He doesn’t see the change in Rama’s smile; the touch feels the same, the affection just as genuine as it was before. “A little,” he admits quietly, hand moving to Rama’s waist. “As much as I’d hate to move, we can’t stay like this.”
They need to settle in for the night, prepare for the chill that will set in by changing clothes and fixing their bed. He needs his bandages put back on before he sleeps, or else he’ll actually do some damage rather than merely risking it.
Crozier reaches for the hand on his chest and brings it up to his lips, brushing a kiss to his knuckles. “But maybe worry about my hair at a later date, mn? Save something for tomorrow.”
Raju's eyes widen a little as Francis kisses his knuckles, expression shifting into quiet surprise. What he has with Francis, what they've started building — started now, or maybe a long time ago — every moment of it should remind him of Seetha and choices that he has to make, pain and other inevitable things. But he's never been kissed the way that Francis, sometimes, has been kissing him: like he's doing as much of the wooing as Raju is, like Raju isn't leading Francis into heartbreak so much as the two of them are taking turns leading each other.
And there's something about the thing itself, the obvious romance in the gesture. He's never once thought about how it would feel to be on this end of it before.
"I have to worry about your hair," he says, unwilling to move his one hand from Francis' just now but flipping the towel behind Francis over the top of his head with the other and rubbing it at his head gently. "We can't leave it damp all night. Besides, if we're moving, that means I get to clean you up now. I might as well worry about your hair while I do the rest of it."
The more time passes, after all, the more aware he becomes of that wet spot inside his trousers. Moving isn't necessarily going to be a bad thing, even if Raju didn't need something to do to stop himself from thinking. "You'll feel better once you're clean and dry, you'll see. I won't even take very long to find you new trousers, I've already looked through everything once."
Crozier squints up through the folds of the towel as Rama rubs the rest of the water out of his hair. He’s endeared by the finickiness, even if a little exasperated that everything should be done and done efficiently right then and now. There’s always a little room for things to be done later, or fall away entirely.
“I won’t argue with you on that point,” he says, “I’m sure I will.” Although if he was really being honest he’s more looking forward to their very new tradition of awkwardly sleeping upright together. It has been good for his injuries, and he can unabashedly lean into him as long as he wishes. He’s not eager to let him go just yet, but if they must….
Raju huffs out an amused breath, small smile creeping its way onto his face. "Like a boy," he teases, and if he's lucky the teasing will wash his misgivings to the back of his mind again, where they might find themselves shoved behind something else and forgotten there. The rest of my life hangs inside him like a weight, and he wishes it wouldn't. "A minute now and you won't catch a chill later."
Then he finishes, shifts to stand, and hesitates. He studies Francis' face, studying that pull that he's always felt in looking at him. He doesn't know about anything else, about the future, or duty, or pain, or anything. But he knows he can give in to that pull now, in ways he hadn't even considered for most of the time that he's felt it. He knows giving in to the want will make Francis happy. He brushes the towel back over Francis' hair one more time slowly, sets it back behind his head, and cups the side of Francis' face, leaning forward to ease his way into a kiss gentle enough to say everything with it he doesn't quite have words for, or maybe has said to Francis already. I love you isn't as dangerous for Francis as it feels. The danger is already done.
You touch me like you love me. Raju tries to kiss Francis like he loves him, too. It's the least he can do.
Behind the kiss is sentiment and warmth, Crozier can feel in his hand just resting on the side of his face and in his lips as they brush against his. He meets the kiss, very carefully tilting his head back a breadth, but doesn’t try to control or deepen. He understands this, he’s here to receive. If it’s a parting gift upon separating or a swell of affection is not for him to understand.
His hand raises from where it had settled against the arm of the chair, reaching far enough to just brush against Rama’s outer sleeve before he drops it back down again. He just wants Rama to know that he’s here, right here with him.
Crozier waits for Rama to pull his head back, utilizing whatever self control remains to keep his arms down and his body relaxed against the chair. He has nothing queued up to say when they do part - no quip or silly joke or compliment. He just has this, himself. Nothing more.
His gaze moves over Francis' face when he pulls back. He smiles a little, then stands. Easier to feel the wet spot in his trousers this way and he lets out a rough, amused breath, looking down at it and then at Francis. "I'll only be a moment," he says and brushes his hand against Francis' arm as he goes. When he comes back it's with a bundle of clothes for himself and another pair of soft pyjama bottoms for Francis, and he hands them over as he starts to strip.
