lukas would’ve just assumed that maybe Sir Kohler wasn’t really that keen on spending time with him outside of business after all. He hadn’t seemed too disappointed at the rejection, after all, though he supposed he should know by now that the guard was extremely hard to deter from something he’d set his mind to. A rejection for him was merely a small obstacle, a scratch rather than a fatal injury. And it seemed that this time the man was fixed on repaying him for his services somehow.
“I’m happy that my social well-being concerns you.” He said, though in reality he wasn’t sure whether he should wonder more about who exactly had told such things to the Jack or the fact that the man had implied he considered him a friend. That felt strange to him, somehow. He’d had lovers in the court, colleagues and partners, people for him to serve and people to serve him. But thinking about the possibility of friends… It seemed alien to him. Friendship was something that required trust, and trust wasn’t something that came easy to him.
“I'd really prefer if you'd call me Mathias... Sir Kohler makes me feel like an old man. I know it’s my title, but I only use it while on duty or for official matters. And it’s a deep, constant throb, except when I have to move it, and then it hurts like a bi.... uh, and hurts a lot."
He glanced up from the injured wrist at the unexpected request, regretting it the moment their eyes met. They were too close, close enough to clearly make out the faint speckling of freckles on the other’s cheeks and smell the lingering scent of water and soap on his skin. If it hadn’t been extremely unprofessional, he would’ve liked to lean in and press his lips to the smooth skin of his neck, run his fingers over his body and see whether he could ruin that cleanliness that so poorly suited the soldier.
So much for being friends.
A drop of water fell from Mathias’ hair and landed on the back of his hand, pulling him back from his inappropriate thoughts. He wanted to smack himself for being such a fool, but forced his features to remain blank as he pulled back an inch and gave the other a nod. “Very well, Mathias.” He said, gently running his fingers over the Jack’s wrist. “No need to watch your tongue with me. A curse or two isn’t the worst I’ve heard come out from my patients’ mouths.” Usually, the more the patients cursed, the less severe their injury was. Painful, maybe, but not life threatening. It was the wails and cries of dying men that were much more unsettling.
“How about I take you out to this meadow on the outside of the grounds that I found? There were some really interesting looking plants there.”
He glanced up at Mathias again, though this time he was able to keep his thoughts under control. Though he still couldn’t help but wonder whether there was more to the suggestion than just regular kindness. Drinking had sounded something right up the Jack’s alley, but looking at plants certainly did not. And if Mathias was willing to do something that he found tedious or boring just to be nice to him… Well, he couldn’t really refuse. Not that he felt any desire to do so.
“That’s going to have to wait, I need to wrap up your wrist. It’s sprained.” He said before sliding his fingers a little further up the other’s forearm and softening his expression just a little. “But I’ll look forward to it. After all, I do need to get out more.” Pushing his chair back a little, he let go of Mathias to get some supplies, gathering a selection of soothing balms and bandages on his desk before sitting back down and getting to work.
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Post by Mathias Kolher on Jul 30, 2015 17:29:53 GMT -5
“Very well, Mathias. No need to watch your tongue with me. A curse or two isn’t the worst I’ve heard come out from my patients’ mouths.”
He could help smile that spread across his lips as the other said his name in that airy voice of his. It danced along his ears and down his back, a warm feeling building in his chest. His name sounded powerful rolling off o Lukas tongue like that. And he also couldn’t help the brief thought of just what his tongue could do for the man in front of him, never mind the fact that he didn’t know exactly how Lukas felt or that he wasn’t usually in situations that required delicate action and not striking things with a sword and axe. The look Lukas was giving him wasn’t helping those thoughts either, but Mathias knew he could be taking the look wrong as well, he wasn’t on the receiving end of wanting looks very often. Though he was distracted from his not so innocent thoughts when his wrist was moved in examination. The pain shot through his arm and caused a curse to fall from his lips, not a chance at being held back this time. He almost couldn’t believe at how much pain his wrist was bringing him and it wasn’t even terrible wounded.
“That’s going to have to wait; I need to wrap up your wrist. It’s sprained. But I’ll look forward to it. After all, I do need to get out more.”
