As the Medicine Seller returned the kisses, heated and hungry and his head swimming with endorphins, he had to wonder if Arthur's remark was a testament to how good the sex was or just how rarely this man had experienced genuine affection in his life.
A fierce and protective instinct lanced through the core of him, and he wriggled closer into the embrace, gathering Arthur in his arms, the man's lopsided grin only endearing him more to the Medicine Seller.
"I do not think I could ask more out of life than this. A warm bed and a very handsome bear to share it with."
Arthur embraced him in turn, chuckling at the statement, "And you're too wonderful my darlin' fox." he said affectionately.
They stayed in bed a bit longer until the sticky cum between them got to be uncomfortable and the call of food was too much to resist either. They cleaned up, dressed, and while the medicine seller worked on getting their breakfast together, Arthur went outside to tend to Buell. When the weather cleared he'd take him for a ride.
Returning inside, he sat beside the fire to warm back up.
As he settled beside the medicine seller a thought came to mind. "I've spoken of Eliza and Mary a couple times now, wonderin' if you've ever had anyone close?" The fox was many centuries beyond him so he must have, but they'd all been mortal right? Was he his first immortal partner?
Allegedly, he reckoned he'd not know if time would touch him again for awhile.
After cleaning up, the Medicine Seller pulled on his many layers of clothes to ward off the chill. He was well-prepared for winter, used to how harsh they could be in Hokkaido, and it was no different here.
Breakfast was a salmon soup, cooked in a fish broth mixed with miso. He'd added pumpkin, sweet potato, garlic and ginger, along with an assortment of dried herbs.
When Arthur returned from tending to Buell, the Medicine Seller was cutting up the salmon and roasting pumpkin seeds with a sprinkle of sugar, salt and cinnamon in a pan as the vegetables softened in the steadily simmering broth.
"Yes. It is not often but... every century or so, there is someone I find myself developing a fondness for," he admitted, offering over the plate of sliced, raw salmon before the rest went in the soup. It was rich and fatty and the cold air had kept it nice and fresh and the Medicine Seller had already helped himself to a few slices.
"Very rarely do I act on those feelings, however."
Arthur might have declined the raw fish in the past but with his new taste for pretty much anything, he gave it a try in this form. Little strange texture and was cold, but not bad and he let the medicine seller cook the rest, sitting down to watch him work and listen to him.
"Why not? I mean, I ain't one to talk, not actin' on feelings but, still, once a century still seems like a long time."
"There are many factors, I suppose. I rarely stay in one place long, so it is rare there is even an opportunity for such feelings to develop."
Adding the fish to the simmering broth, he took the skillet of browned pumpkin seeds off the fire and tipped them into a bowl. A nice snack for the coming days, but they were always best still warm.
"I imagine it is similar for you; a life on the run does not make it easy to form such connections."
Arthur took a few of the browned and sweetened seeds, an interesting and nice little nibble, but he waited on their soup and didn't eat too many of them.
"No, it didn't, but that was more to do with my code to sticking to the gang. Even when I saw things going south and I had the chance to be with Mary again, I still put them over her." There was definitely regret in his voice.
The Medicine Seller ladled healthy portions of the soup into their bowls, still plenty left for seconds (and thirds if Arthur's appetite was what he expected), and settled comfortably at Arthur's side, warming his feet by the hearth.
The tinge of regret in Arthur's tone had him rest a hand over his. The life he'd gained out here was a bittersweet thing; all that loss. It would surely weigh on the man.
"You did not go back to her when you survived," he pointed out. "Because you are a werebear? Or was there more finality to your last parting?"
"No, no I did not." he nodded "Partially because of that, but also...things felt final between us." He had some of the soup before continuing, allowing it to warm and fill him, not realizing his hunger until he had those first few bites and sips of the unique cuisine the medicine seller had introduced to him.
"After we parted on the river, she wrote to me asking to help her with her in Saint Denis. Even years after it all fell apart I always showed up for her. Her plight had to do with her father, I was reluctant of course as the drunkard had been nothing but a thorn in my side when we was together, and now a disgrace to his family, but for her, I helped. Anyway, after that was taken care of, we saw a show at the theatre and then, when it ended..." he paused, "There was a moment where I think I could have been with her again, and for sure this time. She asked me to go with her, to just go right then and there."
