kollo_rpg | Summer 12

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Summer 12 - Open

[Granite Cabin]

[It’s been a few days since moving out of Perch and into Granite with Spike, not that Ianto has much to do in the way of unpacking. Nevertheless he’s all settled in by now and has made himself at home in the new cabin. If anyone should stop by to visit this morning they’ll likely find him enjoying a cup of coffee on the porch and fighting back some early morning yawns.]

[Community Center]

[Later in the day he can be found at the Community Center, browsing through the library or enjoying the view from the lounge. He might even take a stroll around the garden, but the overcast weather makes him reluctant to travel much further on the island today in case the weather takes a turn for the worse. No matter where he is he won’t say no to a bit of company.]

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Spike has had a harder time adjusting to the daylight hours, and it's some time later that he finally joins Ianto on the porch, hair mussed, wearing jeans and not much else. The added privacy of a cabin a little ways away from the rest means he doesn't have to pretend he cares about the comfort of his roommates, and he intends to take advantage of that for as long as he's able.

"Had a fun time last night?"

[Oh he is very much not the only one still trying to adjust his sleep schedule - thus the giant mug of coffee. In fact Ianto is in the middle of a particularly jaw cracking yawn as he walks out. With Jack out of the picture his routine has been strictly nocturnal for the last year or so and it’s going to take more than a few days to change that, especially with Spike providing so many incentives to stay up late.]

I’ve only just gotten my legs working again, which I think qualifies as an indication that a good time was had by all.

"Usually a good sign." He smirks, plopping himself down on the edge of the porch to light a cigarette. "Sorry you had to go on your own. Not really my thing, all that."

Communal merriment in general, but especially that particular brand of fun. Tights, patchouli oil, white people with dreads... that was fun in the 70s. He's not too keen on the nerd version of Woodstock.

Ianto shifts a bit so he can lean comfortably against his chest once he’s taken a seat. Good thing they’re camping him soon with all the second hand smoke he gets these days.

“Actually I was referring to our own activities last night after I got back but I suppose the party was alright, too.” Spike probably doesn’t even have to look at him to know how much he’s smirking over that little comment. Frankly while he enjoyed meeting people they both know themed parties aren’t exactly is thing, either.

"The day I don't leave you weak at the knees is the day I walk heart-first into a pointy stick."

He jokes, but it's not without a sliver of worry. People change when they... change. Until the deed is done he'll always be concerned that Ianto will come to resent him or despise him or pity him. Demons bring out the worst in people.

"Tell me about the party."

Everything seems to lead to that topic these days, as if they can’t escape the subject of changing him. It’s hard to see eye to eye on it when Ianto so firmly believes nothing could ever alter the way he feels about him but Spike has the experience to know that all the sincerity in the world won’t necessarily make that true. Maybe that’s why they keep dancing around the subject, why it’s easier to settle back more comfortably against him and sip his coffee and ignore the opportunity to talk about it.

“Well you know how much I love participating in a party with a theme,” Actually the opposite of all those things is what he knows. “I talked to a few new people, ate some food, tried to avoid costumes or dancing. The fire show at the end was nice, even you might have enjoyed that.”

They have all the time in the world to talk about it. After all, they've only been here a little over a week - surely not enough time to call it a proper vacation and if there's one thing Spike knows about vacations it's that it's the perfect opportunity to forget about the things that worry you. They'll get to it, eventually. Not today.

"Oh, I remember." He seem to recall some reluctance around all the themed parties back in Marina. Maybe that was one thing that drew them together; infinite eyerolls in the face of Jack's enthusiasm.

"Maybe I'll join you next time. Mingle with the neighbours."

They bonded at a party, didn’t they? That was their first real conversation once he got his soul back, the moment they became friends, if he had to define it. And it really only happened because they were both hated the party itself but felt obligated to go.

“It’s a small crowd here, I’m sure you’ll meet them eventually.” Not that he feels inclined to go anywhere, he’s far too comfortable pillowed against him right now. “Or we could be anti-social. Hole up here and never leave. I’m sure we can find something to occupy ourselves.” It wouldn’t be the first time they’ve done it in their travels. There are some cities he remembers very little of, all things considered.

That sure was a turning point, looking back at it. He was vulnerable and Ianto is such a good listener that Spike didn't even notice that he'd poured his freshly returned soul out until it was too late. The rest is, as they say, history.

"I like the way you think." He plants a gentle kiss on Ianto's forehead, quite content to do exactly that. "I've met a few of the others, actually. Interesting bunch."

