Jon and Guy... sunbeams and tapwater
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palace_jon[Takes place not long after 'The Offer.]
" . . . and, and then he just . . . went." Jon shrugged his shoulders and stopped his pacing, flopping down onto the couch opposite Guy now that he was done relating what had happened in the chapel and looking expectantly at his friend. "So what do I do?" he asked. "I didn't say 'no' but I don't know that I said yes, either."
Guy leaned back against the couch, relaxing after his hurried trip over to see what the hell it was that had Jon all het up about. "Well... this is the guy who fixed you up in the first place, right? Back when you were just little? It's got to be more difficult to operate on a baby than a grown up, and you're not dead, so he probably knows what he's doing... that's a start, isn't it?"
"I guess." Jon said slowly, building up speed as he went along. "And I suppose if he's the man in charge . . ." He stopped. "I should check his bona fides, yea?"
"Wouldn't hurt. Usually when something sounds like too much of a good thing, that's because it is, but this sounds like it might be the real deal. Do you need to know if it's for real before you decide if it's something you want or not?"
"I . . ." Jon tilted his head to one side and then burst out laughing. "You know," he said, feeling a lot more settled now he'd shared. "I'd not even got around to thinking about that part of it! I should really." He gave Guy a fond smile. "What's it like?" he asked, leaning forward in his seat. "Color, I mean?"
"It's ..." Guy furrowed his brow, trying to think of the best way to describe colour to someone who had never seen outside of black, white and grey. "Okay... try this on... and I'm pretty sure this comes out of a drunken conversation with me mate Jason about astronomy and stars and shite, but see if this works. Imagine that each colour has a temperature difference, only instead of being able to feel the difference in temperature, you see it instead, yeah? So, see the sky, right? A patch like that, no clouds at all? Imagine it's cool, like a glass of water that's been out long enough for the condensation on the glass to have just faded away. And that banana over there? Imagine it's warm, really warm, but not hot- like a sweater left in a sunbeam. Does that make any sense?"
"Yes, yes it does." Jon's head nodded enthusiastically. "It makes perfect sense." He let out a long sigh. "I am going to do it, I know I am. Pointless even thinking about it, really. In a negative sense, that is." He leaned back in his seat again, fingers tapping on the arm of the sofa. "It's serendipitous, you see. For years I've given it little thought, only mention it in passing when needful, but lately it seems I'm talking about it left, right and centre. And up." he grinned, looking at the ceiling.
Guy looked puzzled. "You have insightful conversations with the ceiling fan about your colour blindness?"
Jon chuckled. "No, silly. His Highness. When I got the job of organizing the carnival, he was talking about color coding on the folders and I had to explain."
"Ahhh," Guy snorted. "Well, it's a few floors away, so you can understand my confusion. And yeah, colour coded folders wouldn't help you much. He's a good man, y'know? Not just a good king, 'though he's that too, but he's good people."
"He seemed very nice. And very helpful too, once I told him about it." An imp of mischief made him add, "And not at all hard on the eyes."
Guy caught the look in Jon's eyes and grinned cheekily, determined to avoid the obvious pun, no matter how apt. "Mmm... don't have to tell me that. And he's got an arse you could bounce a coin off of too."
"Oh really?" Jon scooted forward, feigning an attitude of intense interest, his chin resting on his hand. "Do tell." He invited, fluttering his eyelashes for good measure.
"Can tell you he liked my Masque costume... you remember my Masque costume, don't you Jon?" Guy said, leaning towards Jon in mirror of his posture.
"Oh phhht." Jon dismissed. "I am so over that." he said gaily. "It's details I'm after...come on, educate me."
"Well, way to tell a fella he doesn't have it any more," Guy said, sniffing and affecting a wounded posture, then leaning back and grinning again. "He's good. Brings out the switch in me like hella whoa, I'm telling you. And it's not the king thing- it's him."
"I didn't mean it that way!" Jon got up and landed in Guy's lap, running soothing fingers through his hair over and over again. "I'm over my embarrassment at naked you, I meant. He sounds, and looks, delicious." Jon went back to the subject at hand. "But he'd never look at a poor wee religious like me." He affected a pout and gave Guy some more of the eyelash treatment.
"Well, you never can tell, you. And if you stopped being embarrassed by naked me, I've stopped being taken in by innocent eyed you," Guy laughed, tapping Jon on the nose with the tip of his finger. "You're a right little tart now, and you know it."
"Oh, I am." Jon laid his head on Guy's shoulder. "And it's all because of you! My mentor." He pursed his lips and blew kisses, wiggling suggestively the whole time.
"Well, mentor has a better ring to it than corrupter," Guy murmured, lacing his arms around Jon and letting him wriggle all he liked. "Either way, you seem happier, so it's all good."
"And seeing in color will make me even happier, I suspect." He got comfortable in Guy's lap, delaying the inevitable just a little. "That doctor man said I should go in 'at my convenience' to give a gene sample and then they call me in for an overnight stay." He glanced up at Guy. "Will you come with me? Or come see me? I've, well, I don't remember being in hospital so it's like I've never been."
"Sure, I'll come with you," Guy promised. "That's pretty amazing that he found you though- thought to look you up and all. Kind of out of the blue."