Arthur smiled sadly. "I wanted to, I wanted to so much. But, there was John and his family and I knew even then things were gettin' rough in the gang and I was already trying to think of ways to help them out. So, I put their happiness over mine, and that was the last I saw Mary, gettin' on that trolley."
He had a few more spoonful's of soup.
"Shortly before it all went to hell-few days before you and I last met-I got a letter from her, included in it was the ring I gave her a lifetime ago. Figured she'd pawned it, lost it or just got rid of it to be rid of me before she married Barry but, she'd held onto it all that time. Her letter was blunt, bittersweet, and truthful all in one, and I knew she'd no longer wait for me. And even if I weren't doomed to die from TB, I could not chase her any more."
He listened to the tale, quiet save for the occasional sip of broth. He'd long since grown accustomed to the way the world was unfair, but it still rankled how Arthur could not even have that small bit of happiness in a life so defined by loss.
"She must have loved you dearly to wait so long. It sounds as though she made you very happy as well."
A life so full of regret, it was a wonder that Arthur had not formed a Mononoke of his own. The man was truly resilient.
"I think she did" he nodded. "We just came from two different worlds and I had my priorities to the gang over her. Don't blame her none, and I'm happy for the time I did get with her."
Finishing his soup, he ladled a second portion in. As he sipped the broth, he smiled and looked at the medicine seller. "But I ain't sad about it no more. I get to be with you, get to spend time with someone you don't want me to change or judges me on whatever shit happened before." he then grinned, kissing the man's temple, "And the food and sex ain't so bad neither."
He couldn't blame the young lady; Arthur had made his choice, however painful. But it was still a tragedy that they could not have that life and there was no real reconciling it.
"Even if that is the case, I am glad you told me. It cannot be easy to recount such things."
He finished his first bowl, but he was hungrier than usual, and there was plenty stewing in the pot, and so he ladled himself out a bit more.
"Though," and he leaned lightly against Arthur, his head resting on his shoulder, "I am also happy I get to be with you. And in a place so beautiful."
For those who could endure the cold in any case. But that was hardly an issue on either of their parts.
He'd lost a lot in his life, his mother, Eliza and Isaac, Mary, the gang. Even Marston and his family he'd likely never see again. But in exchange, he got to live, he got to be with a man who cared for him in a way he never thought possible. It was a sad history, but he'd gained something incredible from the ashes of it all. he'd not take the medicine seller for granted, nor put anything before him as he had with Eliza and Mary.
Arthur leaned into the other too, eating contently, and warm.
It was a comfortable sort of silence as they ate while sharing each other's warmth, something the Medicine Seller appreciated a great deal. Neither of them were particularly chatty people, and however much he loved to talk with the other man, he also loved these quieter moments.
When he'd finished his second helping, he lingered just a little longer before pressing a kiss to Arthur's head and getting to his feet.
"I am going to start collecting water. Will you gather together any clothes you want washed?"
Arthur also appreciated the quiet and the warmth of the other man pressed to his side as he ate. All too soon, it was laundry time.
"Ain't really got a lot to be honest" he chuckled, but he agreed and they began to clean up the cabin of any and all items that were in need of washing, though due to the cold they'd have to make do with letting them dry indoors instead of on a line.
Blankets stained with their spend and sweat, shirts, socks and his union suit, among other bits of clothes were added to the tub of hot water and the pain worked together to get things clean. He hadn't washed so much in years, often left to the women of the camp, but he knew how and didn't slouch on the job, though did occasionally steal a kiss or a light tease.
Once everything was wrung well, they found ways to hang and drape clothing and blankets alike around the cabin to dry.
The going was not so tedious with Arthur's help; the hardest part turned out to be lugging the water up from the lake and heating it. Soon the cabin was filled with the scent of fragrant laundry soap and steam from the hot water.
When it came time to dry, the Medicine Seller had a good length of rope in his pack, and strung it across the cabin and once they had wrung out the garments, they were hung up; the very dampest nearer to the hearth.
When the work was done, the Medicine Seller settled next to Arthur, a little damp and pink in the cheeks from the long, continuous work.
