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[May 4] [Pacific Rim]
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Day/Theme: 4. jung (a feeling stronger than love that can only be proved after surviving a huge argument)
Series: Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hermann/Newt
Rating: Drift Connections, cuddles
In the aftermath, they were both disheveled and breathing hard. There were papers scattered and something purple dripping off the table where Newt had slammed his fist down on it. Both of their faces were red and neither was willing to look at each other now that the screaming had stopped. Hermann spoke first.
"I should go see what the Marshall wanted. Apologize." He took a deep breath and pulled his sweater straight. "I'll just…" He gestured at the carcass on the table."Leave you to it."
"No!" Newt was tearing off his gloves and rushing to scrub down. His voice cracked from all the yelling he had been doing and he cleared his throat. "No, no. You are never to leave. Not ever. If you've had enough, you send me out."
"I didn't mean leave leave," Hermann said, exasperated but too tired to argue anymore. "I'll be right back."
"I'm coming, too," Newt insisted. He dried his hands and hurried over. Hermann was about to reassure him again, but they both froze when they got a good look at each other. Each of their left eyes were flushed with blood.
"Oh," Hermann said, raising a hand to Newt's temple. Newt was reaching for his face, too.
"Aw, man…" Newt said. "Break time." He took Hermann's hand and lead him to the door.
"We really should speak to the Marshall…" Hermann said, but allowed himself to be escorted away from the elevator towards their quarters. They were sharing this space too. They had agreed it was more efficient and easier for their Drift connection if they were in close proximity and the first thing Newt had done when they got there was disassemble the bunkbeds and set them side by side to make one big bed. They both sat on the edge of it, still holding hands.
"We weren't actually disagreeing about anything," Newt said. "Did you notice?"
"We're on edge," Hermann said. "Residual stress from the last pack member, perhaps."
"I think it's dead now," Newt said. Hermann nodded. They sat quietly for a moment and then Newt slid to the floor to start pulling off Hermann's shoes. Hermann started to protest, but then sighed, and leaned over to undo his tie. They took off jackets and belts and glasses and curled together like two puzzle pieces. Closing their bloodshot eyes calmed that ache as well. They squirmed and nuzzled until they were pressed as close as they could. They lay there and let their senses calm for awhile. Their nerves relaxed and their connection soothed their buzzing thoughts.
It spread out, letting their thoughts and emotions bleed into each other until they were hard to tell apart. As they melted into it and synchronized a little, it became like a rorschach blot, symmetry from either side.
"What were you so worried about losing?" Newt asked after awhile. They were so close, his lips brushed Hermann's chin. "The 'unacceptable loss' you were yelling about when the door slammed."
"You know," Hermann sighed. He tapped a finger gently against Newt's scalp where his hands were in his hair.
"I want to hear you say it." It was said honestly, without any sass, so Hermann shivered and answered.
"I will write them whatever code they need to build whatever machine they think they want, as long as you are not put to any risk. Not like before." He opened his eyes. Newt could tell because the eyelashes stroked over his temple. Hermann looked at him a moment, then let them close again. "You're all I have. All I have had since this began."
"You big softie." Again, it was too gentle to be mocking, so Hermann confessed one more thing. He was sure Newt had already realized it through the Drift and hadn't been surprised. It was probably safe to say.
"Without you, I would have a hard time caring about what happened to me," he said. As he expected, Newt accepted this and hugged him a little tighter.
"I love you too, man."
Day/Theme: 4. jung (a feeling stronger than love that can only be proved after surviving a huge argument)
Series: Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hermann/Newt
Rating: Drift Connections, cuddles
In the aftermath, they were both disheveled and breathing hard. There were papers scattered and something purple dripping off the table where Newt had slammed his fist down on it. Both of their faces were red and neither was willing to look at each other now that the screaming had stopped. Hermann spoke first.
"I should go see what the Marshall wanted. Apologize." He took a deep breath and pulled his sweater straight. "I'll just…" He gestured at the carcass on the table."Leave you to it."
"No!" Newt was tearing off his gloves and rushing to scrub down. His voice cracked from all the yelling he had been doing and he cleared his throat. "No, no. You are never to leave. Not ever. If you've had enough, you send me out."
"I didn't mean leave leave," Hermann said, exasperated but too tired to argue anymore. "I'll be right back."
"I'm coming, too," Newt insisted. He dried his hands and hurried over. Hermann was about to reassure him again, but they both froze when they got a good look at each other. Each of their left eyes were flushed with blood.
"Oh," Hermann said, raising a hand to Newt's temple. Newt was reaching for his face, too.
"Aw, man…" Newt said. "Break time." He took Hermann's hand and lead him to the door.
"We really should speak to the Marshall…" Hermann said, but allowed himself to be escorted away from the elevator towards their quarters. They were sharing this space too. They had agreed it was more efficient and easier for their Drift connection if they were in close proximity and the first thing Newt had done when they got there was disassemble the bunkbeds and set them side by side to make one big bed. They both sat on the edge of it, still holding hands.
"We weren't actually disagreeing about anything," Newt said. "Did you notice?"
"We're on edge," Hermann said. "Residual stress from the last pack member, perhaps."
"I think it's dead now," Newt said. Hermann nodded. They sat quietly for a moment and then Newt slid to the floor to start pulling off Hermann's shoes. Hermann started to protest, but then sighed, and leaned over to undo his tie. They took off jackets and belts and glasses and curled together like two puzzle pieces. Closing their bloodshot eyes calmed that ache as well. They squirmed and nuzzled until they were pressed as close as they could. They lay there and let their senses calm for awhile. Their nerves relaxed and their connection soothed their buzzing thoughts.
It spread out, letting their thoughts and emotions bleed into each other until they were hard to tell apart. As they melted into it and synchronized a little, it became like a rorschach blot, symmetry from either side.
"What were you so worried about losing?" Newt asked after awhile. They were so close, his lips brushed Hermann's chin. "The 'unacceptable loss' you were yelling about when the door slammed."
"You know," Hermann sighed. He tapped a finger gently against Newt's scalp where his hands were in his hair.
"I want to hear you say it." It was said honestly, without any sass, so Hermann shivered and answered.
"I will write them whatever code they need to build whatever machine they think they want, as long as you are not put to any risk. Not like before." He opened his eyes. Newt could tell because the eyelashes stroked over his temple. Hermann looked at him a moment, then let them close again. "You're all I have. All I have had since this began."
"You big softie." Again, it was too gentle to be mocking, so Hermann confessed one more thing. He was sure Newt had already realized it through the Drift and hadn't been surprised. It was probably safe to say.
"Without you, I would have a hard time caring about what happened to me," he said. As he expected, Newt accepted this and hugged him a little tighter.
"I love you too, man."