Rolling his eyes at that comment, he bit is tongue, no need to let his pain affect his words with Lukas; he didn’t want to drive him away by sarcastically pointing out that he didn’t mean now. Though the soft touch of those fingers trailing up the skin of his arm distracted him from the pain, he nodded and moved to hold his arm as Lukas walked away, coming back with supplies.
"Perhaps this weekend? I’ve got a bit of time free in the evening just after dinner. I could meet you here and then we could go to the meadow to see the flowers and watch the sun set?’
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Post by Lukas Iversen on Sept 5, 2015 12:12:26 GMT -5
Judging from the curse that Mathias had let out as he’d examined his wrist, the injury was quite tender to the touch. Something that didn’t surprise him; sprained joints were not by any mean lethal, but they hurt much more than one might assume. And they also tended to render whatever poor limb that was affected useless, and the Kingdom of Hearts certainly couldn’t do with an injured Jack.
"Perhaps this weekend? I’ve got a bit of time free in the evening just after dinner. I could meet you here and then we could go to the meadow to see the flowers and watch the sun set?’
He smiled a little at Mathias’ suggestion but made sure to keep his eyes firmly down on the other’s wrist as he started spreading the soothing balm over the other’s wrist and palm, the rusty red tint of the medicine hinting at the secret ingredient. Maybe it was a bit foolish, to use something containing his blood for a minor injury like this, but he also thought that the Jack was important enough a position to justify it this one time. And, well, he had always dealt with Mathias' injuries a little worse than anyone else's. He was someone he didn't like to see hurt, yet the Jack was the one person in the Kingdom who always seemed to require his assistance. It was like he was doing it on purpose. “Sunset? I never imagined you had a taste for such things.” He said, glancing up at the other once he was sure his smile would be more teasing than genuinely pleased. Because he was pleased, growing more and more certain with each moment that this was no ordinary meeting meant to just pass time. Sunset walks in the meadow with a gallant knight were something young ladies would dream off, not something a soldier would suggest to another man just to pass time.
“But I suppose the time would be sufficient.” He added before Mathias would jump into any conclusions and assume he was rejecting his invitation. Massaging the healing balm gently into the Jack’s skin, he then reached for the bandages and started to wrap the injured wrist, making sure it was secure but not too tight. “Shall I wait for you at the gates?” He wrapped a second layer of bandages on the wrist and gave Mathias another teasing look. “Or would you rather retrieve me from my tower?”
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Post by Mathias Kolher on Sept 24, 2015 11:48:31 GMT -5
Mathias could only watch as Lukas tended his wrist. He enjoyed the soft touch, probably more than he should. He watched the balm spread over his skin; the odd, red tint looking odd against his skin. Just looking at it, he couldn’t tell what gave the medicine the odd tint, though he could only imagine it was a type of clay or herb. Shrugging off the thought, he was more interested in listening to his melodic voice, especially as they were discussing what could only be considered a date for them later. Before speaking, he shifted his sitting position on the wooden seat, a rough patch was pressing into the back of his leg and it was making him uncomfortable.
“Sunset? I never imagined you had a taste for such things.”
“There’s a lot about me that you might not guess I like. Sunsets being one of them. Imagine how much more you might discover given the time.”
He could only smile, it seemed like this was going well and he was happy that this was looking up for him. He had told a friend about his crush on this man, and while they told him it was impossible to get close to the ice king, he was showing them wrong. It didn’t seem like he was an ice king, he just didn’t have time for foolishness. And it seemed like he was shy and hid behind a screen of indifference. Even if this only proved to leave them as good friends, he was excited to have this man in his life.
“But I suppose the time would be sufficient. Shall I wait for you at the gates? Or would you rather retrieve me from my tower?”
The Jack could only laugh at his luck, how it seemed that the fates had taken kindly to him and rewarded him with a chance to get to know the man better. He had a crush on this man for a while and now was a chance to make it more, hopefully he didn’t totally mess it up by doing something stupid and driving the healer away from him.
