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Siska reached out behind them and managed to get hold of an edge of a blanket with his biotics as easy as anything. He called it over and took it in his hand proper. Manipulating it until he managed to get it over his own and Cato's shoulders. "Something like that?"
"That works," Cato laughed and shifted about to help get them settled together under the blanket. He leaned against Siska little, crossing one leg over the other. "But you're right. I'm lacking a book to read."
The rain and the wind, not to talk about the thunder, was loud right now. "Wanna wrap up in a blanket right now?"
Cato had closed his eyes to listen, reminded over every little rainstorm in childhood in each drop of rain that fell. "I could go for being wrapped up in a blanket."
Siska liked that smile on Cato's lips. He had to lean forward and kiss him at the corner of his mouth. Feeling free to do so with them being all alone. "I can totally see that," he murmured. "Now me, I'd crawl out of my skin being bored doing that at that age."
Cato flicked his mandibles against Siska's kiss. "Wrapped up because it was loud but I loved watching it." He clarified. "The blanket helped muffle everything."
Siska leaned in on him. One hand planted behind the bit's back. "I can see you cuddle down under a blanket in front of a window. Being a pretty little boy."
He couldn't help the fond smile. "I remember being a little kid, very little mind you, and sitting in a chair I'd dragged up to the window and legit being wrapped in a blanket."
YOU DON'T SEE BECAUSE YOU DON'T WANT TO
"Rain sucks," Siska agreed. "It's cold and wet and especially when you're stuck outside in it."
"I'll give you that." He said. "But no. I'd open my window and just listen to it."
"The sound is nice, sure." And now he stopped to listen to it smatter hard on top of their tent. A rumble in the distance and his biotics pulsed out above his skin.
"Being out in it though," Cato gave a little nod. "But I love listening to it."
brooding men who cannot communicate their feelings if their life depended on it are only hot when they're fictional. if i have to deal with one in real life i will curse him and pray for his downfall every night before i go to bed
It's because the writer communicates their feelings for them. If people wanna pull that off in real life they need to hire a guy to walk around behind them narrating.
#can i be the guy#ill narrate SO incorrectly#theyll all learn how to talk for themselves just to shut me up (via @cirrus-grey)
i'm loving the implication that this isn't something they hired you for, but something you'd do as some sort of public service.
"Rain sucks," Siska agreed. "It's cold and wet and especially when you're stuck outside in it."
"I'll give you that." He said. "But no. I'd open my window and just listen to it."
Siska snorted with a grin. "And you weren't before? I'm wounded."
"I was thinking about the rain," He gave Siska another of those warm smiles. "I hated it when I was a kid. Meant I couldn't really go anywhere."
"Not in the mood?" he asked. "Or is it the kid you're worried about hearing it?"
"Huh? Oh!" Cato laughed again. "No, no. Like a lengthy storm meaning more time alone together out here. Of course, now I'm thinking the sordid stuff."
Siska followed him down on the ground. There were rag rugs and blankets strewn about all over. "We can hope?"
His mandibles fluttered and color appeared under his jaw. He smiled warmly at Siska. "I wasn't thinking like that exactly, but yeah. Maybe it lasts a good long while."
Siska planted a soft kiss to his neck when the purr began. "Unless you mind crazy, unpredictable discharges?"
"You know I don't," Cato laughed and took them both away from the flap. There wasn't really anywhere actually comfortable to sit but he didn't mind sitting on the ground at all. "You think it'll last long?"
Siska came up behind him. "Well..." He said and looped his arms around Cato from behind. Pressing in to let his nose trail along the side of the bit's neck. "I can imagine worse places to be."
He let the flap fall. "Oh definitely. Out in that is one." He leaned his head to the side with a quiet purr.
Siska didn't know how he hadn't felt it coming. But suddenly his skin was tingling with it. The tension in the air. The electricity. The biotics. "Yeah, they're something else. Fuck. My heart skipped a beat." Even if his exterior had remained as passive as ever.
Cato's heart had skipped too and he hoped it had only been a beat. "We're going to get completely buried in the first blizzard." He moved to the tent flap, pulled it back and whistled. "We're gonna be here a bit."
"Mhm. Self sacrificing into the last," Siska repeated when Cato didn't truly acknowledge his strife.
"I really don't know anything else. Y'know. Being turian and all." He snorted and then jumped at a loud crash of thunder and the immediate downpour that followed. "Spirits, the storms on this planet!"
Siska only let him step back a little. Still holding his arms around Cato's waist. "You were going through shit. Doesn't count."
"All the same," He ran his hands along the outside of Siska's arms, old and smooth leather under his fingers.
Siska laughed with him. "But okay, try two, I want you to feel seen. Gods, Cato, you're amazing. Of course people should see you. You're not a ghost. Not to me. Never."
He let go and wiped his face with both hands, chuckling now despite the tears. "To be fair to others, I was treating myself like a ghost."