This is a good way to start the morning in his book, even if it is closer to afternoon if they’re being honest. As long as they’ve been together he’s never gotten bored of this or felt like spending each day together was settling into a rut or getting to domestic. It just makes him happy, as simple as that.

“Oh yes? Anyone in particular stand out to you?” He’s a little curious to see how Spike is doing with meeting new people. Last time they did something like this he never really stood a chance at making friends due to the soul situation.

It has been a lot easier here, coming in with a blank slate and no one really knowing him from the good old bitey days. When he dropped into Marina Buffy was already there, and Angel and Xander and- well. He never stood a chance, even if he would've wanted to take it.

"Met a girl the day we arrived. Chloe." He says it matter-of-factly, as if he's deliberately trying to not spark any jealousy here.

It really is a fresh start. Not that they haven’t had those over the years but for the most part it’s just been the two or three of them traveling about. They haven’t done much of this sort of thing - settling down, getting to know people. They got so close with their fellow inmates in Marina, many of whom he still misses or thinks about regularly but he has no idea if the same thing will happen here. At the very least it seems like a good thing that they’re both tying to get to know some of the other visitors.

“Oh? Like her much, did you?” No, he’s not jealous but he’s happy to play along with this game and pretend to be a bit.

"Oh, yeah. I can never resist a blonde."

There's some truth to that but in the context of Chloe, the interest is... well. It's interest. They have a lot in common while being nothing like each other. So far he hasn't really found that many like him on this spit of land and he's resigning to taking what he can get.

That said, he's not sure how much he can spill about her non-human nature. There's a sense of kinship here, of... solidarity, maybe. Even with Ianto he's playing it cautious.

"She's nice. Different."

“Will I need to dye my hair to keep your interest?” He never would it would look terrible but the mock indignant threat is all part of the game.

It does sound like there are things he’s not saying but he trusts Spike. If he’s keeping secrets it’s for a reason. “I’m glad you’ve found someone you get along with. You’re doing more socializing than me it seems.”

"You know, I think you just might. I'll get the peroxide ready." It would look terrible. Some people can pull off the bleach blond look and some really can't.

"Hey, you're the one popping by parties. Besides, I haven't talked to her since we got here."

He has bumped into a few others that he thought seemed okay, but no one that really grabbed his interest the way she did. Really should track her down again, see if he can't have another word with her. On that note...

"Oh. She offered to cook dinner. Proper homecooked meal, she said, if you're interested."

“Don’t you dare.” Let’s put a stop to his now just in case. Occasionally letting Spike paint his nails is about as fair as he’s willing to go in terms of looking like him.

“I wonder what could possibly have been keeping you away from all the social events?” Certainly not sex in a cabin with Ianto that would never happen.

The offer gets a slights laugh. “Does she know you don’t eat?” He’ll probably take her up on it if he’s honest. He was never much of a cook and being with a vampire has done absolutely nothing to improve his motivation.

Hey, he's pretty good at manicures and ever since leaving Marina, there hasn't been a lot of opportunities for it. Besides, Ianto could benefit from punking it up from time to time. Stick it to the man. Break some gender barriers. Rebel against societal norms.

"Oh, I think you know." He rolls his eyes, ever so gently. "And she knows. As it happens, she doesn't eat either so it'd be entirely for your benefit."

Oh yes when you think rebel you think Ianto. He’s quite happy with having Spike be the bad boy in the relationship, thank you.

“Another vampire?” He asks curiously, politely ignoring the eye roll. That might be nice - Spike seems to do well when he has nonhuman playmates around.

((In their day 13 thread Jack just gave Ianto permission to share with Spike about what happened to him but since Anna and I have been slow with that and only just threaded it now want to hand wave it? Or play it out in a thread “today” and assume Ianto waited to share? I’m good with either option.))

"No." he responds, vaguely. "Something else. I'll let her tell you, if she's up for it."

(( We can play it out whenever we get the chance to! ))

“I look forward to it.” He finishes his coffee and sets the mug aside contentedly. “Come on, shall we do a bit of exploring then?”

((I’m good with wrapping up this thread and starting a new one if you want! They can talk about that and the whole vampire thing for draaaama!))

"Alright." He agrees, stretching his arms above his head to shake the last bit of stiffness from the night. If he's learned one thing from their last expedition, it's to never say no when Ianto asks if they should go exploring.

(( Sure thing! I'm posting a general mingle for the crayfish party in a bit, maybe we can do something there? ))

((Sounds good! I’ll tag in there!))

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Summer 12 - Open

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six years later

Holidays don’t count lol

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