“Would I need to fight the guards to relieve you from your tower prison, or would I have to have you back by the time the moon is high in the sky?” He had to tease back since Lukas was teasing him. He had never felt so much at ease with someone than he had with Lukas. It was so easy to talk with him and just relax, even if he was wrapping bandages around him. “And this time you won’t have to bandage me up as we’re walking through the gardens, I doubt I’d get injured with just a smile walk. And I’ll meet you at the gates, the tower can wait for another time.”
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Post by Lukas Iversen on Oct 14, 2015 9:52:49 GMT -5
“There’s a lot about me that you might not guess I like. Sunsets being one of them. Imagine how much more you might discover given the time.”
He did not doubt that there was a lot to learn about the Jack; after all, one could hardly say they knew each other well despite an odd conversation here and there. In the court it was usually wiser to speak a lot but say little when it came to personal affairs, spare the details of one’s life and replace them with empty niceties. But Mathias was clearly inviting him to find out those details about himself, to pursue a long lasting relationship with a level of mutual trust. And he had to admit that he was curious. He wanted to know about the other man and what lay behind the exterior of a skilled soldier. Yet this time the only response he gave him was an arched brow and the barest hint of amusement in his eyes.
“Would I need to fight the guards to relieve you from your tower prison, or would I have to have you back by the time the moon is high in the sky?”
At that question he did feel an actual smile threatening on his lips, however, and he quickly looked back down at his work and tightened the bandages around the Jack’s wrist just a little tighter than necessary to distract him. He didn’t need Mathias thinking he was that easy to win over with just a few smiles and jokes. But he did appreciate the fact that the man was humoring him and responding to his teasing instead of taking offense like most people seemed to do.
“I would hope not. The King might not approve of his Jack cutting down people on his own side, as gratifying it would be to know you’d be willing to go to such lengths for a simple walk.”
It wasn’t just a simple walk, though, that was more than clear by now. But that did not make his statement any less true. Honestly, he was a little curious whether Mathias would be willing to go to some lengths for his company and there was a small part of him that was tempted to put that to the test. But, for once in his life, he was able to hold back his words and keep things simple. The Jack’s invitation had been genuine and honest, he could respond to it in the same manner.
Finished wrapping the other’s wrist, he tied up the ends of the bandage and made sure it was secure before giving Mathias a nod to inform him he was done. He swiftly gathered his supplies and stood up again to take them back to their correct places on the shelves.
“And this time you won’t have to bandage me up as we’re walking through the gardens, I doubt I’d get injured with just a smile walk. And I’ll meet you at the gates, the tower can wait for another time.”
“That’d be the first time.” He looked at the Jack over his shoulder as he went to wash his hands over a bucket of water. “Maybe I ought to bring some supplies just in case.” He didn’t feel like his teasing was unwarranted, as Mathias had basically only talked with him for extended periods of time when he’d been patching him up. Which did happen quite often. If he was capable of injuring himself while getting out of a bath tub he didn’t doubt he could slip and hit his head in the darkness of the night as well. Though he did hope that would not happen. It would certainly ruin the mood.
He walked back over to the Jack after grabbing a small jar from the shelf, taking his injured wrist and giving it one last look to make sure it was wrapped properly. “Here.” He handed Mathias the jar and let go of his wrist, fingers brushing up his arm in a not entirely casual way as he pulled away. “If it hurts, mix that into your drink at supper. It should help you sleep.”
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Post by Mathias Kolher on Nov 1, 2015 4:44:23 GMT -5
Grunting as Lukas tightened the wrap around his wrist, he couldn't help the smile that still shown through. There was always something about the healer that drew him in, something that no one else had. He had always found himself distanced from others. Sure he was friendly towards them, and friends with most of them, but that’s all they ever were. He had heard people betting on if the Jack even knew that it was possible to have a crush on someone. Most people seem to think that the Jack was so devoted to his job that he didn’t even think of trying to have a romantic outing with anyone of the court. Truth was, there was no one that interested him before Lukas. Lukas was different than the other members of the court, he kept to himself instead of trying to insert himself into everything that was going on in the castle. He wasn’t social climber; he wasn’t one to use someone else to get higher on the political ladder.
