I thought about it at first, but what I got from you just now is more than enough.
[ Plus, the fact that Sunday is still eating the cheesecake is making him happy. As a drinksmith, the customer's satisfaction has always been his top priority, so to go as far as pleasing Sunday too— well, he'll just pat himself on the back now. ]
Unless you want to spoil this old Hound, then I won't say no.
[Well, he does pause for a fraction of a second to stare at Gallagher as if he might suggest that exact thing. What if he did wish to spoil Gallagher if only to see how much of a good boy he can be? Also, the fact that Gallagher seems pleased enough with Sunday being happy with a snack and a delicious drink... It makes him feel something he will think about later.
For now, his lips give the smallest of a smile as he looks away quietly.]
[ Next time. How strange that such a simple phrase can bring him so much joy. Is this his old age coming up to him? (Or just the reminder of how time can't be infinite, even if he wants it to be?)
He smothers that thought with a smile, busying himself with cleaning the counter now while Sunday eats. ]
I'll look forward to it, but for now— enjoy the rest of the cake. And if you want more to drink, I can make it non-alcoholic too.
[He continues to nibble at his cake much like a bird might nibble at something slowly. Each bite is careful and small. He savours the strawberry sweetness. And licks up a bit of sugar from his bottom lip.]
Thank you. The drink you made for me is more than enough for now. Although... It makes me curious. If there a drink that you prefer?
[ And it's one Gallagher isn't entirely sure he has an answer. Preferences are difficult to pinpoint with him, if only because he doesn't know if they're truly his own or someone else's. He tries not to think about it too much. ]
I'm not sure— I've never really thought about it. [ His priority as a drinksmith has always been about what the customer wants (needs) at the time. ] Got any suggestions?
[ As it is, he's already made up of several parts from other people, so he doesn't see why he won't like Sunday's suggestion. He starts pulling out the bottles to mix the drink for himself right now. ]
There's actually one drink that comes to mind when you said those ingredients, but I don't think this is what you were thinking of.
[ First, he fills a highball glass with ice cubes before pouring some vodka in it. He follows it up with the cranberry and orange juice, adding a splash of peach Schnapps on top. The resulting drink looks a lot like the sunset horizon, reminiscent of his eyes.
[Sunday didn't think he would be so interested in the colour of alcoholic drinks but the mix that Gallagher so expertly crafts is quite beautiful. It is a gorgeous sunset colour, warm and inviting.
The drink's name makes Sunday tilt his head and his wings twitch just slightly in curiosity. Sex on the beach... Did Sunday really pick out a drink like that?]
Is that so? And why is it called that? Is it only the inventor being cheeky?
[ Gallagher lifts up the drink to inspect it, and this close, it's easy to see the colour's resemblance with his eyes. He takes a sip of it, looking quite pleased with himself soon after. It's delicious, but that's not surprising. ]
Maybe. Or maybe they thought of the drink while watching the sunset on the beach. [ In the middle of banging someone, but he'll spare Sunday the obscene mention. ] Who knows.
But it's fun to think about why someone would name their things. It could give you a glimpse of what kind of person they are.
[Gallagher doesn't have to fill in the scene for him. He understands where that was going... And he merely hums under his breath for it.]
If that's the case it makes me curious what you would name your creations.
[Sunday should take his leave very soon but... Perhaps he's enjoying the conversation now. And that's a very rare thing for Sunday to have. Gallagher is something else... He still wonders if this is all an act. Or if the other man is enjoying this too.]
[ Meanwhile, Gallagher is more than happy to keep the conversation going since Sunday is sticking around. He's surprised, of course, because he fully expected the man to leave as soon as he's had his fill of cake and drink, but this has been pleasant. It's not everyday the two of them have a chance to simply just talk, so he might as well take advantage of it.
He takes another sip of his drink, the smile on his face never quite fading, but there's something more subdued about it now. ]
Hm. If it were me, I guess I'll call this one "The Last Sunset," or something like that.
[ His drinks have always had that sort of theme, like an ending he's just waiting for to happen. ]
[Once again, Sunday doesn't find himself a person who might understand the deeper intricacies of drink mixing but he does enjoy finding the deeper meaning behind names and words.