"Whenever we visit town or traders, we ought to get you some extra clothes. Not that I have any complaints about you going without in the warmer months, but some layers will not go amiss through the winter."
It was hard work, but they got it done before lunch and ended up starting to reheat what was left of their breakfast soup for a meal. He'd cook them something tonight but best eat what they'd already made.
"I ain't got more than twenty bucks." he said simply. Everything he'd earned while with Hamish had been towards getting what he had and a few rounds of ammo for his revolver. The rest he'd scrounged up around the place and sold what few valuables of Hamish's he knew he could part with to a Fence. His clothes didn't fit him so he'd also sold those, though the buttons were likely the most valuable thing on them and didn't amount to much to his pot in the end.
By all accounts, he was still a wanted man, going into Van Horn or Annesburg just for basic supplies would be foolish, let alone getting new clothes.
"Could go after them legendary animals again, for the trapper, he'd make me some warm clothing in exchange." But he'd given the map to John, and could only vaguely remember where some of the animals were, apart from their moose friend.
"Even pelts from animals that are not legendary would be good," he suggested. "Their winter coats have grown in by now."
He set the pumpkin seeds near the fire to warm while their soup heated up. It was an odd thing to be sitting down, making plans for a future. Just the other day he only had vague notions of traveling in a circuit before finally making his way to the east coast.
"If going into town is troublesome for you, I have money and goods to trade yet. I can take your measurements and pick up some warm things."
He smiled a little to himself, absentmindedly picturing Arthur in something supple, lined with warm fleece and perhaps just a touch too big that the Medicine Seller might slip in as well.
"And if we are staying here for the long term, perhaps collect some materials to build an apiary or two that we might have our own source of honey and wax."
Arthur agreed, ordinary animals would pull in a bit of money but fifty plus dollars for a rare pelt meant he could get some non-winter clothes too.
It was indeed a little strange to be planning for the future when before Dutch was the future planner, while he just worked day to day and trusted the money he brought in would get them wherever they were headed.
He agreed again, he could go in and get clothes for him, though he hoped the clerk wouldn't pull the same trick as the one at the hotel did and rack up the price under the assumption the medicine seller couldn't read English.
"Honey and wax?" he chuckled, "You thinkin' of raising bees?" he asked incredulously.
But that did beg the question of how long would he be staying here. In the gang, the longest he'd spent in one place was about four months. Abigail was at the end of her pregnancy and then she had Jack and they couldn't leave until she'd recuperated, Jack wasn't so vulnerable, and they'd scouted a place ahead instead of just wandering.
"Ain't sure yet, see what the spring brings." he decided. There was still a lot of winter to go.
"I am serious," he remarked, though the playful lilt to his tone suggested he wasn't deathly so.
"I prefer using beeswax to tallow whenever I can. And I suspect a handsome bear may crave the occasional honey comb."
Ladling the soup into their bowls, he passed Arthur his lunch and made himself comfortable at his lover's side. Whether they stayed or moved on, settled or wandered, he'd be content any which way. But he would hardly object to living somewhere as beautiful as the very place he found Arthur again. The jagged hills and valleys must be truly stunning in the spring and summer.
The idea of fresh honey and honeycomb was very tempting to pursue.
"Maybe, we'll see" he resolved, turning to his soup, hungry after all the morning's work.
"Staying here is advantageous, being away from civilization, good hunting and foraging. Just ain't used to puttin' down any roots. Makin' a place more than just a hideout until somethin' better comes along. Reckon you're the same?" he asked.
"It is the same, yes. I do not recall ever being in one place more than a few months in well over eight hundred years now."
Not since he was still a teenager, really. And that was a very, very long time ago.
"If we decide to settle, I imagine it will take some... adjustment. And I imagine we would both be more comfortable somewhere less developed, even without accounting for our rather unusual circumstances."
"Would have to settle farther west to really get away from folk." he pointed out "And then we'd have to find a place or buy one." He shook his head with a sigh, "No, for the time being, unless somethin' happens where we're forced out, this is about as good as it gets I think. Spent too many years tryin' to earn enough money to buy and settle in a place, no desire to fall down that rabbit hole again."
