[closed thread] trouble in paradise

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

Characters: Julian Keller, Rogue.
Setting: Outside Rogue's room.
Content: I wish I could accurately predict this scene's content.
Status: Incomplete.



[Julian didn't think he would be able to sleep at all the night before; yet he laid his head down and eventually drifted off for several hours. The sleep wasn't one that he would call a good rest: instead he opened his eyes against the harsh afternoon sun and felt like he hadn't rested at all.

After the briefing and talking to Emma about Rogue the other day, he had been sent to the med bay to tend to his wounds. The only mildly serious one had been from Longshot's blade, right across his chest - which had needed a few stitches. Absent Josh, Julian has sat through the ordeal of cleaning and dressing the wound; then promptly fell into bed after stopping by Rogue's room and finding her asleep.

Now, freshly showered, still sore, and noticeably exhausted, Julian stops in front of Rogue's door and knocks.]

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[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[She almost shakes her head before thinking better of it and instead just biting her lip. One hand reaches for his free one.] I don't know, sugah. [And then she really takes in his overall appearance for the first time, taking note of the obvious exhaustion. Briefly, she considers telling him to go back to his room and crash but abandons that thought as she comes to a realisation. It's the realisation that he needs her right now. Instead, she tugs gently at his hand, scooting further back on to her bed.] Come on.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[Every bit of him seems to deflate at her gentle urging; he lets out a heavy breath and follows, kicking off his shoes on the way. The truth is he doesn't believe this will get easier, but at this moment, right now, he thinks it doesn't have to always be so hard either. He falls back onto one of her pillows, his eyes half-closed, and waits for her to tuck herself beside him.]

Thank you.

Lame tag, sorry.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[It's barely even a wait before she's curled up beside him, one hand resting lightly on his chest.] It'll be okay.

I don't know to what you are referring.

[kickasstelekine.livejournal.com]

[He closes his eyes with a sigh, succumbing to the need for rest and the comfort of her next to him. Carefully, tenderly, he rubs his hand over her back, bunching and smoothing the fabric back over her hip, reaches to touch her fingers. He doesn't know how to respond to that, so he doesn't. Instead he merely presses his lips to her hair.]