"You'll need your bandages wrapped again too, won't you?" he sighs as he starts, reaching for the bundle of rags with one hand as the other lets go of his waistband. That's enough to start with, everything unbuttoned as it is. "Are you ready for that yet, or do you want to wait?"
He’d quite like to keep watching Rama take off his clothes, but he knows the time for indulging is over. He needs to change and get wrapped, so he starts stripping himself down to get prepared, starting with the impossibly soft jumper.
Taking off his trousers is more of a process than the shirt, and he pauses with them hitched around his hips to catch his breath. “Trousers first,” he tells him, wriggling out leg by by leg, handless arm pressed to his chest out of habit.
"Mhm." Raju, hale and two-handed, finishes taking his trousers and drawers off first, sets them aside and pauses after. It's odd to pause this way, he's getting goosepimples already, but the impulse to check on Francis took over before he'd thought about it and the realisation that it doesn't matter how little he wears around Francis any more, doesn't matter in a very different way from how it wouldn't have mattered before, stops him longer.
But shivering gets him back on task and he wipes himself down with a rag, tosses it with his trousers, and holds another one out to Francis. "Alright?" he murmurs, not wanting to charge in to do the thing for him — taking care for Francis' dignity is nearly as difficult, sometimes, as watching him in pain has been — but wanting to offer, at least, even if that stretches his time half-exposed to the open air out a little longer. He shivers again, and with his shirts still on, looks ridiculous, but solving both those problems can wait for a second or two.
Crozier takes the rag from Rama’s hands after his trousers are completely down and off, and he stands with a firm grip to the handle of the chair to wash without looking like a complete invalid. It’s an interesting mix of emotions - bashfulness and embarrassment, intrigue, curiosity…and yes, attraction.
He’s just so goddamned beautiful, it’s unfair. He knows he’s been unable to follow whatever routine he curated at home, so this isn’t even Rama at his peak, a loss of muscle and food taken whatever toll it had on him. But his body is still impressive and downright picturesque, and Crozier turns himself away in order to focus on cleaning and not staring like a goddamned love sick fool.
Francis turns away, and it gives Raju something more to stare at. It's thoughtful staring as much as it's anything else; the urge to stare at all is... new? Is it new?
Raju shivers again, grimaces, and focuses on pulling on his drawers over his socks, the first pair of trousers, the second pair. Once they're on it's a little easier to focus, not warm yet, but not quite as cold. And that happiness is still humming through him even now with rest of my life shifting its way into the back of his mind. Even now he feels the tired weight in his limbs, the hint of warmth. If the new burn marks on the floor weren't enough to prove what's just happened, if his new knowledge of Francis' body wasn't enough, Raju would feel different, even still. He glances over at Francis again and his gaze sticks there, contemplative.
"I get to stare all I want to now," he realises, pleased, and huffs in amusement at himself. "Thank goodness. I didn't know what to do with myself before."
He's mid-step back into a pair of clean pair of trousers when Rama gives that little huff. He jerks the waistband up, getting it mostly back into place as he feels the blood rush to his neck and face. They've kissed and touched and made each other...well, they'd been intimate, for God's sake, and here he is still getting flustered over such a little comment.
But there's so much behind it, isn't there? Rama is amused as he seems to realize there aren't any constraints on looking anymore. He's seemingly just plain happy with the revelation, being able to stare at him without limitations or having to hide himself. And he wants to look at him! He has been looking at him! Not that Crozier hasn't been staring right back; Rama just lends himself to being watched closely.
Crozier coughs quietly and sits back down on the bench, waiting for Rama to finish dressing so he can bandage his chest. "I...hadn't guessed that's what you were doing. You nearly always an intense stare when you're thinking."
"There's been a lot to think about." On the bench there's room to sit next to him so Raju does, grabbing for the bandage on the way. A hint at a frown moves over his face as he looks at it in his hands. He won't miss seeing the way it hurts Francis when he wraps it, even if it helps. He'd burn it once Francis was done with it, if there wasn't too much chance they'd need it later for something else.
Doing something else important with his hands gives Raju the reason, at least for a moment, to put the damned thing aside; he'd seen Francis' blood rushing to his skin when he'd first said it and makes as if to pinch that pink cheek now, then instead of pinching runs his thumb over the skin. "And plenty to look at."
It's nothing he'd say to a man, but so much of what he's done today could be described that way, so after a second of watching his thumb over Francis' cheek Raju goes on, smiling knowingly: "Blushing suits you, you know. I knew it would. You should do it more often."