Arthur did agree though, staying in one spot was going to take some adjusting. But they'd be certainly kept busy keeping up the place, hunting, fishing...also with each other if last night was indication.
"We'll wait until the weather clears a bit more and then take a ride to Annesburg. Can drop you off, go huntin' and then pick you up later" he suggested. Buell needed the exercise and best get some more clothing before the next big storm.
"I would not wish to lead you down it," he agreed.
Buying a home, owning property, it sounded far too extravagant for his tastes. If they were to settle, an arrangement like this was far preferable; somewhere away from prying eyes with all they could need surrounding them.
Nibbling on some pumpkin seeds between spoonfuls of soup, the Medicine Seller gave a small nod of affirmation at Arthur's suggestion.
"That sounds more than agreeable. I am sure Buell will enjoy the trip as well."
He made a mental note to get the horse some treats as he finished his lunch, and stretched languidly. For all that he trekked over hill and dale and moor with that box strapped to his back, it was chores like laundry that always left his muscles sore.
Arthur agreed, poor old buy hadn't had much riding since he'd taken over from Hamish. The poor weather and him trying to figure out his body mostly to blame but he missed riding and both would do some good for it.
Soup finished, he also nibbled on some of the seeds before helping himself to a bit more of the hot broth, figuring they might as well finish it.
As the medicine seller stretched, he watched him, the arch of his back and the pale creamy skin revealed. He set his bowl aside and gathered him up into his arms, pressing a kiss against his shoulder. "Think I figured a name for yea, don't uhh, don't have to agree to it if you don't like it though."
The Medicine Seller certainly liked that, sitting himself comfortably on Arthur's thigh, one arm curling around his lover to steady himself as he leaned into the warmth.
"Oh? I am listening."
Which was rather a given, considering those ears of his. But he liked, in particular, listening to Arthur, and somehow the prospect of having a name from this man had his heart drumming.
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A fierce and protective instinct lanced through the core of him, and he wriggled closer into the embrace, gathering Arthur in his arms, the man's lopsided grin only endearing him more to the Medicine Seller.
"I do not think I could ask more out of life than this. A warm bed and a very handsome bear to share it with."
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Arthur embraced him in turn, chuckling at the statement, "And you're too wonderful my darlin' fox." he said affectionately.
They stayed in bed a bit longer until the sticky cum between them got to be uncomfortable and the call of food was too much to resist either. They cleaned up, dressed, and while the medicine seller worked on getting their breakfast together, Arthur went outside to tend to Buell. When the weather cleared he'd take him for a ride.
Returning inside, he sat beside the fire to warm back up.
As he settled beside the medicine seller a thought came to mind. "I've spoken of Eliza and Mary a couple times now, wonderin' if you've ever had anyone close?" The fox was many centuries beyond him so he must have, but they'd all been mortal right? Was he his first immortal partner?
Allegedly, he reckoned he'd not know if time would touch him again for awhile.
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Breakfast was a salmon soup, cooked in a fish broth mixed with miso. He'd added pumpkin, sweet potato, garlic and ginger, along with an assortment of dried herbs.
When Arthur returned from tending to Buell, the Medicine Seller was cutting up the salmon and roasting pumpkin seeds with a sprinkle of sugar, salt and cinnamon in a pan as the vegetables softened in the steadily simmering broth.
"Yes. It is not often but... every century or so, there is someone I find myself developing a fondness for," he admitted, offering over the plate of sliced, raw salmon before the rest went in the soup. It was rich and fatty and the cold air had kept it nice and fresh and the Medicine Seller had already helped himself to a few slices.
"Very rarely do I act on those feelings, however."
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"Why not? I mean, I ain't one to talk, not actin' on feelings but, still, once a century still seems like a long time."
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Adding the fish to the simmering broth, he took the skillet of browned pumpkin seeds off the fire and tipped them into a bowl. A nice snack for the coming days, but they were always best still warm.
"I imagine it is similar for you; a life on the run does not make it easy to form such connections."
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"No, it didn't, but that was more to do with my code to sticking to the gang. Even when I saw things going south and I had the chance to be with Mary again, I still put them over her." There was definitely regret in his voice.
