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ickaimpSo I get a phone call from my youngest sister in which the course of she informed me that I am "A very sexual being with no sex drive" while talking about boobs and boy friends.
.... o_O
Although, admittedly, she's not quite sure how that works, but it's the truth.
Then that surreal conversation gets interrupted by 'Neechan calling, where she informs me that "Gay sex turns me on"(her, not me), talks about groping Harley's butt and around the same time of a comment about "My ink sacs cry out for sex" (mine, not hers), MOrgan calls, interrupting that conversation.
Who thankfully just invited me out to dinner and hang out with friends.
Which is good, because even I have limits to how bizarre conversations can get before I stop being able to breathe due to hyperventilating and trying not to laugh hysterically.
Hey, MOrgan? Does this work?
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"Ray!" Fraser was glad to be back home. He was happy to be back home, in the Northwest Territories, but he felt a lot happier about it with Ray next to him to share it. Leaving him alone in the cabin for over a week had worn on his nerves more he cared to ruminate about too deeply. He was quite aware that Ray could take care of himself, he'd proven that just recently on their Quest for Franklin, but that did not stop him from worrying. This was a dangerous country and for the most part it was still unknown to his friend and partner.
He noticed that the sled dogs seemed happy to see him, but not overly so. They appeared fine, not that he had any questions on Ray's capabilities to take for them. He seemed to have a knack for dealing with canines. However, Diefenbaker whined, already at the doorway and looking at it worriedly. Fraser frowned slightly to himself. Ray should have answered the door as soon as they pulled up. Perhaps he was asleep?
Unbinding a box of supplies from the back of the snowmobile, he carried it up the stairs and to the front door. "Ray!" He called again, hoping that the blond would open the door for them. No answer. He shared a look at Dief, who whined again, anxiety drawn in every lupine line. He juggled the box a bit, freeing a hand to open the door. It was unlocked.
"Ray?" Upon stepping inside, he found himself tripping over first physical evidence of something being amiss. Ray's parka, casually tossed on the floor. He held back a retort about sloppiness when Dief shot past him, nosing what appeared to be a trail of winter clothing leading into the house.
Oh, dear...
Visions and questions of naked Ray running around the house shot through his mind. He determinedly shoved those thoughts aside, setting the box down and kicking the door shut behind him. The other supplies outside could wait. This took precedence. "Ray?" He followed the trail of clothing and Diefenbaker to the back bedroom, where the half wolf was nosing the wardrobe door and whining. Puzzled as to what Ray was doing in there, and the fact that he had just stepped over Ray's jeans, he opened the door.
Ray was curled into a fetal position in the corner of the closet, a sheet wrapped around him. He wasn't moving, eyes staring blankly ahead. Fraser's heart and brain stuttered, his first thought was that he was dead. "RAY!"
No response.
He ripped his gloves off, reaching for his partner. His hands were cold, fortunately colder than Ray's skin, but not by much. Fingers skittered over Ray's neck, before he found what he was looking for. Ray's pulse at the side of his neck, beating steadily for all the lack of response.
He became aware of the chill of the atmosphere in the cabin. The fire had gone down, which was probably part of the reason Ray was so cold, aside from the fact that it was generally not a good idea to wander even indoors unclothed for too long, especially when one was not acclimated.
"Dief." He ordered, aware of the wolf's presence next to him. "Warm Ray." He didn't want to leave Ray's side, but he had to get the temperature up, see if it would help bring Ray around. Dief let out a little yip, scrabbling into the wardrobe and wrapping himself around Ray. "No licking." He warned, pulling off his parka and placing it over both of them as a second blanket.
Diefenbaker did not deign him with an answer as he rose and quickly moved into the fireplace. He quickly stoked the fire, adding more fuel and bringing it back up to a cheerful blaze.
He'd heard of this before, he knew it. Ray said he had an Inuit story for every occasion and while that wasn't precisely correct, it did sound familiar to a story he had heard. The story niggled at him from the depths of his brain, giving him something to focus on and allowing his hands to do their task automatically.
The fire rose quickly and he hurried back to Ray. He shifted his partner forward, sliding in between Ray's stiff body and the wooden wall. Dief moved to accommodate him, leaning on Ray from the front so that he's completely surrounded on all sides. It doesn't seem to do any good, but it's a start. It would be warmer by the fire, but Ray's tense, his body ridged and fixed. He doesn't want to take the chance of hurting him during transport out of such closed quarters. And despite Ray's protests to the contrary, he was a very logical man. So if he was hiding in the wardrobe, there must have been some reason for it.