He picks up his drink and takes a small delicate sip from the straw.]
Are you anticipating the end to something, Mister Gallagher?
[ A genuine question deserves a sincere answer, but Gallagher finds that difficult to do. As someone who's always surrounded himself with lies, sidestepping the truth is easier than leaving himself vulnerable.
Sunday has always been perceptive, however, so if he calls him out on it... ]
You're looking too deeply into it. It's just a name.
[A curious answer, of course. Sunday can tell that there is something deeper to it. Simply by the tone of Gallagher's voice or the way he thinly smiles.
He has a small urge to use the Harmony. Perhaps he could make Gallagher tell him what this meaning truly is and if his assumption is correct. After all, he doesn't like it when others keep things from him...
But he refrains. His eyes lower, almost glowering (pouting) at Gallagher for not saying so.]
If there is one thing I may understand about you is that you are much deeper than you let others believe you to be. You are a secret standing.
You think so? I feel like there's not much to know about me.
[ Sure, there are plenty of things Gallagher can't say, but he figures there isn't much of a point in sharing things that don't belong to him. Not that he can say that out loud, so he can only hope Sunday understands. Maybe if the other man pushes for more, then...
He'll just have figure out how to keep sidestepping. ]
[It's slightly irritating, to be sure. Sunday is used to knowing the answers to the questions he has. But Gallagher has always been a question left unanswered. It makes him direly curious, and perhaps that's why he lingers for as long as he does. Why he's particularly drawn to this messy man.
A part of Sunday wishes to know all of his secrets. To own them, or to own this man.
He lets out a soft sigh.]
So you would say. Although, all old dogs have their stories...
[It comes down to the fact that Sunday wants to know more about Gallagher.]
[ It's not like Gallagher can't read between the lines. While it takes a while for him to get there, the realization does dawn on him that maybe Sunday does want to get to know him better. That's why the other man insists that he must have more stories to tell, that's there more than meets the eye beyond the amalgamation that he is.
He wonders if it will be alright to share parts of him that he wants to be known, even if it might jeopardize his very existence. ]
Why do you wanna hear these stories so badly?
[ Maybe he just wants to hear Sunday confirm it too, that he wants to get to know him beyond the facade called "Gallagher". ]
[His eyes flicker back up to the other man, perhaps a little danger in his eyes. Sunday hates to admit a weakness or a want. Although he lets out a soft sigh.]
Is it so terrible to want to know more about you?
[He looks away. Fine, don't tell him anything, he'll be tsundere about the whole thing.]
[ Sunday's reaction earns a small smile. It has Gallagher reaching out to caress the man's face, coaxing the other to look at him again. If Sunday doesn't, he won't stop until he succeeds. ]
Come on, don't be like that. I just wanted to hear you tell me why.
[ There's a warm feeling in his chest, simply from the confirmation that Sunday wants to know more about him. ]
What do you want to know? If I can, I'll answer it.
[It might take a few futile tries for Gallagher to actually get Sunday to turn his head to him. But Sunday only resists because he's clearly being stubborn for his own reasons. Sunday is used to getting what he wants, after all.
He'll finally follow Gallagher's touch and he looks at him again. And Gallagher's reward will be the slight brush of soft feathers aganst his fingers.]
[ When Sunday finally looks at him, there's a small smile on Gallagher's face that's ready to greet him. It's another one of those sad ones; genuine enough, and yet not entirely happy. Resignation is the closest thing to describing it.
He trails his fingers along the man's wing, delighted by the brush of soft feathers against his skin. ]
All I've ever wanted is for Penacony to be safe. To have all Dreamchasers be as happy as they can be.
[ A beat passes, and his hand drops back to his side. ]
It's been a while since I've dreamt of anything for myself. Wouldn't even know what I'd want.
[Sunday carefully studies Gallagher's face. That handsome jawline, the subtle emotion in those reddish brown eyes. Gallagher is handsome in many ways. Even when there's something sad in his expression.]
Then we have the same wish.
[Because despite all of Sunday's desires, all of his convictions and thoughts... He too only wants Penacony to be safe and for everyone to be happy. That is why Sunday's plans must...
