[ 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.
Please do try. While I know you like your stories and your uncertain endings...
[They are very much opposite when it comes to that. Sunday dislikes how Gallagher keeps everything so open-ended. While Sunday would rather control the endings...
[ Sunday's words are comforting in ways that he could've never expected. Perhaps it's because this is truly the first time someone is promising to prioritize him over anything else. He wonders, if both he and Sunday met under much different circumstances— how much happier would they be? ]
... Sure. It's a promise.
[ He means it, too. If there's a way to keep his promise, he'll find it. ]
[If there had been different circumstances... If Sunday hadn't been gripped with the idea of the perfect order and of protecting everyone's dreams no matter the cost... If things had been simpler, what would they have been like?
It's hard to tell what will happen from here. But perhaps this little promise between them will mean something in the future. A promise to find one another no matter what endings they get. If dreams continue or if they end...]
I believe you've satisfied my curiosity. At least for now.
[ Their little promise is something Gallagher would like to hold onto. It's rare for him to be selfish, too focused on making sure that Penacony remains safe, just as the Watchmaker would have wanted. ]
Alright. If you think of something, you know where to find me.
[He will gently tuck that promise away to think on later. When he's faced with choices that are pivotal for him to make... And later, when Sunday falls from grace.
For now- It's a simple night in a bar with quiet music, drinks and questions.
He glances back at Gallagher.]
There are a few items I need to take care of sooner than later. Did you have something else in mind?
[ When all is lost, Gallagher will remain right here, waiting for Sunday whenever he needs him. It's a promise he'll do his very best to keep against all odds— it doesn't matter what he'll have to sacrifice to make it happen.
He shakes his head, offering a smile instead. ]
Nah. If you're busy, I wouldn't want to keep you. Was just gonna ask if you wanted to stay a while, but I can wait for next time.
[He immediately feels pleased with that reaction.]
As you worked so hard on getting the perfect cheesecake for me... I wouldn't mind sharing your favourite meal, Gallagher. I'm fine with whatever you might like.
[ His preferred meal involves a lot of meat, so he has to find something that will be acceptable for Sunday's tastes. Then again, one can never go wrong with a good steak. ]
How about steak and potatoes? But I can do something more homey if that's too much.
( ooc. more than eager to continue!! also, happy almost sunday release day!! :D )
Tomorrow night.
[ Gallagher reaffirms with a smile.
It's almost difficult to say goodbye, but knowing that he'll see the other man again tomorrow is making it ache a little less. An odd feeling, of course, given his true nature as a meme, but it's genuine all the same. He messages Sunday a few hours later to decide on the time, and once they settle on it, he goes about the rest of his night.
Until tomorrow comes.
Gallagher spends most of his late afternoon preparing dinner. Or rather, he spends most of it deciding how he should do the steak and potatoes. Sure, he can go the classic route, but it might not be fancy enough for Sunday. Then again, the man said that he'd like to try what Gallagher likes, so it should be fitting either way. He knows he's overthinking it, but it's difficult not to.
Luckily, he manages to get it together. He keeps it simple, too. Sunday's portion is just a fraction smaller compared to Gallagher's but there's enough leftovers if they both want extra helpings.
For now, he waits. Sunday should be due to arrive soon enough. ]
[ooc: happy Sunday banner!! Got him E1 and his light cone!]
[It's incredibly rare for Sunday to allow himself nights like tonight. A night to enjoy a dinner and a nice evening off? ... While Sunday would like everyone in Penacony to enjoy a restful night like this every night, it's not something Sunday finds himself doing often.
But perhaps that's why Sunday is feeling a little uneasy about appearing for a second night. As he adjusts the folds on his jacket so that they're perfectly neat, he realizes that he feels ... shy. A little breathless.
When he arrives, Sunday glances around quietly for the man at hand. When he does, seeing the spread of dinner there too, Sunday has to resist the airy feeling in his chest.]
Hello again, Gallagher. I see you've been hard at work. ...
( ooc. omg congrats!! i also just got his E1, but i'm trying for E2... somehow... pls sunday pls )
[ Gallagher is not exactly the most well put together type of man, but for tonight, he put in the effort to look as presentable as possible. His dress shirt isn't as ill-fitting as his usual attire, even if it does look a bit too tight on him. His tie is neat. His hair... well, that's always going to be a mess. The effort is still visible, at least.
When Sunday arrives, he greets him with a soft smile. ]
It's not everyday you ask to be spoiled, so I wanted to make sure everything is as close to perfect.
He makes his way over to stand behind a seat, pulling it up before gesturing for Sunday to sit down. ]
Have a seat. I'll bring out the wine after. Is there a kind you're wanting to drink for tonight? I heard Malbec wine pairs nicely with meat.
[Sunday has to take note about Gallagher's appearance, as well. He looks more put together than he usually does and it shows. Sunday finds himself feeling a bit satisfied with seeing him like that. His shirt and tie look... very good. Gallagher should clean himself up like this more often. Although he might silently admit to himself that he doesn't mind Gallagher's tousled hair.]
It's not often that I want to be treated. Although, you made a rather convincing argument with your cheesecake the other night.
[Sunday takes his seat.]
The Malbec will do just fine.
[It seems he isn't being too picky about tonight, either.]
Have you looked at the mirror? You look more radiant than me.
[ Once Sunday takes a seat, Gallagher excuses himself to grab the bottle of Malbec, pouring the appropriate amount of wine in the glasses he's already set on the table. He puts the bottle down soon after, within their reach should they want more. Now all that's left is to enjoy the meal, so Gallagher sits down soon after.
Even the cutlery is set up just as they would be in fancy restaurants. Some might be off just a few centimeters, not pixel perfect like Sunday would have liked, but it's clear the Hound put in some effort.
