adaptiveimmunities: (sound about right?)
Shaun Philip Mason ([personal profile] adaptiveimmunities) wrote in [community profile] fracturedvoyagelogs2020-05-04 11:53 pm
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no more yielding but a dream

Who: Shaun Mason and Mahir Gowda
What: Fissure aftermath
Where: Mahir's cabin
When: The morning after the Fissure (before Una's announcement)
Warnings: Profanity definitely. Viruses probably. Two people who are bad at emotions.

It's morning. Whatever else is going on--and Shaun sure as hell hopes it was some weird fucked up dream--he and Mahir have a standing morning appointment. They'd worked it out within the first day. With none of the modern technology to check someone's viral load and see without a doubt if they're about to amplify, they're resorting to old fashioned methods, which means a morning check-in, every day. Response time, pain perception, mental acuity.

If there was ever a morning he wanted to skip it, it would be this one, but that's not going to happen. He knocks at the door. "Good morning sunshine!"

God, he wants coffee.
fishandclips: (^In the miles of memory and open folds)

[personal profile] fishandclips 2020-05-06 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
“...Something like that,” Mahir says slowly. “Actually, I believe I completely sucked at shuffleboard.”

He had. Largely because Shaun had made a game of distracting him every time his turn came up, aaaand right, not thinking of that, no. His complexion does a lot to hide a blush, but not enough.
fishandclips: (Shaun is your crazy contagious now)

[personal profile] fishandclips 2020-05-07 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
Mahir did not have the upbringing Shaun and Georgia did, and he has never been fond of being in the spotlight. Even if he had, he would never have anything like Shaun's poker face.

Which really means that Mahir's face hides nothing as he looks back at Shaun wordlessly: confusion, disbelief, growing horror and embarrassment.

"Shaun."
fishandclips: (I haven't slept in days)

[personal profile] fishandclips 2020-05-08 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
Mahir watches Shaun go, feeling stunned more than anything else. Did that just happen? The door shuts behind Shaun, and--Yes. Yes, it did just happen.

It's a good thing Shaun left when he did, because if he hadn't, it would have been much more difficult for Mahir to hide in his cabin and never leave again.

He groans, drops back in bed and covers his face with his blanket.

"...Fuck."