He's rarely been on the receiving end of compliments, and he frowns in confusion as Raju sits close and touches his face. It's a quiet fire that burns in him now, his body too exhausted for anything but that magnificent little leap his heart gives at Rama's smile. He has dimples in his cheeks. Darling little dimples that makes the wear and strain fall from his handsome face.
"Blushing suits me," he repeats incredulously. Rama hasn't seen him with a full head of copper hair and too many freckles to count; the blushing would have looked like heat stroke or a sunburn.
"Do you honestly..." Crozier trails off, unsure of his question. Unsure of anything but his very deep desire for this incredible man, who looks at him and touches and kisses him with more tenderness and passion than he's had in -
What a sad thought. He can't remember if he's ever been touched with this kind of admiration. Maybe once or twice, with Ross, but that was James, dear.
"I'm certain I will," he finds, hand steadying himself in between their legs on the bench. "If you keep saying those things to me."
"Then I'll have to do it again," he says, moving a little closer to Francis on the bench, hand resting near Francis' as Raju leans toward him. His gaze moves over Francis' face. But Francis had been confused when Raju had said it, and of course he had; if he'd ever heard words like that before, he'd have been the one saying them. Not that that seems much like Francis either— not unless murmured very low into a waiting ear, that Raju can imagine very...
Focus.
"I know you said there isn't a usual for this. For men. But I... you don't mind it, do you? When I speak to you that way? I can see you aren't used to it, I'd hate for you to feel I'm treating you like... unlike a man. But you are beautiful. I don't know how else to say it."
Perhaps there is something usual between two men, but it isn't as though either of them would know about it. They'll have to make their own typical, navigate around what's awkward and what feels right. It feels an insurmountable challenge, one that Crozier wouldn't even know where to begin -
Except Rama's called him beautiful. He's called him beautiful, and he doesn't hate it. He doesn't hate it at all.
His neck feels a little hotter, ears burning now. "No...I don't feel...lesser," he tells him, choosing his words carefully. "Being admired isn't a familiar sensation, and I feel no more a man than I had yesterday. My initial balking...is due to unfamiliarity."
It's strange, and in that strangeness is where he feels turned upside down. "Do you...would you mind it? I confess I look at you with the same admiration, but I fear missteps."
At the question Raju looks away from Francis' red ears, hand sliding down to his jaw. He smiles, pleased at Francis' admiration and his cautious consideration, and takes a moment to imagine it. It doesn't take much work to imagine; Francis had been saying all sorts of things not ten minutes ago, when Raju could feel Francis over nearly every part of him. And anything he hadn't said, that had been communicated very clearly, too. From Francis, Raju would know exactly what it means.
"From you?" he says quietly, warmly. "No. You wouldn't make it... anything else. You do respect me. And if you called me those things, you'd still respect me. If you said it, it would be honest admiration. From you, I think... I could like it."
Raju feels his smile grow, pleased at the idea, and watches his hand hand moving up from Francis' chin, rubbing over the place the blush has spread onto one of his ears. "I like hearing about the way you look at me. It's you. How could I feel anything else?"
His intent gaze over his hand and Francis' blush moves to Francis' face again. "You aren't used to it at all, being admired? Not even by women?"
The divide between what's said in the throes of passion versus everyday admiration and compliments paid seems to be a clear one to Crozier. It's never been any other way. Those things are meant to be quiet and reserved, locked away in wit and an exchange of quips lest one person think the other too sincere. But here they both are, cleaned up and mostly redressed, simply sitting close and paying gentle compliments to each other, the urge to laugh and deflect tamped down by a careful, affectionate touch to his face.
"Perhaps in my youth," he tells him. But the truth was he always stood next to brighter-burning stars. Even if handsome in his youth, eyes were always drawn to James Clark Ross. "And later for my sailing, or work on magnetism. But that isn't what you mean, is it?"
He stops himself from leaning into the touch and falling into Rama entirely. "I would though, respect you. Do respect you. From that respect was where the admiration blossomed. I'd never met a man so casually selfless and courageous."
A little of the pleasure on Raju’s face turns into surprise. Not at the description itself, exactly. No one’s needed the kind of large-scale, impressive feats that used to earn him those descriptions sometimes in the uniform, and out of it at home those sentiments had usually been more about what Raju will accomplish rather than anything he actually has. That isn’t the way that Francis thinks of him at all, and outside that, he can’t think of anything else that would fit.
“You think so?” Raju asks and then he realises how he sounds, and his smile deepens. His hand rubs its way down Francis’ ear and settles over the back of Francis’ neck, thumb moving back and forth. “I’m not fishing for compliments. I just haven’t done anything. There was that business with the wolves, I suppose, when you broke your ribs the first time—“
Raju gives him a wry look here, he isn’t going to pull the topic off track to say it, but twice is dangerously close to making it a habit.