Ray's reaction is unusual as well. Usually one's body was lax in unconsciousness, not taut like this. It was almost like Ray was caught in rigor mortis, only alive. The thought is a terrifying one.
The story... the story... what was the story?
Not story, -stories-. About two men, not one... a Shaman and a great Hunter... a Hunter who could see a whale rise to the surface of the water on the horizon, track caribou a weeks worth of travel away by scent and sound and could feel tracks on the ground where no footprint could be seen.
A hunter whose gift was offset by its curse. Without the Shaman there to guide him, the Hunter would loose himself in these sensations, these senses, leaving himself venerable both to the elements and to attack.
His strength was his weakness.
Their stories were a lesson and a warning mixed in one. Great gifts came a price. Even the strongest Hunter could not survive on his own.
He realised belatedly that he was telling these stories out loud to Ray, stroking the now not so spiky blond hair with a hand. Ray's eyes had closed, his head resting against Fraser's shoulder, face pale in the shadows. "Ray?"
"Frase." Ray swallowed, eyes closing briefly. "It hurts, Frase. Everything hurts."
"I know, Ray." He wrapped his arms around his friend, hugging him carefully. Diefenbaker whined in sympathy, but refrained from licking. They needed to get Ray to the doctors, to town, to make sure everything was all right with him. But at the moment he didn't think Ray was any more inclined to move than he was.
"I know."
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.... o_O
Although, admittedly, she's not quite sure how that works, but it's the truth.
Then that surreal conversation gets interrupted by 'Neechan calling, where she informs me that "Gay sex turns me on"(her, not me), talks about groping Harley's butt and around the same time of a comment about "My ink sacs cry out for sex" (mine, not hers), MOrgan calls, interrupting that conversation.
Who thankfully just invited me out to dinner and hang out with friends.
Which is good, because even I have limits to how bizarre conversations can get before I stop being able to breathe due to hyperventilating and trying not to laugh hysterically.
Hey, MOrgan? Does this work?
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"Ray!" Fraser was glad to be back home. He was happy to be back home, in the Northwest Territories, but he felt a lot happier about it with Ray next to him to share it. Leaving him alone in the cabin for over a week had worn on his nerves more he cared to ruminate about too deeply. He was quite aware that Ray could take care of himself, he'd proven that just recently on their Quest for Franklin, but that did not stop him from worrying. This was a dangerous country and for the most part it was still unknown to his friend and partner.
He noticed that the sled dogs seemed happy to see him, but not overly so. They appeared fine, not that he had any questions on Ray's capabilities to take for them. He seemed to have a knack for dealing with canines. However, Diefenbaker whined, already at the doorway and looking at it worriedly. Fraser frowned slightly to himself. Ray should have answered the door as soon as they pulled up. Perhaps he was asleep?
Unbinding a box of supplies from the back of the snowmobile, he carried it up the stairs and to the front door. "Ray!" He called again, hoping that the blond would open the door for them. No answer. He shared a look at Dief, who whined again, anxiety drawn in every lupine line. He juggled the box a bit, freeing a hand to open the door. It was unlocked.
"Ray?" Upon stepping inside, he found himself tripping over first physical evidence of something being amiss. Ray's parka, casually tossed on the floor. He held back a retort about sloppiness when Dief shot past him, nosing what appeared to be a trail of winter clothing leading into the house.
Oh, dear...
Visions and questions of naked Ray running around the house shot through his mind. He determinedly shoved those thoughts aside, setting the box down and kicking the door shut behind him. The other supplies outside could wait. This took precedence. "Ray?" He followed the trail of clothing and Diefenbaker to the back bedroom, where the half wolf was nosing the wardrobe door and whining. Puzzled as to what Ray was doing in there, and the fact that he had just stepped over Ray's jeans, he opened the door.
Ray was curled into a fetal position in the corner of the closet, a sheet wrapped around him. He wasn't moving, eyes staring blankly ahead. Fraser's heart and brain stuttered, his first thought was that he was dead. "RAY!"
No response.