Sunday watches Gallagher carefully.]
Then whatever it is that you're doing, for Penacony or for your own... When it's all said and done... [Quieter.] Come find me.
[If Gallagher won't dream for something for himself... He could dream for Gallagher. Be his.]
[ There's a split-second where surprise colours the entirety of his features. What Suday murmurs to him so quietly is something he didn't expect from the man, let alone be offered to him so easily. His expression softens, another rare thing since honesty is far from what's usually seen on his face. ]
... I just might, when it's all said and done.
[ It's the closest to a promise that he'll ever get when things aren't guaranteed given what he is. Who he is.
He looks directly into Sunday's golden gaze, sunset eyes searching for something. ]
[The response is cryptic, much like all of Gallagher's enigmatic ways... It makes Sunday frown slightly, although he doesn't take his amber eyes off the other man. His gaze instead turns slightly narrow and dangerous...]
I will. If you do not come to me. I cannot promise I'll be happy that you hadn't kept your word, though. If I have to keep it for you...
[But Sunday doesn't like not getting his way. If he wants Gallagher. He will have him, even if he has to find him, himself.]
[ And he means every word of it. He has no doubt that Sunday will find a way to drag him back even if it isn't possible. A part of him takes comfort in that thought, because it's the only lifeline he has. It's enough to give him hope, so his smile grows less rueful. ]
But I don't like the idea of making you unhappy, so I'll try and avoid that.
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[ Plus, the fact that Sunday is still eating the cheesecake is making him happy. As a drinksmith, the customer's satisfaction has always been his top priority, so to go as far as pleasing Sunday too— well, he'll just pat himself on the back now. ]
Unless you want to spoil this old Hound, then I won't say no.
[ He's mostly joking. ]
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For now, his lips give the smallest of a smile as he looks away quietly.]
I understand. Perhaps next time, then.
[Since he has decided he would be back.]
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He smothers that thought with a smile, busying himself with cleaning the counter now while Sunday eats. ]
I'll look forward to it, but for now— enjoy the rest of the cake. And if you want more to drink, I can make it non-alcoholic too.
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Thank you. The drink you made for me is more than enough for now. Although... It makes me curious. If there a drink that you prefer?
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[ And it's one Gallagher isn't entirely sure he has an answer. Preferences are difficult to pinpoint with him, if only because he doesn't know if they're truly his own or someone else's. He tries not to think about it too much. ]
I'm not sure— I've never really thought about it. [ His priority as a drinksmith has always been about what the customer wants (needs) at the time. ] Got any suggestions?
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For a man as enigmatic as Gallagher... And for as little as he knows of the man so far?]
I would consider something like a cocktail with several mixes... Something with vodka and rum. And orange juice or cranberry juice?
[Sunday is no expert but he takes his best guess.]
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[ As it is, he's already made up of several parts from other people, so he doesn't see why he won't like Sunday's suggestion. He starts pulling out the bottles to mix the drink for himself right now. ]
There's actually one drink that comes to mind when you said those ingredients, but I don't think this is what you were thinking of.
[ First, he fills a highball glass with ice cubes before pouring some vodka in it. He follows it up with the cranberry and orange juice, adding a splash of peach Schnapps on top. The resulting drink looks a lot like the sunset horizon, reminiscent of his eyes.
He smiles, equal parts amused and fond. ]
They call this one sex on the beach.
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The drink's name makes Sunday tilt his head and his wings twitch just slightly in curiosity. Sex on the beach... Did Sunday really pick out a drink like that?]
Is that so? And why is it called that? Is it only the inventor being cheeky?
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Maybe. Or maybe they thought of the drink while watching the sunset on the beach. [ In the middle of banging someone, but he'll spare Sunday the obscene mention. ] Who knows.
But it's fun to think about why someone would name their things. It could give you a glimpse of what kind of person they are.
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[Gallagher doesn't have to fill in the scene for him. He understands where that was going... And he merely hums under his breath for it.]
If that's the case it makes me curious what you would name your creations.
[Sunday should take his leave very soon but... Perhaps he's enjoying the conversation now. And that's a very rare thing for Sunday to have. Gallagher is something else... He still wonders if this is all an act. Or if the other man is enjoying this too.]