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The tinge of regret in Arthur's tone had him rest a hand over his. The life he'd gained out here was a bittersweet thing; all that loss. It would surely weigh on the man.
"You did not go back to her when you survived," he pointed out. "Because you are a werebear? Or was there more finality to your last parting?"
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"After we parted on the river, she wrote to me asking to help her with her in Saint Denis. Even years after it all fell apart I always showed up for her. Her plight had to do with her father, I was reluctant of course as the drunkard had been nothing but a thorn in my side when we was together, and now a disgrace to his family, but for her, I helped. Anyway, after that was taken care of, we saw a show at the theatre and then, when it ended..." he paused, "There was a moment where I think I could have been with her again, and for sure this time. She asked me to go with her, to just go right then and there."
Arthur smiled sadly. "I wanted to, I wanted to so much. But, there was John and his family and I knew even then things were gettin' rough in the gang and I was already trying to think of ways to help them out. So, I put their happiness over mine, and that was the last I saw Mary, gettin' on that trolley."
He had a few more spoonful's of soup.
"Shortly before it all went to hell-few days before you and I last met-I got a letter from her, included in it was the ring I gave her a lifetime ago. Figured she'd pawned it, lost it or just got rid of it to be rid of me before she married Barry but, she'd held onto it all that time. Her letter was blunt, bittersweet, and truthful all in one, and I knew she'd no longer wait for me. And even if I weren't doomed to die from TB, I could not chase her any more."
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"She must have loved you dearly to wait so long. It sounds as though she made you very happy as well."
A life so full of regret, it was a wonder that Arthur had not formed a Mononoke of his own. The man was truly resilient.
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Finishing his soup, he ladled a second portion in. As he sipped the broth, he smiled and looked at the medicine seller. "But I ain't sad about it no more. I get to be with you, get to spend time with someone you don't want me to change or judges me on whatever shit happened before." he then grinned, kissing the man's temple, "And the food and sex ain't so bad neither."
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"Even if that is the case, I am glad you told me. It cannot be easy to recount such things."
He finished his first bowl, but he was hungrier than usual, and there was plenty stewing in the pot, and so he ladled himself out a bit more.
"Though," and he leaned lightly against Arthur, his head resting on his shoulder, "I am also happy I get to be with you. And in a place so beautiful."
For those who could endure the cold in any case. But that was hardly an issue on either of their parts.
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Arthur leaned into the other too, eating contently, and warm.
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When he'd finished his second helping, he lingered just a little longer before pressing a kiss to Arthur's head and getting to his feet.
"I am going to start collecting water. Will you gather together any clothes you want washed?"
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"Ain't really got a lot to be honest" he chuckled, but he agreed and they began to clean up the cabin of any and all items that were in need of washing, though due to the cold they'd have to make do with letting them dry indoors instead of on a line.
Blankets stained with their spend and sweat, shirts, socks and his union suit, among other bits of clothes were added to the tub of hot water and the pain worked together to get things clean. He hadn't washed so much in years, often left to the women of the camp, but he knew how and didn't slouch on the job, though did occasionally steal a kiss or a light tease.
Once everything was wrung well, they found ways to hang and drape clothing and blankets alike around the cabin to dry.
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When it came time to dry, the Medicine Seller had a good length of rope in his pack, and strung it across the cabin and once they had wrung out the garments, they were hung up; the very dampest nearer to the hearth.
When the work was done, the Medicine Seller settled next to Arthur, a little damp and pink in the cheeks from the long, continuous work.
"Whenever we visit town or traders, we ought to get you some extra clothes. Not that I have any complaints about you going without in the warmer months, but some layers will not go amiss through the winter."
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"I ain't got more than twenty bucks." he said simply. Everything he'd earned while with Hamish had been towards getting what he had and a few rounds of ammo for his revolver. The rest he'd scrounged up around the place and sold what few valuables of Hamish's he knew he could part with to a Fence. His clothes didn't fit him so he'd also sold those, though the buttons were likely the most valuable thing on them and didn't amount to much to his pot in the end.
By all accounts, he was still a wanted man, going into Van Horn or Annesburg just for basic supplies would be foolish, let alone getting new clothes.
