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Faolan ([personal profile] reticence) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2016-11-06 06:02 pm
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[CLOSED TO LANCELOT]

What with the business with the medium and then the slight eruption of chaos in the city following the turnover within the Islington nest on Samhain, Faolan wasn't certain at first that he would get the chance to make this second attempt any time soon. But as the dust begins to settle, he realizes it's now or never, and with the holidays coming up and who knows what else might follow given the current political state of affairs, he knows he has to act now or not at all.

So it is one night that he turns to the other man, as they're packing up at work at the end of the day to go their separate ways -- Faolan hasn't quite been following Lancelot home after work as often as he might have done before the fiasco with the French restaurant, slightly self-conscious of the act now that, well. Lancelot's agreed to accept and even reciprocate his affections, for that matter. A fact that he can't quite wrap his mind around.

"Do you...have any plans this weekend?" he asks, trying (and most likely failing) to be nonchalant as he does.
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[personal profile] knightscode 2016-11-07 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Lancelot is busily packing up his own things, going through the meticulous process of making sure each pen has a lid before it vanishes into his bag and locking up his desk. He's one of those people so fastidiously tidy that people are regularly alarmed by how empty his desk is when he isn't at it and worried he might have been fired.

"This weekend?" he repeats, and wrinkles his nose in thought. "You mean for the fireworks? Not really. Trying to make sure Lily isn't too frightened by them, I suppose."
Edited 2016-11-07 00:25 (UTC)
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[personal profile] knightscode 2016-11-08 01:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh! At the athletic grounds? I think I saw the posters."

He closes the last of his drawers and leans down slightly to lock them, frowning in thought.

"That's not too far from me, but the double glazing should muffle it at least. I'll need to see if I can get someone to sit with her, though, just in case she gets stressed. Let me find out! I can send a few texts and see if someone is free to keep her company?"
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[personal profile] knightscode 2016-11-09 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Might be for the best that it isn't."

He turns and snags his coat off a hook, shrugs it on and begins zipping up his rucksack.

"I'll let you know," Lancelot agrees, and checks the screen on his phone before pocketing it. "I'll send out some messages tonight. You'll probably need to book quickly before the tickets sell out."
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[personal profile] knightscode 2016-11-15 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Worried I might get lost?" he teases, but he moves around from behind his desk toward Faolan regardless -- swinging his rucksack onto his shoulders and tugging his jacket a little straight again. "I think I remember the way, although I wouldn't say no to company."
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[personal profile] knightscode 2016-11-18 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't think I need the support," Lancelot replies easily, "but if you think I might make you weak at the knees I can let you hold on."

His lips twitch in playful amusement as he pushes the door open and holds it for Faolan to follow him through.
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[personal profile] knightscode 2016-11-24 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Do you need me to promise?" Lancelot prompts, with something of a faux-innocent surprise. "I thought you'd know I'm always here to help you up if you lose your feet."

That's what they're talking about, right? Lancelot helping Faolan up if he gets weak at the knees.
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[personal profile] knightscode 2016-11-24 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Age catches up with us all. Nothing to be ashamed of."

Lancelot winks playfully at Faolan, reaching his other hand over to rest on Faolan's fingers latched around his arm.

"Although this is a little old fashioned, even for me. It makes me feel as if we should have a chaperone."
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[personal profile] knightscode 2016-11-24 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Lancelot squeezes Faolan's hand and swings it slightly, quirking him a sideways smile.

"Good enough," he allows, then lets go of Faolan's hand and takes a half-step closer -- reaches out to hook an arm around Faolan's waist and loop a thumb through one of his belt loops to secure himself there. "Better," Lancelot suggests a little more softly.
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[personal profile] knightscode 2016-11-27 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
He lofts an eyebrow at Faolan, amused by the slip, but carries on walking regardless and doesn't let go.

"Careful," he says in a soft aside. "I think that'll get us a little more attention than I'd like."

Public groping, that is, even if Faolan hadn't really intended it. At least, he assumes he hadn't b the way his face is slowly colouring.