contact part deux

[bouchonne]

if this were modern times byerly would probably make you listen to total eclipse of the heart before you were able to leave a message

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[bouchonne]

[ It is a gift. He doesn't know what he's done to earn it - if, indeed, it was a matter of something to be earned. Sometimes Bastien simply gives gifts without expectation or demand. So. ]

I hope I get to meet them, too.

[ By tucks his chin up against the crown of Bastien's head. ]

If for no other reason to see whether you're the handsomest of your family.

[cozen]

If you leave me for one of my siblings, I'll be very cross. [ He's not remotely worried. ] I might turn evil.

[bouchonne]

Ooh.

[ He casts a look at Bastien, because of course the thought of Evil Bastien is going to earn a look. Strutting around wickedly? Probably wearing leather? Yes please. ]

You tempt me with a threat like that, you vixen. I curse the fact that I'm so deeply, irrevocably, faithfully in love with you.

[cozen]

[ They're going on two years and several hundred I love yous between them, but sometimes Bastien still blushes. This is one of those times. But he insists gamely on looking suave and a little bit evil despite it. ]

I am certain I can find another excuse, mon chaton.

[ He touches By's pretty mouth with his fingertips. ]

Put a hot cup on top of one of my books and who knows what sort of villain I'll become.

[bouchonne]

[ A tender little nibble to Bastien's index finger. ]

I'll be sure to steep some tea tonight.

[ But, less sexily... ]

Have you decided? To track them down?

[cozen]

Sooner or later. I know Kaiten is practically nothing, but surely eventually we will have to talk to someone there, and I can volunteer, if I'm...

[ He sticks his nibbled finger into By's mouth, just far enough to roll his lower lip down into a pout, and gives him the truth. ]

I don't want to until you've heard from your sister.

[bouchonne]

Ah.

[ A ripple of confusion. ]

Why not?

[cozen]

I am a selfish coward and I want proof it's possible.

[ That's half of it. The other half: ]

And it would be horrible if I did have them and you didn't have her. I think you will, I really do, or I wouldn't have pushed you about it. But you've always gotten so much less than you deserve, and I get more than I deserve, every time. I couldn't stand it.

[bouchonne]

Maker, that's not -

[ Byerly's hand comes up to cup Bastien's face. His grip is fierce. ]

That is not true. More than you deserve - You haven't gotten half of what you deserve. You deserve more than the world, Bastien. And if there were something that made you happy - I wouldn't be envious.

[ For a moment, a flicker of doubt. Wouldn't he? He pushes it down, denies it. ]

The fact that you'd have it at all would be - beyond good. And I don't want my - situation - to keep you from what you deserve.

[cozen]

[ Bastien turns his head to kiss By's hand, squashing his cheek and mouth as required, and smiles with his eyes. ]

I know you don't. And now I really have to look for them, or you will blame yourself.

[ He leans his head the other way, to snuggle back into Byerly's shoulder, and sends his free hand around to join the other in holding him by the waist. ]

But I'll be so much more excited about it if I know things have worked out for you first, so let me wait a little longer. One more month.

[bouchonne]

One more month.

[ And then, a grim little joke - anxious, unhappy, but a joke. ]

And then if it doesn't work out, I could use a little extra family.

[cozen]

[ The smile spreads to his mouth. It's getting ahead of things, of course, to assume he'll find them, and assume they'll want anything to do with him, and assume the inevitable initial awkward distance will be bridged and it will ever really be anything like having a family. But he can imagine this part clearly: introducing Byerly to people who matter, without any diplomatic calculations or cover stories or preexisting dislike or wariness to contend with, with all his love and pride out in the open. He's never been able to before. He wants to. ]

What's mine is yours.

[ Cheesy. True. Except for the books, the books are his. And the cello.

Anyway. ]

And if it does not work out for either of us, we will get five more dogs right away.

[bouchonne]

[ He rubs his cheek briefly against Bastien, like an affectionate cat. Or a possessive one. Cats' affection is often the same thing as possessiveness. ]

And maybe a few street urchins. I feel like we could teach a few pickpockets how to run more ambitious scams.

[ A half-joking suggestion which is, of course, rather adjacent to fatherhood - But he's not going to examine that too closely. ]

[cozen]

[ Bastien snickers. It's a much more appealing idea than a baby—but Byerly was so certain and mildly panicked about the concept of children before, he can only assume it is a fully-joking suggestion. ]

Burrz and Bah's School for Ne'er-Do-Wells.

[bouchonne]

We could have a whole squadron of sweet-faced youngsters with incredible skills in arithmetic and lying.

[cozen]

And music.

[ His legs are falling asleep. He does not care. ]

Especially music. You ought to really do that, someday—pass along some of that talent.

[bouchonne]

What - Teach?

[ The idea has, evidently, from his tone, never occurred to him. ]

[cozen]

Maybe. If we ever come across anyone with enough promise that it won't be pure frustration.

[bouchonne]

Hm.

[ It's an interesting idea. ]

I did give music lessons for money, back in earlier times, but they were - you know - music lessons.

[ Said more with a bit of drollness rather than a wink-wink-nudge-nudge attitude. A job is a job, after all, and even though that sort of work seems titillating it's still, in truth, work. ]

[cozen]

[ Bastien huffs a single ha, devoid of judgment or particular concern. ]

Singing lessons.

[ A compliment. Sometimes he drives even Bastien, who is very quiet when it isn't a matter of putting on a show, to make an earnest and involuntary sound. ]

You should try it. Especially if we don't need the money, and you can teach the sort of people who wouldn't be able to afford it otherwise. Now and then, you know, when there is a lull between wrongs to right.

[bouchonne]

[ And he does love to do so. Nothing more flattering to one's ego than proving one's skill greater than a Bard's. ]

And I could become an absolute tyrant. Bully students till they start to cry. Slap their palms with the bow for failing a note.

[ Said with an amused tone. He doesn't really mean it. ]

[cozen]

You would never.

[ Equally amused. ]

You would tell them jokes and teach them to play the fun songs.

[bouchonne]

Base slander. For shame.

[ He smiles wryly, and then admits: ]

I'd teach them to play the smutty songs.

[cozen]

[ Through laughter, ] C'est mon garçon. They will love you.

[ Perhaps his nephews could have lessons, too, Bastien thinks, and puts it with all his other hopes. Quietly. Until there's word from Gwaren, every mention will have unhappy caveats.

Instead, he gives him a kiss on his shoulder. ]

I love you. If I deserve more than the world, you deserve two. We'll have to get you the moons.

[bouchonne]

I am -

[ A loving nuzzle - ]

Quite content with what I have. Probably because what I have has an ass that's like two moons. Perfectly-shaped.