"Could go after them legendary animals again, for the trapper, he'd make me some warm clothing in exchange." But he'd given the map to John, and could only vaguely remember where some of the animals were, apart from their moose friend.
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He set the pumpkin seeds near the fire to warm while their soup heated up. It was an odd thing to be sitting down, making plans for a future. Just the other day he only had vague notions of traveling in a circuit before finally making his way to the east coast.
"If going into town is troublesome for you, I have money and goods to trade yet. I can take your measurements and pick up some warm things."
He smiled a little to himself, absentmindedly picturing Arthur in something supple, lined with warm fleece and perhaps just a touch too big that the Medicine Seller might slip in as well.
"And if we are staying here for the long term, perhaps collect some materials to build an apiary or two that we might have our own source of honey and wax."
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It was indeed a little strange to be planning for the future when before Dutch was the future planner, while he just worked day to day and trusted the money he brought in would get them wherever they were headed.
He agreed again, he could go in and get clothes for him, though he hoped the clerk wouldn't pull the same trick as the one at the hotel did and rack up the price under the assumption the medicine seller couldn't read English.
"Honey and wax?" he chuckled, "You thinkin' of raising bees?" he asked incredulously.
But that did beg the question of how long would he be staying here. In the gang, the longest he'd spent in one place was about four months. Abigail was at the end of her pregnancy and then she had Jack and they couldn't leave until she'd recuperated, Jack wasn't so vulnerable, and they'd scouted a place ahead instead of just wandering.
"Ain't sure yet, see what the spring brings." he decided. There was still a lot of winter to go.
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"I prefer using beeswax to tallow whenever I can. And I suspect a handsome bear may crave the occasional honey comb."
Ladling the soup into their bowls, he passed Arthur his lunch and made himself comfortable at his lover's side. Whether they stayed or moved on, settled or wandered, he'd be content any which way. But he would hardly object to living somewhere as beautiful as the very place he found Arthur again. The jagged hills and valleys must be truly stunning in the spring and summer.
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"Maybe, we'll see" he resolved, turning to his soup, hungry after all the morning's work.
"Staying here is advantageous, being away from civilization, good hunting and foraging. Just ain't used to puttin' down any roots. Makin' a place more than just a hideout until somethin' better comes along. Reckon you're the same?" he asked.
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Not since he was still a teenager, really. And that was a very, very long time ago.
"If we decide to settle, I imagine it will take some... adjustment. And I imagine we would both be more comfortable somewhere less developed, even without accounting for our rather unusual circumstances."
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Arthur did agree though, staying in one spot was going to take some adjusting. But they'd be certainly kept busy keeping up the place, hunting, fishing...also with each other if last night was indication.
"We'll wait until the weather clears a bit more and then take a ride to Annesburg. Can drop you off, go huntin' and then pick you up later" he suggested. Buell needed the exercise and best get some more clothing before the next big storm.
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Buying a home, owning property, it sounded far too extravagant for his tastes. If they were to settle, an arrangement like this was far preferable; somewhere away from prying eyes with all they could need surrounding them.
Nibbling on some pumpkin seeds between spoonfuls of soup, the Medicine Seller gave a small nod of affirmation at Arthur's suggestion.
"That sounds more than agreeable. I am sure Buell will enjoy the trip as well."
He made a mental note to get the horse some treats as he finished his lunch, and stretched languidly. For all that he trekked over hill and dale and moor with that box strapped to his back, it was chores like laundry that always left his muscles sore.
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Soup finished, he also nibbled on some of the seeds before helping himself to a bit more of the hot broth, figuring they might as well finish it.
As the medicine seller stretched, he watched him, the arch of his back and the pale creamy skin revealed. He set his bowl aside and gathered him up into his arms, pressing a kiss against his shoulder. "Think I figured a name for yea, don't uhh, don't have to agree to it if you don't like it though."
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"Oh? I am listening."
Which was rather a given, considering those ears of his. But he liked, in particular, listening to Arthur, and somehow the prospect of having a name from this man had his heart drumming.
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we can skip ahead if you want or if u had other plans
skipping sounds excellent!
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jdljdslkflk sorry for the slowness - holidays have been absolute murder
Is all good!
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