drear | your quiet eyes, your mouth that never tells lies.

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your quiet eyes, your mouth that never tells lies.

[ after school, it hadn't been that hard to leave the country. he was a legal adult, after all, and einsturzen's education wasn't all for nothing. speaking different languages is helpful when you're on the move. eventually, heine had found that being able to handle a gun is useful on a whole other level.

he's back on a visit from the darker sides of europe, somewhat more scarred, a little harder around the edges. but the red string that had showed up when he came of age was pulling, more tightly and more insistently than before. heine had been able to ignore it for years (longer than most), but when it was more of a distraction than he could afford, he'd gone to follow it...

...all the way back to his hometown. expecting the string to lead him away, and just inside the borders, he hasn't told anyone he's back, but he's not exactly hiding, either. ]

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[Her stomach drops. Of course he couldn't actually stay. His visit was just that--a visit. Temporary. The string connecting them is something that would probably bring him back, but he'd have to leave first. Nill takes a deep breath, straightens a little, and nods. She knows. She wishes he could, too.]

I'm sorry.

[ he wants to stay. he wants to curl up, forget what he has to do, and just stay with her. it doesn't matter where, he thinks, before amending that it would be best where she wouldn't be in danger. ]

[Sometimes she feels as if their conversations always wind up with him apologizing for something unnecessarily. Nill reaches up to cup his cheek and smiles again, shaking her head. He doesn't have to be sorry, she knows he has to go. Eventually. But he's here right now, which is what should matter.]

[ he relaxes at her touch, almost leaning into her hand before he stops. it's been a very long time since he's seen her, and the vestiges of touch memory leave him feeling more at peace than he has for months. ]

So... your roommate. She won't be back for a while?

[It's as if she can see the change in him, and it feels good to know that she's the reason for it. Or at least, she thinks she is. She hopes she is.

Nill nods at his question; that's right. She's out of town for at least a few days, something Nill is, at this moment, incredibly thankful for.]

Good. [ i mean. well. ] I... well, it's nice. Being with you.

[ alone, he means, because he's so awkward. ]

What do you want to do?

[Oh. To be honest, she thinks it's good, too. Her roommate can be nosy sometimes, and she really doesn't want to deal with awkward questions about who Heine is and what he does and such. Mostly because she can't give any real answers. But also maybe, just maybe, because she's being a little selfish about him.

She taps her chin with a finger as she thinks, snuggling up into his side. To be honest, she'd be more than happy to just sit here on the couch with him, but she figures they can't spend the next few days doing just that. So she shrugs and tilts her head back to look at him, reciprocating the question. Ideas?]

Mm. [ it's a quiet noise, but it's because he's content. being with her is just so much better than being at the place he now calls home. or at least 'house'.

wait, he's got an idea. ]

Food?

[Oh thank God he has an idea. Her entire body perks up at the mention of food, and her stomach lets out a well-timed grumble now that she's thinking about it. She laughs at herself without a sound, but nods. Apparently food was an excellent idea.]

[ food is usually a good idea! unless you're Heine, in which case food is sort of an afterthought. not an afterthought, even — more like the little bits that come under the fruit peels and get picked off bit by bit. ]

What do you have?

[ he disentangles their limbs, gently, and stands up with his hand still in hers. ]

[Nill can't help it; she pouts slightly when he gets up. But at least he hasn't released her hand, which is good. After just a moment she gets up as well and starts to tug him towards the kitchen. She'll show him, it seems easier. Most of what's in the cupboards is pasta and canned things, spices and such. The fridge is stuffed full though, with fruits and milk and eggs, basic things.]

Want to make something?

[ he can cook now! kind of. he can make basic foods, but he usually doesn't have much time to practice. so it's probably a better idea for Nill to cook, but he wouldn't be averse to helping out. ]

[Her eyes light up and she nods. Yes, of course! She knows he doesn't eat much (he hadn't in the past, anyway), but maybe he'll try something. And if he's here to help, well, whatever they make has to taste ten times better. She gestures to the kitchen with her free hand, indicating that he should choose.]

[ huh. food. Heine obviously hesitates at the sight of it, but only for a few seconds. then he picks out the carton of eggs, jug of milk, and the green bell pepper, letting go of Nill's hand to carry them over to the counter.

honestly, he has no idea what they could make with these, but at least he tried. ]

Good? Or you could pick other things.

[She's pretty intent on watching him choose food. She thinks maybe he'll go for some pasta, or some of the chicken in the freezer.

But nope, just those three ingredients. Okay, she can work with this. Omelettes it is. He gets a gold star.

Nill smile and nods, starting to make her way around the kitchen to gather a cutting board, a knife, and a bowl for beating eggs. She gently takes his hand and walks backwards towards the counter, guiding him towards it. Yes, he's going to help.]

[ uh-oh. he's not great at cooking, and even worse at helping. but he'll try, at least. ]

What should I do?

[ come on, Heine, take some initiative! ]

[Wow Heine. But all Nill does is smile and turn to face the counter, gently pulling his arm so he's right up behind her. Luckily she's short enough so she's pretty sure he can see over her. She picks up the knife and holds the pepper with one hand, and slowly starts demonstrating how to chop it.]

[ he can chop things! he doesn't usually chop vegetables, but he can adjust. Heine works quickly, and maybe a little too haphazardly. after a few minutes he rolls up his jacket and shirtsleeves. ]

What are you going to make?

[ casually, he looks back over his shoulder to see what Nill is doing. ]

[She's moved on to mixing up the eggs and a little milk, sneaking in some seasonings in the process. At the question, she turns to face him, cradling the bowl with the beaten eggs in one hand and reaching for an empty pan with the other. She makes a gesture as if she's flipping something--omelette is supposed to be what he gets out of that.]

[ he takes a second to figure out what she means, but once he does, he nods. pushing the first small pile of green pepper slices to the side, Heine continues to cut the rest of it.

he doesn't talk while he works, but the silence is a comfortable one. ]

[A smile makes its way to her face when she sees how careful he's being. She thinks it'll be okay to--just lean up and give his cheek a light peck. The string seems to like that, vibrating a little more when the closer she gets until her lips meet his cheek. And then she pulls back, still smiling, and turns to the stove to start on the omelette.]

[ experienced mercenary he may be, but Heine still gets flustered by the kiss. he turns towards her just as she pulls back. smiling back slightly, he ducks his head and turns back to the cutting board.

the string on his finger is humming a soft, constant tone, comforting now that they're close to each other. soon, he's finished cutting the green peppers. he picks up the entire board and carries it over to the stovetop. ]

When do you want to put these in?

[It's a good feeling, actually, seeing him caught off guard. She doesn't know why--it isn't as if she's taking pleasure in the fact that he's flustered. Well, maybe she is, just a little. But she's never really done that to anyone, so that probably explains why she's enjoyed it.

Once he's finished the cutting, she's pretty much ready for the vegetables. She steps aside slightly and makes a gesture meant to mean right now please.]

[ he pushes the sliced peppers off of the cutting board with the knife, bit by bit and careful enough that everything goes into the actual pan. ]

Anything else?

[The care he's taking is just endearing, really. Nill smiles, and lifts the pan so she can give a quick flick of her wrist--and wah-la, the layer of eggs and peppers is now an omelette. She almost pirouettes around him to grab a plate from a cupboard and slides the food on to it, looking pleased with herself.]

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