Jon snuggled in, smiling. "Serendipity." he said.
" . . . and, and then he just . . . went." Jon shrugged his shoulders and stopped his pacing, flopping down onto the couch opposite Guy now that he was done relating what had happened in the chapel and looking expectantly at his friend. "So what do I do?" he asked. "I didn't say 'no' but I don't know that I said yes, either."
Guy leaned back against the couch, relaxing after his hurried trip over to see what the hell it was that had Jon all het up about. "Well... this is the guy who fixed you up in the first place, right? Back when you were just little? It's got to be more difficult to operate on a baby than a grown up, and you're not dead, so he probably knows what he's doing... that's a start, isn't it?"
"I guess." Jon said slowly, building up speed as he went along. "And I suppose if he's the man in charge . . ." He stopped. "I should check his bona fides, yea?"
"Wouldn't hurt. Usually when something sounds like too much of a good thing, that's because it is, but this sounds like it might be the real deal. Do you need to know if it's for real before you decide if it's something you want or not?"
"I . . ." Jon tilted his head to one side and then burst out laughing. "You know," he said, feeling a lot more settled now he'd shared. "I'd not even got around to thinking about that part of it! I should really." He gave Guy a fond smile. "What's it like?" he asked, leaning forward in his seat. "Color, I mean?"
"It's ..." Guy furrowed his brow, trying to think of the best way to describe colour to someone who had never seen outside of black, white and grey. "Okay... try this on... and I'm pretty sure this comes out of a drunken conversation with me mate Jason about astronomy and stars and shite, but see if this works. Imagine that each colour has a temperature difference, only instead of being able to feel the difference in temperature, you see it instead, yeah? So, see the sky, right? A patch like that, no clouds at all? Imagine it's cool, like a glass of water that's been out long enough for the condensation on the glass to have just faded away. And that banana over there? Imagine it's warm, really warm, but not hot- like a sweater left in a sunbeam. Does that make any sense?"
"Yes, yes it does." Jon's head nodded enthusiastically. "It makes perfect sense." He let out a long sigh. "I am going to do it, I know I am. Pointless even thinking about it, really. In a negative sense, that is." He leaned back in his seat again, fingers tapping on the arm of the sofa. "It's serendipitous, you see. For years I've given it little thought, only mention it in passing when needful, but lately it seems I'm talking about it left, right and centre. And up." he grinned, looking at the ceiling.
Guy looked puzzled. "You have insightful conversations with the ceiling fan about your colour blindness?"
Jon chuckled. "No, silly. His Highness. When I got the job of organizing the carnival, he was talking about color coding on the folders and I had to explain."
"Ahhh," Guy snorted. "Well, it's a few floors away, so you can understand my confusion. And yeah, colour coded folders wouldn't help you much. He's a good man, y'know? Not just a good king, 'though he's that too, but he's good people."
"He seemed very nice. And very helpful too, once I told him about it." An imp of mischief made him add, "And not at all hard on the eyes."
Guy caught the look in Jon's eyes and grinned cheekily, determined to avoid the obvious pun, no matter how apt. "Mmm... don't have to tell me that. And he's got an arse you could bounce a coin off of too."
"Oh really?" Jon scooted forward, feigning an attitude of intense interest, his chin resting on his hand. "Do tell." He invited, fluttering his eyelashes for good measure.
"Can tell you he liked my Masque costume... you remember my Masque costume, don't you Jon?" Guy said, leaning towards Jon in mirror of his posture.
"Oh phhht." Jon dismissed. "I am so over that." he said gaily. "It's details I'm after...come on, educate me."
"Well, way to tell a fella he doesn't have it any more," Guy said, sniffing and affecting a wounded posture, then leaning back and grinning again. "He's good. Brings out the switch in me like hella whoa, I'm telling you. And it's not the king thing- it's him."
"I didn't mean it that way!" Jon got up and landed in Guy's lap, running soothing fingers through his hair over and over again. "I'm over my embarrassment at naked you, I meant. He sounds, and looks, delicious." Jon went back to the subject at hand. "But he'd never look at a poor wee religious like me." He affected a pout and gave Guy some more of the eyelash treatment.
"Well, you never can tell, you. And if you stopped being embarrassed by naked me, I've stopped being taken in by innocent eyed you," Guy laughed, tapping Jon on the nose with the tip of his finger. "You're a right little tart now, and you know it."
"Oh, I am." Jon laid his head on Guy's shoulder. "And it's all because of you! My mentor." He pursed his lips and blew kisses, wiggling suggestively the whole time.
"Well, mentor has a better ring to it than corrupter," Guy murmured, lacing his arms around Jon and letting him wriggle all he liked. "Either way, you seem happier, so it's all good."
"And seeing in color will make me even happier, I suspect." He got comfortable in Guy's lap, delaying the inevitable just a little. "That doctor man said I should go in 'at my convenience' to give a gene sample and then they call me in for an overnight stay." He glanced up at Guy. "Will you come with me? Or come see me? I've, well, I don't remember being in hospital so it's like I've never been."
"Sure, I'll come with you," Guy promised. "That's pretty amazing that he found you though- thought to look you up and all. Kind of out of the blue."
Jon snuggled in, smiling. "Serendipity." he said.