He ripped his gloves off, reaching for his partner. His hands were cold, fortunately colder than Ray's skin, but not by much. Fingers skittered over Ray's neck, before he found what he was looking for. Ray's pulse at the side of his neck, beating steadily for all the lack of response.
He became aware of the chill of the atmosphere in the cabin. The fire had gone down, which was probably part of the reason Ray was so cold, aside from the fact that it was generally not a good idea to wander even indoors unclothed for too long, especially when one was not acclimated.
"Dief." He ordered, aware of the wolf's presence next to him. "Warm Ray." He didn't want to leave Ray's side, but he had to get the temperature up, see if it would help bring Ray around. Dief let out a little yip, scrabbling into the wardrobe and wrapping himself around Ray. "No licking." He warned, pulling off his parka and placing it over both of them as a second blanket.
Diefenbaker did not deign him with an answer as he rose and quickly moved into the fireplace. He quickly stoked the fire, adding more fuel and bringing it back up to a cheerful blaze.
He'd heard of this before, he knew it. Ray said he had an Inuit story for every occasion and while that wasn't precisely correct, it did sound familiar to a story he had heard. The story niggled at him from the depths of his brain, giving him something to focus on and allowing his hands to do their task automatically.
The fire rose quickly and he hurried back to Ray. He shifted his partner forward, sliding in between Ray's stiff body and the wooden wall. Dief moved to accommodate him, leaning on Ray from the front so that he's completely surrounded on all sides. It doesn't seem to do any good, but it's a start. It would be warmer by the fire, but Ray's tense, his body ridged and fixed. He doesn't want to take the chance of hurting him during transport out of such closed quarters. And despite Ray's protests to the contrary, he was a very logical man. So if he was hiding in the wardrobe, there must have been some reason for it.
Ray's reaction is unusual as well. Usually one's body was lax in unconsciousness, not taut like this. It was almost like Ray was caught in rigor mortis, only alive. The thought is a terrifying one.
The story... the story... what was the story?
Not story, -stories-. About two men, not one... a Shaman and a great Hunter... a Hunter who could see a whale rise to the surface of the water on the horizon, track caribou a weeks worth of travel away by scent and sound and could feel tracks on the ground where no footprint could be seen.
A hunter whose gift was offset by its curse. Without the Shaman there to guide him, the Hunter would loose himself in these sensations, these senses, leaving himself venerable both to the elements and to attack.
His strength was his weakness.
Their stories were a lesson and a warning mixed in one. Great gifts came a price. Even the strongest Hunter could not survive on his own.
He realised belatedly that he was telling these stories out loud to Ray, stroking the now not so spiky blond hair with a hand. Ray's eyes had closed, his head resting against Fraser's shoulder, face pale in the shadows. "Ray?"
"Frase." Ray swallowed, eyes closing briefly. "It hurts, Frase. Everything hurts."
"I know, Ray." He wrapped his arms around his friend, hugging him carefully. Diefenbaker whined in sympathy, but refrained from licking. They needed to get Ray to the doctors, to town, to make sure everything was all right with him. But at the moment he didn't think Ray was any more inclined to move than he was.
"I know."
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Date: 2005-03-09 03:43 pm (UTC)--wait, you'd enjoy that--
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Date: 2005-03-09 03:46 pm (UTC)Have you written more yet? Why not? What are you DOING away from your computer?!? Write, write! Move fingers! Write!
......**snicker** This is all you and Morgan's fault........
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Date: 2005-03-09 05:13 pm (UTC)Question!
Date: 2005-03-09 08:45 pm (UTC)http://www.mischif.net/egaku/wanted.jpg
-Kaito has a shirt that says K2. Does that mean he's a Kill Me Kiss Me fan. Lots of crossdressing in that series...
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Date: 2005-03-10 01:11 am (UTC)Basically K-squared. ^^;; Faster to type in general and kinda ambiguous as to which persona we were talking about.
Never heard of Kiss Me Kill Me... what's it about? Other than crossdressing?
Re: Question!
Date: 2005-03-10 03:20 pm (UTC)Yeah.
Then there's the guy who falls in love with Tae while she's posing as Jung-woo and he begins questioning his sexuality..
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
...And I could sort of tell the K2 stood for Kaitou Kid or Kaito Kuroba but I was curious if you had thought of that.
~Shyro Foxfeather
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Date: 2005-03-10 09:46 am (UTC)*hugs*
Date: 2005-03-15 03:15 am (UTC)