Logpost. Nyoka and Jon talk.
* Nyoka is, perhaps, /realizing/ she hasn't really talked to Jon since, well. He was a snakeperson, so she's poking about and searching for him. Mainly because, well. It makes things /interesting/, we'll say that much.
* Jonathan has avoided Nyoka rather pointedly since he was a snakeperson. Some talked to him about it, but he's still been rather avoidant and reserved. He's hard to find outside of the library during the day, and not inclided to talk about personal things while he's working, but it's Saturday, and he's at home... getting ready -to- work...
* Nyoka has been about everywhere else, is he here? "Jon?" Tongueflick, "You in here?" She can probably smell him, but again, she knows to Be Careful with him.
* Jonathan is in his room, and looks over at Nyoka, meekly, not making eye contact, nor answering verbally.
* Nyoka leans a little on the doorframe, "May I come in? It's.. been a few days." Yeah, that's one way to put it.
* Jonathan says, sheepishly, "You can come in. That's fine..."
Nyoka: And thus, she enters the room, moving to stand somewhat nearby, "We haven't really talked about the other day." She's not really beating around the bush much today, mainly because, well. It's made her realize, a bit, that she and Jon may have a bit more in common than the fact that they both love /Some/. She likes his /mind/.
* Jonathan freezes, and tenses right up. "Um...no, we have not, no.."
* Jonathan really would like to avoid this again. Pehaps if he acts like he needs to go -right now-. See, all of his stuff is packed up for the day! Need to go to work! Right now!
* Nyoka is, also, a bit nervous about this. Shifting her weight occasionally, "... It's made me realize I like you, too." She says, before he can really attempt to leave. "I mean. I did to begin with, but, well." She runs her hands through her hair, nngh. When she's angry, things are /easier/ to say, she can come up with god knows what to say to someone at any point. Why's /this/ so bloody hard? "..It's made me realize I like you more than I thought I did." ... God, did that really sound as bad as she thinks it does?
* Jonathan considers that, watching the floor. He moves away from his pack, and stands there, wringing his hands. "I haven't been with very many people."
* Jonathan is trying to think of something -else- to say to that, but that's the best he can come up with. Bear with him, here.
* Nyoka understands, really. Words for this sort of thing don't come easy to her unless they're already said. She nods a little, shifting her coils again, a little nervous still, despiting having said something. "I understand." ... Good gods, that was a lousy thing to say. Say /something else/, "..." .. Just come out and /say it/, "..Do you, er." Ngh, "Like me too?" ... That came out /so horribly/.
Jonathan: "Well, it means something, doesn't it? When you sleep with someone, it's supposed to mean something." He looks like he might bolt, again. Instead, he sits down on the corner of his bed, next to his pack, and tears as his sleeve. "But that wasn't me. I was changed."
Nyoka: "But you still had your /mind/." She says, shifting to sit near him. Not on the bed, just near the corner of it, a pile of coils. "The change made me realize that attraction. Your /mind/ is what I like."
Jonathan: "I..." He blushes, and stops tearing his sleeve so he can wring his hands, again. Fidgety little thing. "I, ah... I'm not strong, I'm not... I don't like being overpowered, I don't... you're just very intimidating, Nyoka... I don't like being intimidated."
Nyoka: She nods, again. "I understand." Hell, she knows it. ... /Hell/, she generally /flaunts/ it. She has her hands in her sleeves, mostly to keep /herself/ from fidgeting. She's not a lot like Isis on the surface, but there's points where she is. This /is/ one of those, because, well. ... It's just hard, okay? "..Is there anything I could do about that?" She asks, quietly.
Jonathan: "Isobel was intimidating..." he says, voice trailing off. He scowls, biting his lip, and shakes his head. "Asking for you to do anything about that would prove that I'm weak. I don't want to be weak. I just don't want to be reminded how easily I can be overpowered."
Nyoka: Another nod. Thoughtful expression, trying to think of a way... "..If I was tied down, or..." Hrm, "..The pretzels, maybe?"
Jonathan: "That's all a -game- Nyoka. Can we be equals outside of that? O-or are you just going to always think I'm the weak, ill human?"
Nyoka: "I never thought you were weak to begin with" Really, she didn't know what to think. Which is where the misconstrued joke came from, in all honesty
Jonathan: "Then if we're equals, then it's fine, isn't it?"