“Maybe I ought to bring some supplies just in case.”
Mathias could only smile at that teasing. There was a reason for him being as clumsy as he was, and it had to do with his power, but that was something he wouldn’t tell Lukas, for now, he would only smile and let the man believe whatever he wanted. As long as he didn’t have to use his power, he would be walking straight and gracefully.
“Hard to believe I wield an axe, huh? You’ll see, I’m not as clumsy as you think I am. But if it makes you feel better having a roll of bandages with you, then who am I to stop you. We might be able to find some use for them.”
He could only wink with that last comment, not exactly sure what he could think of to do with bandages, but it sounded good to say. Either that or he was just being awkward. Lifting his good hand, he scratched the back of his head and chuckled nervously. “Sorry about that… I don’t know what I meant by that one, so just ignore that comment, yea?”
“If it hurts, mix that into your drink at supper. It should help you sleep.”
Lowering his hand to take the jar, he nodded and looked at the jar, still embarrassed by his earlier comment. He didn’t want to get up until he was dismissed, but he couldn’t believe he just said something that ridiculous to Lukas. Perhaps he would just take it as a rambling as a man in pain and ignore that part and just focus on the good feelings of the date they were to have. “I’ll do that… Into the drink at dinner to help me sleep… I might just take it even if I’m not in pain. This stuff is not addicting, right?”
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Post by Lukas Iversen on Nov 12, 2015 9:41:39 GMT -5
“Hard to believe I wield an axe, huh? You’ll see, I’m not as clumsy as you think I am.”
Lukas let out a snort at that, begging to disagree with the claim. Mathias came to him every other week with some minor scrape or bruise, caused by him stumbling over a sleeping cat, getting tangled in his own feet, slipping while getting out of tub. Mathias was probably one of the clumsiest people he’d ever seen. It was hard to believe he wielded an axe, indeed, and the reason he did believe that was only because he had once caught a glimpse of the Jack training outside in the courtyard. He had not meant to linger, but the ease and grace that Mathias had swung his massive axe with had caught him by surprise and he’d found himself watching him in awe until the church bells had reminded him of his appointment. Sometimes he had to wonder if that had all been a dream, as the Mathias that was sitting in front of him now with a twisted wrist seemed a completely different person.
“But if it makes you feel better having a roll of bandages with you, then who am I to stop you. We might be able to find some use for them.”
He almost dropped one of the jars he was holding at the following comment, catching it just in time and quickly putting it back on the shelf before looking over his shoulder at Mathias. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed by the comment, but it was definitely something he hadn’t expected from the other man. Mathias had just taken the most gentlemanly approach to his courting, carefully testing the waters before asking him to join him for a walk. That was ways from tying him up and having his way with him. Not that he would’ve exactly minded that, either…
It seemed Mathias was more embarrassed by his own comment than he was, though, and he couldn’t help but smirk a little at his awkwardness. He definitely was completely different from when he was on duty. This side of him was softer and more innocent, almost cute if he was allowed to call a grown man such things. He found this side of him quite endearing, though he also wished the other would also show him the confident, more assertive side of him more as well.
“Sorry about that… I don’t know what I meant by that one, so just ignore that comment, yea?”
He refrained from giving him a teasing response, but he certainly would not ignore what he’d said. He would keep it in mind and remind Mathias of it later, when time was right. Instead he went on to examine his wrist and hand him the jar of medicine along with directions, keeping up the façade of professionalism even though his eyes kept flickering up to the embarrassed look lingering on Mathias’ face.
“I’ll do that… Into the drink at dinner to help me sleep… I might just take it even if I’m not in pain. This stuff is not addicting, right?”
He frowned slightly at the comment, leaning closer with a slightly suspicious look. “It’s not addicting. But you shouldn’t take it if you don’t need to.” He was already giving him something with his blood in it, despite the minor nature of his injury. It was something special and precious, and even if Mathias had no way of knowing that he didn’t like the idea of the Jack wasting it. “I’m afraid it doesn’t taste that good. Besides, it should be good for some weeks, you can save it for later if you find no use for it now.” Sighing, he tapped his palm against Mathias’ cheek twice before pulling back and straightening again. “Now, you should run off. I have a fast to break.”
