[John had honestly not considered the Horizon as being an option — still finding himself adjusting to life here in this place despite having spent time enough there one might think he would have done better by now. But she is right. They need not converse about this in such a fashion, even with the weather in the Horizon also temperamental. So far the Beefsteak has not suffered too greatly, he hopes the same is true for Claire’s own space.]
The Horizon. Of course.
Would you care to stop by for a drink, my dear? At the Beefsteak? It may not be real but nevertheless, there is a fine glass of brandy waiting there just for you. And perhaps this conversation may be better suited in person, or as close as we are able, as it were.
[ She isn't sure where she stands with the Horizon; when things go sideways inside of it, she always wonders if they could become stuck, bodies vulnerable while they can't escape their minds. As of yet, no such thing has happened, so she decides not to decline. If something does keep them locked in, at least they'll be together. ]
Who am I to say no to brandy, real or not? I can be there within ten minutes or so, if that isn't too soon?
Not too soon at all. Thank you for accommodating me on such short notice. I will meet you there, my dear.
[True to his word, John is ready and waiting at the Beefsteak, whenever Claire makes her arrival. The Horizon is not too unstable there, although it is storming something dreadful. The building itself stands strong against the wind and rain, and once you are inside the fire is quite warm and inviting.
There is a decanter of brandy waiting to be poured for the pair of them, although John is standing ready to receive her at the front door, with a cloth to dry off if necessary. It is only polite, after all.]
[ When Claire arrives and makes her way through the door, she's immediately grateful to see John waiting to dry her off. Her hair got the worst of it, and she tries to keep her dripping contained. Thanks to a shopping trip with Hilda, Claire's wardrobe has been modernized a little, so that she isn't always in corsets and skirts. This evening she's dressed down, in black leggings and an oversized blue and white checkered sweater, meant to be overlarge and comfortable. It's nice, not having layers that need to dry by the fire.
Once she's dry enough she embraces John, glad to see him as always, and quietly fretting. ]
[John will always be a little old-fashioned in his manners and his ways, but there isn’t necessarily anything wrong with that. He was born and raised to be a gentleman, and he has never heard anyone complain they did not appreciate his manners.
He gladly accepts the embrace that is offered, glad for her company. Glad to see her in person, if only incorporeally.]
I cannot even begin to pretend I understand why. Though I am grateful you are here. Won’t you come and join me by the fire, my dear.
[He gestures down the hallway, toward the room he has prepared for them to sit in.]
[ Claire's eager to get to the fire and lets him lead the way now that she's suitably dry. Each time she arrives, she has to take in what's around her, enjoying the space John's created before entering the sitting room.
Once she's settled, it means her shoes are off and her feet are curled beneath her. ]
I've lost my garden, now I'm hoping I don't lose the windows of my house. But that's not what we came here to discuss, at least not primarily. You have news.
[John frowns at that. He knows how special her garden is to her, but he also knows that it can be rebuilt. Flowers and plants are resilient, and it is likely that not all is lost.
At her reminder of the reason for his summons, he flushes slightly. It feels a little silly, given the storm happening around them, but he has to tell her sometime, and he does not want to keep this to himself just because there are more serious matters happening outside their door.]
Ah. Yes, well.
[He turns, fussing with the nearby decanter for a moment, buying himself time to figure out how to broach the subject entirely.] I had wished to speak with you about… A particular someone. [He cuts his eyes back to her.] Relating to our last conversation on the subject.
[He winces internally. It isn’t his best start, he will allow that much.]
[ It's almost as if a switch has been flipped, and Claire forgets the weather, face opening up into a hopeful expression. She's wanted for him something that makes him deeply happy without having to hide anything about himself, and she still staunchly believes that it can happen on this planet. ]
Oh yes, I remember. Please tell me you've had a happy development?
[ She waits eagerly, both for the brandy and John's news, hoping they'll have something worth toasting to. ]
[John knows that he is taking his time in this reveal. He also feels more than a little bit self-conscious about this conversation -- which is ridiculous, in retrospect, considering how intimately he does know Claire.
Crossing back to the fire, he hands her a glass of brandy, keeping his own as he sinks down into his chair before he replies.]
I -- think so, yes.
[He offers her the flash of a self-conscious smile before glancing down into his glass in an attempt to gather himself.] I suppose you could say that I took what you said to heart. I'm... Not certain I can say what his motivation was. Perhaps it was the spirit of the Carnivale?
[ Taking the glass with thanks, she takes a sip just as he begins explaining, and her entire countenance lights up. ]
John! You've buried the lede here, this is fantastic. You had me worried you were downplaying something terrible.
[ She leans forward in her own chair, smile still in place. ]
So, you were both swept up and—?
[ Claire isn't sure if this is the first time he's been entirely, completely safe to tell his own story in as many or as few details as he'd like, and so she tries to keep the reins in his hands and be an enthusiastic friend. ]
[It is in fact one of the first times that John has ever been able to speak about things without fear, to another person who is not so directly involved. And even then, when he had shared with Claire, it had been mostly an interrogation on her part. Like a dog with a bone, she had been determined to ferret the information out of him and he had… Let her.