Nyoka: "Mmhmm." A nod
* Jonathan finally looks up at her.
* Nyoka looks at him when he does.
* Jonathan holds out a hand.
* Nyoka blinks at this, and reaches for his hand! Slightly curious expression, too, as she's wondering where this'll go.
* Jonathan squeezes her hand, then leans forward to hug her.
Jonathan: "It -is- fine?"
* Nyoka hugs him back, running her hand along his back, "It's fine." she simply replies, nuzzling him a little.
* Jonathan whispers, "Lovely." He relaxes, leaning his head against hers. "I was thinking about you."
Nyoka: "You were?" She asks, still running her hand along his back. He's /warm/, and she'll keep hugging/cuddling if there's no objection to it.
* Jonathan answers, "I was." He has no objection to being treated nicely, and will pet her hair. Some would probably be thrilled.
* Nyoka leans into the hair petting with her eyes closed. Some /will/ probably be thrilled. "What about me were you thinking about?" .. That made more sense in her head.
Jonathan: "I don't know." He shrugs, snuggling closer. "I think you do remind me of Isobel. Not... like you are, or anything of the sort. That isn't what I meant..." Crap.
Nyoka: "Mmm." See, now that they got past the hard part, she's pretty mellow about it. Not offended, "I think I get what you meant, it's because we have similar personalities?"
Jonathan: "I don't know if that's what I'm saying. Possibly in some ways. You don't look like her."
Nyoka: A small shrug, followed by another face-to-face nuzzle. "Mm, probably doesn't matter, though. I'm not her."
Jonathan: "No, you aren't her." He kisses her cheek.
Nyoka: Scary how the two of them can actually be somewhat cute, isn't it? She kisses his cheek and makes a content sound, relaxed, now that most--if not all--of the awkwardness of before has passed.
* Jonathan probably would have been simply mild-mannered and shy, if he hadn't been driven insane from the start. He has his moments. He doesn't push this any further, content to be held.
* Nyoka is content to hold him close, too, not really wanting to push it further (hell, one achievement at a /time/) because she knows that she has to be fairly careful with Jon. She keeps tracing her hand over his back lazily, and if they stay like this long /enough/, she may very well doze off. He's warm, not as much as /Some/ is, but still warm.
* Jonathan still needs to go to work, eventually, but he seems to have put that off, for the moment. He'll let her doze off, if that's what she wants, and will continue to be warm and quiet, smoothing down her hair and stroking her cheek with the back of his hand.
* Nyoka 's mun wonders what Some would think of this, really. Since there's really nothing going on, she does doze off with a small, quiet, content sound, shifting into his touches a little as she does. When he does have to go, she'll rouse a bit to nuzzle him and kiss his cheek. Aww. :3
* Jonathan doesn't want to go, though. He takes that as an excuse to stall, more, kissing her back.
* Nyoka nuzzles him again, "Mmm.. this is nice."
Jonathan: "You're very kind."
Nyoka: "Thank you, Jon." Another little kiss to his cheek.
Jonathan: "Thank you," he repeats, holding her close. "I really should get to work."
Nyoka: "Mmm. Come to think of it, I should be too." Note the fact that she's not in any real hurry to get up.
* Jonathan laughs, quietly. "Yes. I really should." He isn't trying to get up, either.
* Nyoka starts tracing his back again with both hands, this time. Mmm.
Jonathan: "You really don't want me to go, do you?"
Nyoka: "Not like /either/ of us is in any hurry, to be completely honest."
Jonathan: "Well, I have to open the library, but you're touching my back." He grins, bashfully.
Nyoka: "Oh, you mean like this?" She grins back, and does it /more/.
* Jonathan laughs more. "Mmn, like that, yes. Heh."
* Nyoka chuckles, pleased, "Should I stop~?"
Jonathan: "I'll think about you, today, and find you in the evening. How's that?"
Nyoka: "Mmm, that works." She murmurs with a pleased sort of air, shifting to kiss him gently. ... On the lips, yes. No deep kiss or anything, a light peck, before actually /stopping/ to let him up.
* Jonathan lingers near her for a moment more, then pulls himself to his feet, grabs his pack, straightens his coat, and pinpoints out, with a smile.