“—but it wasn’t that impressive. I spent most of that making you run with me. Anyone can do that, if he’s healthy enough.”
Yes, yes, twice now with the broken ribs. It’s not like he went looking for that second occasion! He scoffs quietly at the sardonic little grin, his own amusement falling when Rama can’t seem to see himself.
“Ridiculous,” he says, “completely ridiculous. Valor needn’t be limited to being chased by goddamned wolves.”
His hand slides over Rama’s, up over his outer thigh until it finds a place to settle on his lap. “You walking into the cold with bare feet to spare the others from the flame, how you begged me to keep away from you, even though you were in horrendous pain. The way you dug me out from the collapsed ice with your bare hands. How carefully and dutifully you’ve cared for me. Does that not speak to selflessness?”
He knows he’s right, and he can’t keep the slight smirk off of his face.
As Francis starts explaining Raju looks up from Francis’ hand on his lap, frowning thoughtfully. It sounds very obvious when Francis says it all that way. Not that Raju could have done anything else any of those times, not and keep any of his honor, his self respect. But that doesn’t mean Francis is wrong. It means that Raju forgot.
“You see more clearly than I do,” he smiles, hand wrapping itself around the back of Francis’. “I’m lucky to have you.”
Then his warm smile curls with amusement, and the hand at the back if Francis’ neck makes a pinching motion at the corner of that smirk. “Or that’s what I would be saying, if you weren’t looking so smug about it. Besides, when I went into the snow in bare feet I didn’t know what a pain healing the damn things would be. Maybe now I’d take the time to put two layers of socks on each foot and lace up my shoes, and everything would be burned up by the time I left.”
“That’s why we keep the bucket,” replies Crozier dryly. “Throwing water at you whilst you fiddle with your shoes, that’s our method.”
But speaking of uncontrollable fire, Crozier briefly glances down at the char marks on the wooden floor. They formed a kind of circle around the chair where they’d…been together, just like the wall of flames that formed the night of the town meeting.
These flames had burned brightly and then calmed by the end, disappearing into smoke and smeared ash on the wooden planks. Harmless, in the end. Horrifically symbolic though, almost poetic. He glances at Rama, smug look softening into quiet affection. He hadn’t worried about their safety while it happened, not one bit.
Raju looks surprised and then warm and he lifts Francis' hand, his turn now to press a slow kiss to the back of it. His smile is soft as he lifts his head away, looking steadily into Francis' eyes. "Any way you want me," he murmurs, then amusement curls at the edges of his expression again. "Though, it's a relief you want me this way after all. I've always loved you, of course, but the rest of it might have been a problem. I needn't have worried about what to do with it at all. You already knew what you wanted to do."
His face is burning hot now, his gaze dropping to the their hands so he doesn't have to keep looking into Rama's very beautiful eyes. Always loved him, but the rest... "I knew how to start, but not what to do after," he admits, laughing very quietly. That's a problem for the future - tomorrow, at least.
Crozier moves a little closer to Rama on the bench, letting their thighs touch together. He holds his hand in his, thumb moving over Rama's still-healing knuckles. "Did you languish very long, trying to understand what to do with it all?"
Raju smiles down at their thighs, their hands. Sitting like lovers. But that's what they are, isn't it? It's a strange thought. One that seems both strange and perfectly natural, by turns, but no matter how strange it is or isn't there's something very right about it. "I've been keeping busy. I didn't, ah..."
His gaze darts to Francis' face, then away to their hands with the faint, false amusement on his face of a man trying to look less embarrassed than he is. But Francis won't mind the lapse, will he? The magnitude of what Raju's missed about himself and for how long is... offputting, but Francis has a way of making the lapses and imperfections not seem as... as dire as they might otherwise be. "I didn't... realise until you were, ah... and then once you were going to live, there was so much to do. But so much time to just sit there thinking. Thinking myself head first into a brick wall. I wanted you, finally figured that much out, but once I knew—"
He shrugs, sighing and looking at Francis again with a rueful little smile. "And you?" His hand in Francis' curls over his fingers. He'll have to touch Francis' face again in a moment, or kiss him, or something. He wants more of that blush, somehow, and only touching it will do. But in the moment, a question: "You knew your own mind already, today. You've been thinking about it. When?"