To offer it freely is much more terrifyingly new. But he would rather she hear it from him directly than at another time, from another person (somehow — and isn’t that a further nauseating thought).]
We have been known to each other for some time now. I was not certain if… Such attention would be welcome. In my attempts to investigate, I suppose that I was perhaps a little too obvious in my pursuit. [He glances up to her with the flash of a self-conscious, uncertain smile.] I fear I am still not used to this place. I still forget that there are other places and other times where… It is not so.
[His smile widens at the memory of that night.] He just came out and asked me, very bluntly.
[ Listening raptly, by the end, Claire's grinning so hard her cheeks hurt a little, and then she laughs happily. ]
Oh, I would've honestly loved to have seen the expression on your face! It's understandable, being unsure, so I'm happy to know Geralt finally put it out there. [ What a relief it is, to know one's wanted in return, no matter the nature of the relationship. She hopes he has this for a long while, that it has the chance to turn into as much as John's hopes have taken him. ]
And now, do you plan on...well, whatever the equivalent is to courting or going together is on this planet, while we're here?
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The Horizon. Of course.
Would you care to stop by for a drink, my dear? At the Beefsteak? It may not be real but nevertheless, there is a fine glass of brandy waiting there just for you. And perhaps this conversation may be better suited in person, or as close as we are able, as it were.
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Who am I to say no to brandy, real or not? I can be there within ten minutes or so, if that isn't too soon?
SORRY FOR THE SLOWNESS
[True to his word, John is ready and waiting at the Beefsteak, whenever Claire makes her arrival. The Horizon is not too unstable there, although it is storming something dreadful. The building itself stands strong against the wind and rain, and once you are inside the fire is quite warm and inviting.
There is a decanter of brandy waiting to be poured for the pair of them, although John is standing ready to receive her at the front door, with a cloth to dry off if necessary. It is only polite, after all.]
don't worry!
Once she's dry enough she embraces John, glad to see him as always, and quietly fretting. ]
It does feel as though it's getting worse.
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He gladly accepts the embrace that is offered, glad for her company. Glad to see her in person, if only incorporeally.]
I cannot even begin to pretend I understand why. Though I am grateful you are here. Won’t you come and join me by the fire, my dear.
[He gestures down the hallway, toward the room he has prepared for them to sit in.]
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Once she's settled, it means her shoes are off and her feet are curled beneath her. ]
I've lost my garden, now I'm hoping I don't lose the windows of my house. But that's not what we came here to discuss, at least not primarily. You have news.
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At her reminder of the reason for his summons, he flushes slightly. It feels a little silly, given the storm happening around them, but he has to tell her sometime, and he does not want to keep this to himself just because there are more serious matters happening outside their door.]
Ah. Yes, well.
[He turns, fussing with the nearby decanter for a moment, buying himself time to figure out how to broach the subject entirely.] I had wished to speak with you about… A particular someone. [He cuts his eyes back to her.] Relating to our last conversation on the subject.
[He winces internally. It isn’t his best start, he will allow that much.]
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Oh yes, I remember. Please tell me you've had a happy development?
[ She waits eagerly, both for the brandy and John's news, hoping they'll have something worth toasting to. ]
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Crossing back to the fire, he hands her a glass of brandy, keeping his own as he sinks down into his chair before he replies.]
I -- think so, yes.
[He offers her the flash of a self-conscious smile before glancing down into his glass in an attempt to gather himself.] I suppose you could say that I took what you said to heart. I'm... Not certain I can say what his motivation was. Perhaps it was the spirit of the Carnivale?
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John! You've buried the lede here, this is fantastic. You had me worried you were downplaying something terrible.
[ She leans forward in her own chair, smile still in place. ]
So, you were both swept up and—?
[ Claire isn't sure if this is the first time he's been entirely, completely safe to tell his own story in as many or as few details as he'd like, and so she tries to keep the reins in his hands and be an enthusiastic friend. ]
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To offer it freely is much more terrifyingly new. But he would rather she hear it from him directly than at another time, from another person (somehow — and isn’t that a further nauseating thought).]
We have been known to each other for some time now. I was not certain if… Such attention would be welcome. In my attempts to investigate, I suppose that I was perhaps a little too obvious in my pursuit. [He glances up to her with the flash of a self-conscious, uncertain smile.] I fear I am still not used to this place. I still forget that there are other places and other times where… It is not so.
[His smile widens at the memory of that night.] He just came out and asked me, very bluntly.
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Oh, I would've honestly loved to have seen the expression on your face! It's understandable, being unsure, so I'm happy to know Geralt finally put it out there. [ What a relief it is, to know one's wanted in return, no matter the nature of the relationship. She hopes he has this for a long while, that it has the chance to turn into as much as John's hopes have taken him. ]
And now, do you plan on...well, whatever the equivalent is to courting or going together is on this planet, while we're here?