[ Mako accepts him when he tries, taking him into her with a generosity and a tenderness that he could feed off of. He needs her today, he needs her to get himself out of this mood, and Mako's not about to push him into doing it. He has to do it himself, and all she can do is to be here for him.
Stroking his back gently, deliberately, she smiles. Wouldn't it be wonderful to have a pons of their own? They would probably starve to death from the reluctance to leave their shared space, but wouldn't it be worth it? Mako wants to be inside him, with him again, and her hold on him tightens. ]
I love you too. Let's go on a trip soon, just you and me. Six months, or a year, let's see the world again.
[This is exactly the same kind of velcroing behavior that pilots are none for. Odd that it's happening years after their last Drift, when it used to be the first forty eight, maybe seventy two hours or so back during the war. But then, no pilots have survived together as long as Raleigh and Mako have, just living together and not Drifting, so who really knows what the lasting effects of it are on them.
A trip sounds nice. Sometimes Raleigh gets this itch to move on, to go somewhere else, to see something new, like he's never really content with staying in one place for too long.]
We could start in South America this time. Go hiking in the Andes. Road trip all the way back to Mexico.
[ It's a dangerous behavior, she knows -- there are so many things they don't yet understand about it because pilots die off too quickly for any researcher to be able to come up with any viable data, and she's given up trying to analyse it.
No, this is much better -- they live their lives, not obsess it, and force themselves to back off when it gets too intense.
[ Raleigh's lips are sweet on her skin, and she adores these moments -- the flutter of his affection on hers, a reminder that they've always got each other, and she would never be alone again.
She reaches to stroke his hair, regarding him with a soft tenderness she reserves just for him. ]
India? We could see the Taj Mahal. Do you know the story behind it?
[Does he know the story? She's with a history nerd, sure he likes World War II stuff better but he dabbles around a lot of things. Which you really wouldn't expect, just looking at him.
Raleigh pushes his head into her hand a little, content to just curl up to her and talk about their dreams.]
[ The wall, a standing testimony to near-limitless human stupidity and desperation, and Mako is at best ambivalent to it -- at worst, resentful of the people who championed it -- but it's over now, and Mako is more interested in the way he cuddles up to her like an eager kitten.
Gently lavishing affection on him with soft touches and sweet kisses on his brow, his forehead, his cheek, Mako makes a soft noise of agreement. ]
[It was a stupid project, and Raleigh knew that, signing up to work it. But he had to eat, if he wanted to stay alive and maybe he didn't want to stay alive but he didn't want to die either.]
[ Mako asks curiously -- because no, she wouldn't want that, because that means she leaves before him and he's going to be sad, and she doesn't want to think about that. Mako nuzzles against him, kissing his cheek with a smile. ]
[Honestly, Raleigh is thinking more of the big romantic gesture part of it, and less about how it would mean she was gone and never coming back and how that was something he'd never come back from.
He touches her hair, playing with a piece of it that used to be a deep, royal blue but she stopped dying it a few weeks ago and it's starting to fade and grow out and he both loves it and mourns it.]
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Stroking his back gently, deliberately, she smiles. Wouldn't it be wonderful to have a pons of their own? They would probably starve to death from the reluctance to leave their shared space, but wouldn't it be worth it? Mako wants to be inside him, with him again, and her hold on him tightens. ]
I love you too. Let's go on a trip soon, just you and me. Six months, or a year, let's see the world again.
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A trip sounds nice. Sometimes Raleigh gets this itch to move on, to go somewhere else, to see something new, like he's never really content with staying in one place for too long.]
We could start in South America this time. Go hiking in the Andes. Road trip all the way back to Mexico.
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No, this is much better -- they live their lives, not obsess it, and force themselves to back off when it gets too intense.
She smiles at his comment. ]
Don't forget Asia too.
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[But he's smiling too, turning his head to briefly touch his lips to whatever part of her he can reach. It's her arm, for the record.]
I've never been to India. Let's start there.
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She reaches to stroke his hair, regarding him with a soft tenderness she reserves just for him. ]
India? We could see the Taj Mahal. Do you know the story behind it?
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Raleigh pushes his head into her hand a little, content to just curl up to her and talk about their dreams.]
Yeah. That was something worth building.
[Unlike the wall.]
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Gently lavishing affection on him with soft touches and sweet kisses on his brow, his forehead, his cheek, Mako makes a soft noise of agreement. ]
A testament of love, hmm?
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Yeah. Maybe I'll build you one some day.
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[ Mako asks curiously -- because no, she wouldn't want that, because that means she leaves before him and he's going to be sad, and she doesn't want to think about that. Mako nuzzles against him, kissing his cheek with a smile. ]
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He touches her hair, playing with a piece of it that used to be a deep, royal blue but she stopped dying it a few weeks ago and it's starting to fade and grow out and he both loves it and mourns it.]
Or maybe just a house. To start with.