He waits for Rama to collect his thoughts, happy to do so, patiently smiling and running his thumb back and forth over his knuckles. He could sit like this all night - if his body allowed that sort of thing - and be happy, so long as Rama stayed beside him.
His answer is surprising - and more than a little heart wrenching. Rama’s only started to realize things when he’d showed up in the snow so beaten that it seemed like he would die. He’d only puzzled things out when Crozier was on death’s door, and then after he’d slept and slept and slept…and when he’d started to heal he’d still been fragile. Hell, he’s still fragile now, unable to move long distances by himself or wash his own hair. Rama had all these weeks to mull over his thoughts, but even as he watched him slowly get better he hadn’t known what to do with said thoughts.
His smile, vaguely sad as he thinks about the man he loves ruminating and suffering all for his sake, turns just a little more bashful. Of course he had to ask, and Crozier needs to be truthful in turn to honor Rama’s vulnerability with him. “I…ah.” He laughs a little, looking away from him briefly. When was the moment exactly? There had been a thousand little moments, all of them converging eventually into what he feels for him now. But he knows when he first let himself think it, right down to the minute.
“When your feet were still healing,” he says, recalling when it all locked into place for him. “And we’d come from town and happened upon the cairns. That was when I knew.”
Rama had been….he’d been everything that day. He bowed his head to cairns and made space for his grief, and then after they’d sat in front of the fire and laughed and teased each other. He’d been smitten from that moment on.
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Date: 2024-07-06 02:10 pm (UTC)He doesn’t see the change in Rama’s smile; the touch feels the same, the affection just as genuine as it was before. “A little,” he admits quietly, hand moving to Rama’s waist. “As much as I’d hate to move, we can’t stay like this.”
They need to settle in for the night, prepare for the chill that will set in by changing clothes and fixing their bed. He needs his bandages put back on before he sleeps, or else he’ll actually do some damage rather than merely risking it.
Crozier reaches for the hand on his chest and brings it up to his lips, brushing a kiss to his knuckles. “But maybe worry about my hair at a later date, mn? Save something for tomorrow.”
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Date: 2024-07-06 07:20 pm (UTC)And there's something about the thing itself, the obvious romance in the gesture. He's never once thought about how it would feel to be on this end of it before.
"I have to worry about your hair," he says, unwilling to move his one hand from Francis' just now but flipping the towel behind Francis over the top of his head with the other and rubbing it at his head gently. "We can't leave it damp all night. Besides, if we're moving, that means I get to clean you up now. I might as well worry about your hair while I do the rest of it."
The more time passes, after all, the more aware he becomes of that wet spot inside his trousers. Moving isn't necessarily going to be a bad thing, even if Raju didn't need something to do to stop himself from thinking. "You'll feel better once you're clean and dry, you'll see. I won't even take very long to find you new trousers, I've already looked through everything once."
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Date: 2024-07-06 11:56 pm (UTC)Crozier squints up through the folds of the towel as Rama rubs the rest of the water out of his hair. He’s endeared by the finickiness, even if a little exasperated that everything should be done and done efficiently right then and now. There’s always a little room for things to be done later, or fall away entirely.
“I won’t argue with you on that point,” he says, “I’m sure I will.” Although if he was really being honest he’s more looking forward to their very new tradition of awkwardly sleeping upright together. It has been good for his injuries, and he can unabashedly lean into him as long as he wishes. He’s not eager to let him go just yet, but if they must….
“My hair must be dry now,” he grumbles.
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Date: 2024-07-07 01:54 am (UTC)Then he finishes, shifts to stand, and hesitates. He studies Francis' face, studying that pull that he's always felt in looking at him. He doesn't know about anything else, about the future, or duty, or pain, or anything. But he knows he can give in to that pull now, in ways he hadn't even considered for most of the time that he's felt it. He knows giving in to the want will make Francis happy. He brushes the towel back over Francis' hair one more time slowly, sets it back behind his head, and cups the side of Francis' face, leaning forward to ease his way into a kiss gentle enough to say everything with it he doesn't quite have words for, or maybe has said to Francis already. I love you isn't as dangerous for Francis as it feels. The danger is already done.
You touch me like you love me. Raju tries to kiss Francis like he loves him, too. It's the least he can do.
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Date: 2024-07-07 12:20 pm (UTC)Behind the kiss is sentiment and warmth, Crozier can feel in his hand just resting on the side of his face and in his lips as they brush against his. He meets the kiss, very carefully tilting his head back a breadth, but doesn’t try to control or deepen. He understands this, he’s here to receive. If it’s a parting gift upon separating or a swell of affection is not for him to understand.