* Nyoka made him smile. :3
* Nyoka , streeeeeeetches lazily, and shall PIN away also~
* Jonathan has avoided Nyoka rather pointedly since he was a snakeperson. Some talked to him about it, but he's still been rather avoidant and reserved. He's hard to find outside of the library during the day, and not inclided to talk about personal things while he's working, but it's Saturday, and he's at home... getting ready -to- work...
* Nyoka has been about everywhere else, is he here? "Jon?" Tongueflick, "You in here?" She can probably smell him, but again, she knows to Be Careful with him.
* Jonathan is in his room, and looks over at Nyoka, meekly, not making eye contact, nor answering verbally.
* Nyoka leans a little on the doorframe, "May I come in? It's.. been a few days." Yeah, that's one way to put it.
* Jonathan says, sheepishly, "You can come in. That's fine..."
Nyoka: And thus, she enters the room, moving to stand somewhat nearby, "We haven't really talked about the other day." She's not really beating around the bush much today, mainly because, well. It's made her realize, a bit, that she and Jon may have a bit more in common than the fact that they both love /Some/. She likes his /mind/.
* Jonathan freezes, and tenses right up. "Um...no, we have not, no.."
* Jonathan really would like to avoid this again. Pehaps if he acts like he needs to go -right now-. See, all of his stuff is packed up for the day! Need to go to work! Right now!
* Nyoka is, also, a bit nervous about this. Shifting her weight occasionally, "... It's made me realize I like you, too." She says, before he can really attempt to leave. "I mean. I did to begin with, but, well." She runs her hands through her hair, nngh. When she's angry, things are /easier/ to say, she can come up with god knows what to say to someone at any point. Why's /this/ so bloody hard? "..It's made me realize I like you more than I thought I did." ... God, did that really sound as bad as she thinks it does?
* Jonathan considers that, watching the floor. He moves away from his pack, and stands there, wringing his hands. "I haven't been with very many people."
* Jonathan is trying to think of something -else- to say to that, but that's the best he can come up with. Bear with him, here.
* Nyoka understands, really. Words for this sort of thing don't come easy to her unless they're already said. She nods a little, shifting her coils again, a little nervous still, despiting having said something. "I understand." ... Good gods, that was a lousy thing to say. Say /something else/, "..." .. Just come out and /say it/, "..Do you, er." Ngh, "Like me too?" ... That came out /so horribly/.
Jonathan: "Well, it means something, doesn't it? When you sleep with someone, it's supposed to mean something." He looks like he might bolt, again. Instead, he sits down on the corner of his bed, next to his pack, and tears as his sleeve. "But that wasn't me. I was changed."
Nyoka: "But you still had your /mind/." She says, shifting to sit near him. Not on the bed, just near the corner of it, a pile of coils. "The change made me realize that attraction. Your /mind/ is what I like."
Jonathan: "I..." He blushes, and stops tearing his sleeve so he can wring his hands, again. Fidgety little thing. "I, ah... I'm not strong, I'm not... I don't like being overpowered, I don't... you're just very intimidating, Nyoka... I don't like being intimidated."
Nyoka: She nods, again. "I understand." Hell, she knows it. ... /Hell/, she generally /flaunts/ it. She has her hands in her sleeves, mostly to keep /herself/ from fidgeting. She's not a lot like Isis on the surface, but there's points where she is. This /is/ one of those, because, well. ... It's just hard, okay? "..Is there anything I could do about that?" She asks, quietly.
Jonathan: "Isobel was intimidating..." he says, voice trailing off. He scowls, biting his lip, and shakes his head. "Asking for you to do anything about that would prove that I'm weak. I don't want to be weak. I just don't want to be reminded how easily I can be overpowered."
Nyoka: Another nod. Thoughtful expression, trying to think of a way... "..If I was tied down, or..." Hrm, "..The pretzels, maybe?"
Jonathan: "That's all a -game- Nyoka. Can we be equals outside of that? O-or are you just going to always think I'm the weak, ill human?"
Nyoka: "I never thought you were weak to begin with" Really, she didn't know what to think. Which is where the misconstrued joke came from, in all honesty
Jonathan: "Then if we're equals, then it's fine, isn't it?"
Nyoka: "Mmhmm." A nod
* Jonathan finally looks up at her.