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Post by Mathias Kolher on Dec 3, 2015 10:17:52 GMT -5
“It’s not addicting. But you shouldn’t take it if you don’t need to. I’m afraid it doesn’t taste that good. Besides, it should be good for some weeks, you can save it for later if you find no use for it now.”
Nodding at the man, he had a feeling that that comment had disappointed Lukas. He knew he was disappointed in himself too for in. He hadn't resorted to a sleep aid yet, and he wasn't about to. Alcohol was out of the question, for while he enjoyed it sparingly, it would take much to get him to sleep and he couldn't risk becoming addicted or being drunk if needed. Shaking his head again, he would continue on his current pattern, he was still doing good. He was about to clear his throat to dispelled the awkwardness when Lukas did that himself.
"I have a fast to break"
Getting up off the seat, he stretched and picked up the jar carefully, vowing not to use it. He didn't mind bad tasting stuff, but he felt like it would be even more of a disappointment to the healer if he actually did use it. Putting on a cheerful face for Lukas, he smiled easily at the man.
"If I don't use it in a fortnight I'll bring it back to you so it doesn't go to waste. Enjoy your food, I'll see you later Luka"
And with that said, he started out of the building, jar in hand, humming a happy tune to himself all the while. He knew his goals and if all that this landed him was a new, closer friend, he'd be happy. He didn't realized he called him by a nickname though, it had just slipped out and it felt natural.
Outside the building, the sounds of the day were just beginning. The horses in the stables neighing to be fed while maids were beating blankets hung over the outside of windows to keep them clean and smelling fresh. He had his own morning activities to get to and he was looking forward to them to get his mind off of the awkwardness that he has left Lukas with. He would fix it on his date with him, if he could figure out how too. This left him a bit more cheerful, being able to hopefully make the healer smile, something he had yet to do.. not that he have seen of course.
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Wanna hear a joke? Decaf.
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Post by Lukas Iversen on Jan 25, 2016 12:04:27 GMT -5
"If I don't use it in a fortnight I'll bring it back to you so it doesn't go to waste. Enjoy your food, I'll see you later Luka"
The familiarity of the nickname surprised him, but like the Jack’s earlier remark about the bandages he assumed that meant the other was growing more comfortable and confident around him. He hardly had complaints about that, so he let the lack of formalities go unmentioned. It seemed Mathias hadn’t even noticed his own slip up, anyway. “May you have a pleasant day.” He responded as the Jack got up and turned to leave, giving him one final nod before he stepped through the door and he was left again to his own devices.
Lukas left out a sigh and sat down in the chair Mathias had just occupied, resting his elbows on the table and his head in his hands. He didn’t know what he felt, exactly; he’d finally given in to his desires and agreed to meet the Jack outside of a professional setting. On one hand he was excited, happy even, but there was also a part of him that was being a little apprehensive. He did not doubt the nature of Mathias’ feelings towards him, it was the possibility that the Jack wanted a relationship that went beyond just physical that scared him. Up until now, he’d avoided forming that kind of relationship with anyone. How could he have done so when he had so many secrets to keep, so many duties to take care of? But he felt in the past it had been easier… No one had really captured his interest like Mathias had. He couldn’t quite place it, but there was something about the Jack that made him want to trust him, despite his clumsiness and stupidly bright smiles and overall foolish demeanor.
Maybe, just maybe, it was the other way around and he was worried that Mathias didn’t want anything from him besides his body.
He shook his head to clear his mind of such useless thoughts and pushed himself up. He had work to do and dwelling on matters like this was a waste of time; no amount of thinking would change the final outcome anyway, whatever it would turn out to be. He smoothed down his robes and cleared his desk of leftover supplies, before heading out and locking the door. The day was still young, so maybe today he could enjoy his breakfast uninterrupted.
