random loose threads

[driftsintobuffetline]

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2016
January 29 - Returning from Submarining
February 13 - What are you thoughts on MARRIAGE?
February 16 - Day 1, Soviet Occupied Import Cities
March 12 - They were supposed to talk about Miles and Greg, but talked about themselves instead
April 14th - Kinks, Tatts, and Power Suppression
June - Admiring the Ring
July 27 - Hermann's New Car
After the Kaiju Test - Need a New Apartment

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[mathemagier]

Hermann's chopping slowed. He often tried to forget the kidnapping had happened; it was a nightmare of a week, but something Newton had lived through and wasn't ever likely to forget. He probably hadn't been supportive enough then, too concentrated on filling the void Newton's absence had left and making sure of him in every waking moment.

But a faint smile still tugged at the corner of his mouth, because Newton certainly knew how he got when he became fixed on something. Heaven knows he'd harangued the PPDC enough. He was of a mind to turn his head and kiss Newton until the man decided to open his mouth to deliver a garbled statement that had him wincing reflexively for all it would otherwise have been sweet.

He sighed, refusing to blink for the sting growing in his eyes.

"Now there's something that was never in question, married or not. Actually sounds more authentic than the usual wedding vows. Perhaps you should use it." Not that he'd really considered writing custom vows before now.

[driftsintobuffetline]

The submarine kidnapping would always be a part of Newt's experience here, there was no escaping that week of loneliness even among the others, of trying to be brave (he wanted to whimper and curl up) and trying NOT to besiege Hermann with his worries and beg for his attention. He had wanted to come home so badly he had almost been willing to kill himself for it--

He had been intermittently angry with Hermann because the man didn't show him enough attention that week, but the thought of him had kept Newt afloat.

Newt had always planned to, if this marriage thing was actually going to happen, write his own vows. Partly for vanity, because he enjoyed people listening to him, and partly because the simple 'love, honor, cherish' didn't cover it, he had already vowed 'in sickness and in health' and there was a uniqueness to his and Hermann's interactions that defied the traditional. Hermann really was the bane of his existence and he wouldn't have it any other way.

And partly, when he allowed himself to think such things, because someday those vows might be something that keeps one of them afloat.

"Alright, consider that a preview. ...But that's all you get! If you want more, you're going to have to make this happen!"

[mathemagier]

"Yes, of course. Patience, Newton."

Hermann honestly wouldn't know the first thing about writing vows, but with several months to consider it, perhaps he could manage something approaching eloquent. Or seek outside help for inspiration, if necessary. Not that he had any idea of whom to ask of course..

For now, his nose had started to run and his eyes were really beginning to bother him as he was forced into blinking. He focused on the cutting board and managed to slice up the rest of the onion before his vision blurred too much to see properly. He turned from the counter and grasped him cane, taking a few steps away from the juices. Should have run it under the sink.

"Augh. Well at least that's over with. Do you have my handkerchief?"

[driftsintobuffetline]

He quickly and hastily tugged an ever present handkerchief from his pocket and lifted it up to dab Hermann's eyes and then pressed it to his nose. What a mess, he thought fondly at the man as he forfeited the handkerchief over to Hermann. You are a disaster, just like me. We're alike, you and me. I'm definitely yours.

You're mine? ...Thank everything Hermann was his, because Newt couldn't do what Miles is doing, honorably fall on his sword and let the man he loves and with whom he shares a mind, love someone else.

"Wash your hands, dude, then come take a break. I know, I know. Dinner. It can wait. I want to talk to you. Nothing scary, nothing bad, promise."