* Nyoka looks at him when he does.
* Jonathan holds out a hand.
* Nyoka blinks at this, and reaches for his hand! Slightly curious expression, too, as she's wondering where this'll go.
* Jonathan squeezes her hand, then leans forward to hug her.
Jonathan: "It -is- fine?"
* Nyoka hugs him back, running her hand along his back, "It's fine." she simply replies, nuzzling him a little.
* Jonathan whispers, "Lovely." He relaxes, leaning his head against hers. "I was thinking about you."
Nyoka: "You were?" She asks, still running her hand along his back. He's /warm/, and she'll keep hugging/cuddling if there's no objection to it.
* Jonathan answers, "I was." He has no objection to being treated nicely, and will pet her hair. Some would probably be thrilled.
* Nyoka leans into the hair petting with her eyes closed. Some /will/ probably be thrilled. "What about me were you thinking about?" .. That made more sense in her head.
Jonathan: "I don't know." He shrugs, snuggling closer. "I think you do remind me of Isobel. Not... like you are, or anything of the sort. That isn't what I meant..." Crap.
Nyoka: "Mmm." See, now that they got past the hard part, she's pretty mellow about it. Not offended, "I think I get what you meant, it's because we have similar personalities?"
Jonathan: "I don't know if that's what I'm saying. Possibly in some ways. You don't look like her."
Nyoka: A small shrug, followed by another face-to-face nuzzle. "Mm, probably doesn't matter, though. I'm not her."
Jonathan: "No, you aren't her." He kisses her cheek.
Nyoka: Scary how the two of them can actually be somewhat cute, isn't it? She kisses his cheek and makes a content sound, relaxed, now that most--if not all--of the awkwardness of before has passed.
* Jonathan probably would have been simply mild-mannered and shy, if he hadn't been driven insane from the start. He has his moments. He doesn't push this any further, content to be held.
* Nyoka is content to hold him close, too, not really wanting to push it further (hell, one achievement at a /time/) because she knows that she has to be fairly careful with Jon. She keeps tracing her hand over his back lazily, and if they stay like this long /enough/, she may very well doze off. He's warm, not as much as /Some/ is, but still warm.
* Jonathan still needs to go to work, eventually, but he seems to have put that off, for the moment. He'll let her doze off, if that's what she wants, and will continue to be warm and quiet, smoothing down her hair and stroking her cheek with the back of his hand.
* Nyoka 's mun wonders what Some would think of this, really. Since there's really nothing going on, she does doze off with a small, quiet, content sound, shifting into his touches a little as she does. When he does have to go, she'll rouse a bit to nuzzle him and kiss his cheek. Aww. :3
* Jonathan doesn't want to go, though. He takes that as an excuse to stall, more, kissing her back.
* Nyoka nuzzles him again, "Mmm.. this is nice."
Jonathan: "You're very kind."
Nyoka: "Thank you, Jon." Another little kiss to his cheek.
Jonathan: "Thank you," he repeats, holding her close. "I really should get to work."
Nyoka: "Mmm. Come to think of it, I should be too." Note the fact that she's not in any real hurry to get up.
* Jonathan laughs, quietly. "Yes. I really should." He isn't trying to get up, either.
* Nyoka starts tracing his back again with both hands, this time. Mmm.
Jonathan: "You really don't want me to go, do you?"
Nyoka: "Not like /either/ of us is in any hurry, to be completely honest."
Jonathan: "Well, I have to open the library, but you're touching my back." He grins, bashfully.
Nyoka: "Oh, you mean like this?" She grins back, and does it /more/.
* Jonathan laughs more. "Mmn, like that, yes. Heh."
* Nyoka chuckles, pleased, "Should I stop~?"
Jonathan: "I'll think about you, today, and find you in the evening. How's that?"
Nyoka: "Mmm, that works." She murmurs with a pleased sort of air, shifting to kiss him gently. ... On the lips, yes. No deep kiss or anything, a light peck, before actually /stopping/ to let him up.
* Jonathan lingers near her for a moment more, then pulls himself to his feet, grabs his pack, straightens his coat, and pinpoints out, with a smile.
* Nyoka made him smile. :3
* Nyoka , streeeeeeetches lazily, and shall PIN away also~