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The sun was starting to paint the garden with hues of yellow, shadows of the castle walls and the trees lining the path growing longer with each minute the sun sunk lower in the sky. He stood there, waiting, expecting Mathias to arrive any minute now as the other had mentioned wanting to watch the sunset together. He hoped the Jack hadn’t forgotten about their meeting; he’d feel like a fool if he stood here waiting while the other was heading to a pub with the other soldiers.
He toyed with his hair pin, taking it out to put it right back in, feeling both nervous and annoyed at himself for it at the same time. He had no reason to feel anything but confident; he knew at least partially what Mathias wanted from him, and the Jack was easy enough to read so he could figure out the rest within the next hour. And that was that. He could live with whatever outcome waited at the end of the night. He had fought and won bigger demons in the past.
Taking a deep breath and emptying his lungs again in a decisive huff, he straightened his back and let his arms fall back to his sides, face settling in its trademark expression of disinterest. If anything, he would not let Mathias’ see any of his doubt nor his excitement. He might be willing to give Jack what he wanted, but he wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t at least make the man work for it.
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Post by Mathias Kolher on Feb 6, 2016 3:07:36 GMT -5
He was running late.
It bothered Mathias when he ran late for anything. He should always be on time for things, as a Jack it was one of his important duties, but this one couldn't be helped. Once of his guards had cornered him into asking about something which they should already know, and he had to explain it the best way that he could so that it stuck this time. With a sigh as he ran his hand through his blond hair, he made his way to the meeting place without trying to look rushed. He didn't want to draw attention to this outing, he just wanted it to be just the two of them enjoying each others company.
Smiling as he approached, he had to straighten out his uniform from where it had gotten out of place in his rush, though he didn't fix the one sock that had decided it wanted to rest inside his boot instead of around his ankle. That was a bother, but nothing he couldn't live with. Nodding his head in a manner that would be similar in respect to a bow, he cleared his throat some, hoping his voice and words didn't embarrass him this time.
"Thank you for meeting me here, Healer Lukas. I hope I didn't interrupt a busy day, for I don't want to hog you when others need your services. "
Really, he wanted to enjoy this time with him, he wanted to be selfish just this once with something. A bit of time to himself and Lukas, a bit of time to really get to know each other, more than just in the clinic when he came in from an accidental injury, one of which he would never tell Lukas their true causes. That was his secret, and best left unknown to as many people as possible.
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Post by Lukas Iversen on Mar 16, 2016 12:26:26 GMT -5
Not long after he’d wondered if Mathias would be coming at all, he heard the rustle of footsteps on the gravel, a heavy thud of footsteps that could only belong to a soldier. Turning his gaze towards the sound he saw Mathias, a tingling warmth spreading in his chest that made it hard not to return the smile on the Jack’s face. Instead, he arched his brow slightly at the other’s greeting. He’d expected something a little less formal from Mathias, though maybe the other was just trying to be polite.
“My apprentices can take care of things for an hour or two.” He assured Mathias and took a step towards him. “Though I was starting to worry you might not show up at all. Almost missed the sunset.” His tone was light, teasing rather than accusatory, as he didn’t really mind the Jack’s tardiness that much. He knew how hectic things sometimes got in the castle, and it had been pure luck that he’d been able to afford some time off tonight.
He stopped only a step from Mathias, his face taking on a more teasing expression to match his tone. He couldn’t help but notice the slight hint of flush on the Jack’s face, a sign that the other had been rushing to make it to the gardens on time. It was oddly touching. Mathias was a soldier above all, but he also had a sort of boyish charm to him; an almost childlike honesty and eagerness that he either didn’t want to or didn’t know how to completely conceal. Like this, it would’ve been hard to tell the other was a combat veteran if it wasn’t for his precise and sure movements that spoke of great strength and discipline. He found the two sides of the Jack quite fascinating. “Judging from that, I think I might be the one hogging your attention and not the other way around, hm?” Then, nodding his head towards the gates he added, “Shall we?” before starting to walk down the garden path. They could continue their conversation while they walked; and maybe the stroll would help them both relax a bit more. He felt a bit tense, despite himself, and he thought he could sense a feeling of nervous excitement coming from Mathias as well.
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