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He takes another sip of his drink, the smile on his face never quite fading, but there's something more subdued about it now. ]
Hm. If it were me, I guess I'll call this one "The Last Sunset," or something like that.
[ His drinks have always had that sort of theme, like an ending he's just waiting for to happen. ]
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[Once again, Sunday doesn't find himself a person who might understand the deeper intricacies of drink mixing but he does enjoy finding the deeper meaning behind names and words.
He picks up his drink and takes a small delicate sip from the straw.]
Are you anticipating the end to something, Mister Gallagher?
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Sunday has always been perceptive, however, so if he calls him out on it... ]
You're looking too deeply into it. It's just a name.
[ But it's obviously more than that. ]
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He has a small urge to use the Harmony. Perhaps he could make Gallagher tell him what this meaning truly is and if his assumption is correct. After all, he doesn't like it when others keep things from him...
But he refrains. His eyes lower, almost glowering (pouting) at Gallagher for not saying so.]
If there is one thing I may understand about you is that you are much deeper than you let others believe you to be. You are a secret standing.
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[ Sure, there are plenty of things Gallagher can't say, but he figures there isn't much of a point in sharing things that don't belong to him. Not that he can say that out loud, so he can only hope Sunday understands. Maybe if the other man pushes for more, then...
He'll just have figure out how to keep sidestepping. ]
I'm just an old Hound without fangs, after all.
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A part of Sunday wishes to know all of his secrets. To own them, or to own this man.
He lets out a soft sigh.]
So you would say. Although, all old dogs have their stories...
[It comes down to the fact that Sunday wants to know more about Gallagher.]
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He wonders if it will be alright to share parts of him that he wants to be known, even if it might jeopardize his very existence. ]
Why do you wanna hear these stories so badly?
[ Maybe he just wants to hear Sunday confirm it too, that he wants to get to know him beyond the facade called "Gallagher". ]
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Is it so terrible to want to know more about you?
[He looks away. Fine, don't tell him anything, he'll be tsundere about the whole thing.]
Keep it to yourself, then.
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Come on, don't be like that. I just wanted to hear you tell me why.
[ There's a warm feeling in his chest, simply from the confirmation that Sunday wants to know more about him. ]
What do you want to know? If I can, I'll answer it.
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He'll finally follow Gallagher's touch and he looks at him again. And Gallagher's reward will be the slight brush of soft feathers aganst his fingers.]
Do you have dreams? Beyond all of this.
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He trails his fingers along the man's wing, delighted by the brush of soft feathers against his skin. ]
All I've ever wanted is for Penacony to be safe. To have all Dreamchasers be as happy as they can be.
[ A beat passes, and his hand drops back to his side. ]
It's been a while since I've dreamt of anything for myself. Wouldn't even know what I'd want.
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Then we have the same wish.
[Because despite all of Sunday's desires, all of his convictions and thoughts... He too only wants Penacony to be safe and for everyone to be happy. That is why Sunday's plans must...
Sunday watches Gallagher carefully.]
Then whatever it is that you're doing, for Penacony or for your own... When it's all said and done... [Quieter.] Come find me.
[If Gallagher won't dream for something for himself... He could dream for Gallagher. Be his.]
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... I just might, when it's all said and done.
[ It's the closest to a promise that he'll ever get when things aren't guaranteed given what he is. Who he is.
He looks directly into Sunday's golden gaze, sunset eyes searching for something. ]
Will you come to me if I can't go to you?
[ Again with the cryptic statements. ]
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I will. If you do not come to me. I cannot promise I'll be happy that you hadn't kept your word, though. If I have to keep it for you...
[But Sunday doesn't like not getting his way. If he wants Gallagher. He will have him, even if he has to find him, himself.]
I will find you.
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If there's anyone who can do it, it'll be you.
[ And he means every word of it. He has no doubt that Sunday will find a way to drag him back even if it isn't possible. A part of him takes comfort in that thought, because it's the only lifeline he has. It's enough to give him hope, so his smile grows less rueful. ]
But I don't like the idea of making you unhappy, so I'll try and avoid that.
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sorry for the delays!! <3
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