His hand raises from where it had settled against the arm of the chair, reaching far enough to just brush against Rama’s outer sleeve before he drops it back down again. He just wants Rama to know that he’s here, right here with him.
Crozier waits for Rama to pull his head back, utilizing whatever self control remains to keep his arms down and his body relaxed against the chair. He has nothing queued up to say when they do part - no quip or silly joke or compliment. He just has this, himself. Nothing more.
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Date: 2024-07-07 02:19 pm (UTC)"You'll need your bandages wrapped again too, won't you?" he sighs as he starts, reaching for the bundle of rags with one hand as the other lets go of his waistband. That's enough to start with, everything unbuttoned as it is. "Are you ready for that yet, or do you want to wait?"
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Date: 2024-07-07 05:56 pm (UTC)He’d quite like to keep watching Rama take off his clothes, but he knows the time for indulging is over. He needs to change and get wrapped, so he starts stripping himself down to get prepared, starting with the impossibly soft jumper.
Taking off his trousers is more of a process than the shirt, and he pauses with them hitched around his hips to catch his breath. “Trousers first,” he tells him, wriggling out leg by by leg, handless arm pressed to his chest out of habit.
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Date: 2024-07-07 06:50 pm (UTC)But shivering gets him back on task and he wipes himself down with a rag, tosses it with his trousers, and holds another one out to Francis. "Alright?" he murmurs, not wanting to charge in to do the thing for him — taking care for Francis' dignity is nearly as difficult, sometimes, as watching him in pain has been — but wanting to offer, at least, even if that stretches his time half-exposed to the open air out a little longer. He shivers again, and with his shirts still on, looks ridiculous, but solving both those problems can wait for a second or two.
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Date: 2024-07-07 10:35 pm (UTC)Oh. He’s completely…oh.
Crozier takes the rag from Rama’s hands after his trousers are completely down and off, and he stands with a firm grip to the handle of the chair to wash without looking like a complete invalid. It’s an interesting mix of emotions - bashfulness and embarrassment, intrigue, curiosity…and yes, attraction.
He’s just so goddamned beautiful, it’s unfair. He knows he’s been unable to follow whatever routine he curated at home, so this isn’t even Rama at his peak, a loss of muscle and food taken whatever toll it had on him. But his body is still impressive and downright picturesque, and Crozier turns himself away in order to focus on cleaning and not staring like a goddamned love sick fool.
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Date: 2024-07-08 02:06 am (UTC)Raju shivers again, grimaces, and focuses on pulling on his drawers over his socks, the first pair of trousers, the second pair. Once they're on it's a little easier to focus, not warm yet, but not quite as cold. And that happiness is still humming through him even now with rest of my life shifting its way into the back of his mind. Even now he feels the tired weight in his limbs, the hint of warmth. If the new burn marks on the floor weren't enough to prove what's just happened, if his new knowledge of Francis' body wasn't enough, Raju would feel different, even still. He glances over at Francis again and his gaze sticks there, contemplative.
"I get to stare all I want to now," he realises, pleased, and huffs in amusement at himself. "Thank goodness. I didn't know what to do with myself before."
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Date: 2024-07-08 03:14 am (UTC)He's mid-step back into a pair of clean pair of trousers when Rama gives that little huff. He jerks the waistband up, getting it mostly back into place as he feels the blood rush to his neck and face. They've kissed and touched and made each other...well, they'd been intimate, for God's sake, and here he is still getting flustered over such a little comment.
But there's so much behind it, isn't there? Rama is amused as he seems to realize there aren't any constraints on looking anymore. He's seemingly just plain happy with the revelation, being able to stare at him without limitations or having to hide himself. And he wants to look at him! He has been looking at him! Not that Crozier hasn't been staring right back; Rama just lends himself to being watched closely.
Crozier coughs quietly and sits back down on the bench, waiting for Rama to finish dressing so he can bandage his chest. "I...hadn't guessed that's what you were doing. You nearly always an intense stare when you're thinking."
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Date: 2024-07-08 11:05 am (UTC)Doing something else important with his hands gives Raju the reason, at least for a moment, to put the damned thing aside; he'd seen Francis' blood rushing to his skin when he'd first said it and makes as if to pinch that pink cheek now, then instead of pinching runs his thumb over the skin. "And plenty to look at."
It's nothing he'd say to a man, but so much of what he's done today could be described that way, so after a second of watching his thumb over Francis' cheek Raju goes on, smiling knowingly: "Blushing suits you, you know. I knew it would. You should do it more often."
