Stargazing

[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: post Bartending]

Charlie catches Bartleby's hand and kisses him hello. "Busy," he remarks.

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[bloodyrockgod]

He sips from the cup and leans his head back against Bartleby's shoulder. "They are." He turns his head and closes his eyes, inhaling the scent of Bartleby. The quiet of the night is astounding, almost profound.

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"Wish I could see some constellations, though."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Mm." He looks up at the stars again, ostensibly their purpose for being out here, and smiles. "It's not real anyway, yeah? That's the story I've heard. It's someone's memory of somewhere . . ."

And all I need to see is you.

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"This whole lake and everything, yeah. Sirius' place. Peter made it. But there's always been the stars. There was always something out here, even if it was just grass." He kisses the top of Charlie's head.

[bloodyrockgod]

He strokes Bartleby's fingers. "Why did you teach Naomi astrology?" he asks quietly.

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"It was a forbidden sience, like the science of herbs, that stuff. God had told us not to teach it to them. But they were so... illogical. So chaotic. They needed learning.

"We began to teach select individuals in secret. Naomi wanted to learn. So I taught her." He sighs. "Shouldn't have."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie continues stroking Bartleby's fingers. "Always seems to be seeking wisdom that gets us into trouble.

You taught her, and when it was discovered they killed her . . . what happened to the boy?"

Jeremiah. He experiments with the name. Jeremiah.

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"it was her own fault," Bartleby mutters. "Correcting the High Priest. In public." He shakes his head, and looks at Charlie.

"Jeremiah... he trained as a smith, a metalworker. The Nephilim - our children - were bigger than normal humans. He didn't stand out as much in that profession."

[bloodyrockgod]

"So he wasn't a child when she died?" He relaxes a little at that, pulls Bartleby's arms closer around him.

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Bartleby rests his cheek on Charlie's head. "He was... he must have been... eleven?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"That's not so bad . . . that's on the way to being a man. I was imagining a tiny child." He hums a moment: lully lullay, thou little tiny child, by by lully lullay . . . "But then the flood happened and they all died. Is that right?"

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"Yeah. Jer was... twenty-seven, I think." He closes his eyes for a second.

"It wasn't necessary. She didn't have to wipe out all of our children, and She didn't have to wipe out all of Her children. She was angry."

[bloodyrockgod]

"For an angel you question God's will a lot." He kisses Bartleby's hand. "I thought that was for us monkeys to do."

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"Thousands of years of unquestioning devotion to make up for. Removed blinkers, you know?" He twitches the blanket a little so that it's even snugger.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie traces the inside of Bartleby's wrist. Curiosity about Bart's life before is battling with the need to hold and touch him--it's difficult to reconcile the two.

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"Look! Shooting star!" Bartleby's face is enraptured as he watches the flash.

[bloodyrockgod]

"It's beautiful," Charlie murmurs and laces his fingers between Bartleby's again. "Make a wish?"

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He nods, and silentlty closes his eyes. I wish for Charlie to be able to go home.

He opens them again. "You too."



[ooc: charlie can't hear him, btw.]

[bloodyrockgod]

"It's hard to choose," Charlie answers and turns his head back for another kiss.

More time. Just give me more time.

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Bartlebyt nibbles at his lower lip, and then pulls back to smile at him. "So. Your life history?"

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie chuckles. "You mean there are things you don't know?"

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"Of course. You're an endless well of surprises." Bartleby smiles widely.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Let me think if there's anything important I haven't told you . . . you know about the band and my brother and my issues with temptation . . what else is there?"

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"Childhood, family, dreams, loves..."




[ooc: so sorry. conked out. am ill.]

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie makes a dry not-laughing sound and says, "Family was me, Liam, my mum, my dad, and my mum's parents who moved to Manchester when I was a baby. Childhood was . . . had its ups and downs. My dad had a temper. Dreams--I have a reoccuring one about being on a bus and everything smells like bacon. Loves . . ." He falls silent and strokes Bartelby's hands again.

[ooc: no problem. *pets* Work is going to be busy later so there will be delays.]