He gestures at the spread of food. ]
Not bad, right? Hopefully it's to your liking, just like the cheesecake.
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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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Please do try. While I know you like your stories and your uncertain endings...
[They are very much opposite when it comes to that. Sunday dislikes how Gallagher keeps everything so open-ended. While Sunday would rather control the endings...
Therefore, he'll be sure to find Gallagher.]
I will make sure of it.
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... Sure. It's a promise.
[ He means it, too. If there's a way to keep his promise, he'll find it. ]
Was there anything else you wanted to know?
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It's hard to tell what will happen from here. But perhaps this little promise between them will mean something in the future. A promise to find one another no matter what endings they get. If dreams continue or if they end...]
I believe you've satisfied my curiosity. At least for now.
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Alright. If you think of something, you know where to find me.
[ His head tilts. ]
Are you busy for the rest of the day?
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For now- It's a simple night in a bar with quiet music, drinks and questions.
He glances back at Gallagher.]
There are a few items I need to take care of sooner than later. Did you have something else in mind?
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He shakes his head, offering a smile instead. ]
Nah. If you're busy, I wouldn't want to keep you. Was just gonna ask if you wanted to stay a while, but I can wait for next time.
[ There will be always a next time, for now. ]
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Tomorrow night, then.
[That's when he could come by again...]
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Tomorrow night it is. I'll store the cheesecake for you, unless you want something else to eat.
[ If it's something he doesn't know how to make, he's sure he can figure it out. Probably. ]
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[He moves to stand, smoothing out the sleeves of his jacket neatly. Did he just tell Gallagher it will be a dinner date? Yes. Maybe he did.]
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A dinner with the radiant Sunday. This old Hound is honoured. Any requests for what you'd like to eat?
[ Since he's assuming Sunday wants a cooked meal! He'll pull out all the stops, if he has to. He wants to impress the other man. ]
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As you worked so hard on getting the perfect cheesecake for me... I wouldn't mind sharing your favourite meal, Gallagher. I'm fine with whatever you might like.
[He also wants to know what Gallagher likes...]
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My favourite meal, huh? Sure, I can do that.
[ His preferred meal involves a lot of meat, so he has to find something that will be acceptable for Sunday's tastes. Then again, one can never go wrong with a good steak. ]
How about steak and potatoes? But I can do something more homey if that's too much.
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Steak and potatoes is perfectly acceptable.
[Sunday doesn't usually have a heavy appetite but it will do. With that, he gives a small nod before he goes to leave.]
Tomorrow night, then.
[ooc: more than happy to do a timeskip to the next night if you still want to keep going! <3]
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Tomorrow night.
[ Gallagher reaffirms with a smile.
It's almost difficult to say goodbye, but knowing that he'll see the other man again tomorrow is making it ache a little less. An odd feeling, of course, given his true nature as a meme, but it's genuine all the same. He messages Sunday a few hours later to decide on the time, and once they settle on it, he goes about the rest of his night.
Until tomorrow comes.
Gallagher spends most of his late afternoon preparing dinner. Or rather, he spends most of it deciding how he should do the steak and potatoes. Sure, he can go the classic route, but it might not be fancy enough for Sunday. Then again, the man said that he'd like to try what Gallagher likes, so it should be fitting either way. He knows he's overthinking it, but it's difficult not to.
Luckily, he manages to get it together. He keeps it simple, too. Sunday's portion is just a fraction smaller compared to Gallagher's but there's enough leftovers if they both want extra helpings.
For now, he waits. Sunday should be due to arrive soon enough. ]
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[It's incredibly rare for Sunday to allow himself nights like tonight. A night to enjoy a dinner and a nice evening off? ... While Sunday would like everyone in Penacony to enjoy a restful night like this every night, it's not something Sunday finds himself doing often.
But perhaps that's why Sunday is feeling a little uneasy about appearing for a second night. As he adjusts the folds on his jacket so that they're perfectly neat, he realizes that he feels ... shy. A little breathless.
When he arrives, Sunday glances around quietly for the man at hand. When he does, seeing the spread of dinner there too, Sunday has to resist the airy feeling in his chest.]
Hello again, Gallagher. I see you've been hard at work. ...
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[ Gallagher is not exactly the most well put together type of man, but for tonight, he put in the effort to look as presentable as possible. His dress shirt isn't as ill-fitting as his usual attire, even if it does look a bit too tight on him. His tie is neat. His hair... well, that's always going to be a mess. The effort is still visible, at least.
When Sunday arrives, he greets him with a soft smile. ]
It's not everyday you ask to be spoiled, so I wanted to make sure everything is as close to perfect.
He makes his way over to stand behind a seat, pulling it up before gesturing for Sunday to sit down. ]
Have a seat. I'll bring out the wine after. Is there a kind you're wanting to drink for tonight? I heard Malbec wine pairs nicely with meat.
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It's not often that I want to be treated. Although, you made a rather convincing argument with your cheesecake the other night.
[Sunday takes his seat.]
The Malbec will do just fine.
[It seems he isn't being too picky about tonight, either.]
You look... very nice.
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[ Once Sunday takes a seat, Gallagher excuses himself to grab the bottle of Malbec, pouring the appropriate amount of wine in the glasses he's already set on the table. He puts the bottle down soon after, within their reach should they want more. Now all that's left is to enjoy the meal, so Gallagher sits down soon after.
Even the cutlery is set up just as they would be in fancy restaurants. Some might be off just a few centimeters, not pixel perfect like Sunday would have liked, but it's clear the Hound put in some effort.
He gestures at the spread of food. ]
Not bad, right? Hopefully it's to your liking, just like the cheesecake.
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sorry for the delays!! <3
you are totally fine 💜
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