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Date: 2024-07-08 12:55 pm (UTC)He's rarely been on the receiving end of compliments, and he frowns in confusion as Raju sits close and touches his face. It's a quiet fire that burns in him now, his body too exhausted for anything but that magnificent little leap his heart gives at Rama's smile. He has dimples in his cheeks. Darling little dimples that makes the wear and strain fall from his handsome face.
"Blushing suits me," he repeats incredulously. Rama hasn't seen him with a full head of copper hair and too many freckles to count; the blushing would have looked like heat stroke or a sunburn.
"Do you honestly..." Crozier trails off, unsure of his question. Unsure of anything but his very deep desire for this incredible man, who looks at him and touches and kisses him with more tenderness and passion than he's had in -
What a sad thought. He can't remember if he's ever been touched with this kind of admiration. Maybe once or twice, with Ross, but that was James, dear.
"I'm certain I will," he finds, hand steadying himself in between their legs on the bench. "If you keep saying those things to me."
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Date: 2024-07-08 01:42 pm (UTC)Focus.
"I know you said there isn't a usual for this. For men. But I... you don't mind it, do you? When I speak to you that way? I can see you aren't used to it, I'd hate for you to feel I'm treating you like... unlike a man. But you are beautiful. I don't know how else to say it."
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Date: 2024-07-08 02:10 pm (UTC)Perhaps there is something usual between two men, but it isn't as though either of them would know about it. They'll have to make their own typical, navigate around what's awkward and what feels right. It feels an insurmountable challenge, one that Crozier wouldn't even know where to begin -
Except Rama's called him beautiful. He's called him beautiful, and he doesn't hate it. He doesn't hate it at all.
His neck feels a little hotter, ears burning now. "No...I don't feel...lesser," he tells him, choosing his words carefully. "Being admired isn't a familiar sensation, and I feel no more a man than I had yesterday. My initial balking...is due to unfamiliarity."
It's strange, and in that strangeness is where he feels turned upside down. "Do you...would you mind it? I confess I look at you with the same admiration, but I fear missteps."
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Date: 2024-07-08 03:11 pm (UTC)"From you?" he says quietly, warmly. "No. You wouldn't make it... anything else. You do respect me. And if you called me those things, you'd still respect me. If you said it, it would be honest admiration. From you, I think... I could like it."
Raju feels his smile grow, pleased at the idea, and watches his hand hand moving up from Francis' chin, rubbing over the place the blush has spread onto one of his ears. "I like hearing about the way you look at me. It's you. How could I feel anything else?"
His intent gaze over his hand and Francis' blush moves to Francis' face again. "You aren't used to it at all, being admired? Not even by women?"
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Date: 2024-07-08 03:32 pm (UTC)The divide between what's said in the throes of passion versus everyday admiration and compliments paid seems to be a clear one to Crozier. It's never been any other way. Those things are meant to be quiet and reserved, locked away in wit and an exchange of quips lest one person think the other too sincere. But here they both are, cleaned up and mostly redressed, simply sitting close and paying gentle compliments to each other, the urge to laugh and deflect tamped down by a careful, affectionate touch to his face.
"Perhaps in my youth," he tells him. But the truth was he always stood next to brighter-burning stars. Even if handsome in his youth, eyes were always drawn to James Clark Ross. "And later for my sailing, or work on magnetism. But that isn't what you mean, is it?"
He stops himself from leaning into the touch and falling into Rama entirely. "I would though, respect you. Do respect you. From that respect was where the admiration blossomed. I'd never met a man so casually selfless and courageous."
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Date: 2024-07-08 07:00 pm (UTC)“You think so?” Raju asks and then he realises how he sounds, and his smile deepens. His hand rubs its way down Francis’ ear and settles over the back of Francis’ neck, thumb moving back and forth. “I’m not fishing for compliments. I just haven’t done anything. There was that business with the wolves, I suppose, when you broke your ribs the first time—“
Raju gives him a wry look here, he isn’t going to pull the topic off track to say it, but twice is dangerously close to making it a habit.
“—but it wasn’t that impressive. I spent most of that making you run with me. Anyone can do that, if he’s healthy enough.”
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Date: 2024-07-08 11:26 pm (UTC)Yes, yes, twice now with the broken ribs. It’s not like he went looking for that second occasion! He scoffs quietly at the sardonic little grin, his own amusement falling when Rama can’t seem to see himself.
“Ridiculous,” he says, “completely ridiculous. Valor needn’t be limited to being chased by goddamned wolves.”
His hand slides over Rama’s, up over his outer thigh until it finds a place to settle on his lap. “You walking into the cold with bare feet to spare the others from the flame, how you begged me to keep away from you, even though you were in horrendous pain. The way you dug me out from the collapsed ice with your bare hands. How carefully and dutifully you’ve cared for me. Does that not speak to selflessness?”
He knows he’s right, and he can’t keep the slight smirk off of his face.
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Date: 2024-07-08 11:59 pm (UTC)“You see more clearly than I do,” he smiles, hand wrapping itself around the back of Francis’. “I’m lucky to have you.”
Then his warm smile curls with amusement, and the hand at the back if Francis’ neck makes a pinching motion at the corner of that smirk. “Or that’s what I would be saying, if you weren’t looking so smug about it. Besides, when I went into the snow in bare feet I didn’t know what a pain healing the damn things would be. Maybe now I’d take the time to put two layers of socks on each foot and lace up my shoes, and everything would be burned up by the time I left.”
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Date: 2024-07-09 12:47 am (UTC)“That’s why we keep the bucket,” replies Crozier dryly. “Throwing water at you whilst you fiddle with your shoes, that’s our method.”
But speaking of uncontrollable fire, Crozier briefly glances down at the char marks on the wooden floor. They formed a kind of circle around the chair where they’d…been together, just like the wall of flames that formed the night of the town meeting.
These flames had burned brightly and then calmed by the end, disappearing into smoke and smeared ash on the wooden planks. Harmless, in the end. Horrifically symbolic though, almost poetic. He glances at Rama, smug look softening into quiet affection. He hadn’t worried about their safety while it happened, not one bit.
“I’m lucky to have you, Rama. Truly.”
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Date: 2024-07-09 02:45 am (UTC)His face is burning hot now, his gaze dropping to the their hands so he doesn't have to keep looking into Rama's very beautiful eyes. Always loved him, but the rest... "I knew how to start, but not what to do after," he admits, laughing very quietly. That's a problem for the future - tomorrow, at least.
Crozier moves a little closer to Rama on the bench, letting their thighs touch together. He holds his hand in his, thumb moving over Rama's still-healing knuckles. "Did you languish very long, trying to understand what to do with it all?"
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Date: 2024-07-09 03:14 am (UTC)His gaze darts to Francis' face, then away to their hands with the faint, false amusement on his face of a man trying to look less embarrassed than he is. But Francis won't mind the lapse, will he? The magnitude of what Raju's missed about himself and for how long is... offputting, but Francis has a way of making the lapses and imperfections not seem as... as dire as they might otherwise be. "I didn't... realise until you were, ah... and then once you were going to live, there was so much to do. But so much time to just sit there thinking. Thinking myself head first into a brick wall. I wanted you, finally figured that much out, but once I knew—"
He shrugs, sighing and looking at Francis again with a rueful little smile. "And you?" His hand in Francis' curls over his fingers. He'll have to touch Francis' face again in a moment, or kiss him, or something. He wants more of that blush, somehow, and only touching it will do. But in the moment, a question: "You knew your own mind already, today. You've been thinking about it. When?"
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Date: 2024-07-09 12:45 pm (UTC)He waits for Rama to collect his thoughts, happy to do so, patiently smiling and running his thumb back and forth over his knuckles. He could sit like this all night - if his body allowed that sort of thing - and be happy, so long as Rama stayed beside him.
His answer is surprising - and more than a little heart wrenching. Rama’s only started to realize things when he’d showed up in the snow so beaten that it seemed like he would die. He’d only puzzled things out when Crozier was on death’s door, and then after he’d slept and slept and slept…and when he’d started to heal he’d still been fragile. Hell, he’s still fragile now, unable to move long distances by himself or wash his own hair. Rama had all these weeks to mull over his thoughts, but even as he watched him slowly get better he hadn’t known what to do with said thoughts.
His smile, vaguely sad as he thinks about the man he loves ruminating and suffering all for his sake, turns just a little more bashful. Of course he had to ask, and Crozier needs to be truthful in turn to honor Rama’s vulnerability with him. “I…ah.” He laughs a little, looking away from him briefly. When was the moment exactly? There had been a thousand little moments, all of them converging eventually into what he feels for him now. But he knows when he first let himself think it, right down to the minute.
“When your feet were still healing,” he says, recalling when it all locked into place for him. “And we’d come from town and happened upon the cairns. That was when I knew.”
Rama had been….he’d been everything that day. He bowed his head to cairns and made space for his grief, and then after they’d sat in front of the fire and laughed and teased each other. He’d been smitten from that moment on.
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