losthunter | Sleepovers with Someone to Cling to ((Verity))

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Sleepovers with Someone to Cling to ((Verity))

It has been a quiet week for Hunter. One of the advantages of the quiet is the fact that Hunter has had lots of time to work on his artwork. (Perhaps a little bit too much time, in all reality).

So receiving a message from Verity was a good thing, all things considered. Hunter really had wanted to speak to her, about some small things going on in his life. And just have a fun night with a great friend. So they had decided to have a good-ol' fashioned sleepover.

Knowing that Verity was going to stay the night -- and having no qualms with sharing his bed with his good friend -- Hunter had made sure to bring out his best rose-themed sheets for the King-sized bed.

He also raided the closest convenience store to stock up on a few snack goodies for the evening. But of course, for the wine selection of the evening, Hunter went to one of his favourite stores. There he also picked up some cheese selections of the evening.

Almost was ready for Verity to arrive. Hunter's apartment is very open concept. The kitchen, dining room and living room are all visible from the doorway. Of course, his art studio is a little more tucked away -- close to the balcony, and where Hunter grows his roses.

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He can't tell her that he wouldn't be afraid of using makeup. Since it is still difficult to talk with the mask on his face.

He holds out his hands in answer to her next question.

Edited 2016-05-04 01:59 (UTC)

A subject to discuss another time, in that case.

Ver takes his hand in her oil-slicked ones, first smoothing oil over his skin from the wrist down, then working it into his cuticles and nail beds. "So I dunno if you've had manicurists like this, but when I get my nails done, the tech is usually real chatty. Lots of gossiping and talking about new recipes and sales at favorite stores. And of course, the debate about what nail art I'll get. And you're kind of a captive audience, aren't you?"

Before he protests, he might want to consider that she's moved on to the massage part now.

Hunter is trying really hard not to chuckle in response to Verity's chatter. She is just so adorable right now.

His left hand is the one with the dead rose bush, so there is some tattoos that wrap around his fingers -- like tiny little roots. There is just a Egyptian eye tattooed on his right hand. Other than that, it is mostly clear of any other markings.

The massage of his hands is really nice and he gives a soft moan of contentment.

It's true that she's taking advantage of the chance to study his tattoos. But her fingers are nimble and practiced and she doesn't stop to stare at anything. She starts with his palms and works her way out along each finger to the tip, then applies more pressure to the heel of his hand.

"I wish you could see how beautiful these are." It's a non-sequitur, she knows, but to her, tattoos are art and something to be proud of.

Hunter tilts his head slightly, so he can give her an appreciative glance at her non-sequitur statement. Later, when his face is not covered by a facial mask, he will tell her something that he actually misses about the tattoos (and the magic they used to have).

His glance gets him a smile, and she won't press the subject. She can keep up a quiet stream of conversation that doesn't require much of a response. Letting him know when things will be in-season in the farmer's markets, what new shops she's noticed or discovered, when this or that bit of restoration for the museum is expected to be completed. Maybe it's not much he's interested in, but it doesn't hurt to hear.

"I'm going to start trimming your nails now," she slips in before transitioning to the next part of the manicure. His nails will be trimmed, filed, and carefully shaped. She trims them short, with just a thin band of white at the top. Long enough to look healthy without snagging on things or getting in the way.

When that's done, she washes her hands and gets a bowl of warm water from the sink. "Time to take off the mask." Since there's no clay in the mix it's not hard to wipe off with a wash cloth.

Her stream of conversation is paid attention to with interest, even though he can not comment to anything. Right now, he is just so relaxed and content, and feels so spoiled by Verity.

The way she trims his nails will be appreciated. Hunter prefers short nails, especially as an artist.

A soft sigh of contentment escapes as she starts to wash off the mask.

Once the mask is off, Ver gives him a smile and gathers up all the bowls and bottles. "There you go. We'll finish up when you're out of the tub. Don't rush, I'll keep busy until you're done."

She'll rinse the washcloth in the sink and hang it over the faucet to dry, then takes the bowls into the kitchen to wash.

"I feel so relaxed, that I could almost just fall asleep here." Hunter chuckles lightly. It is nice not to have to relax out of the tub either.

He can just rest his head, and just let the jacuzzi tub work out any of the tense muscle he might have acquired over the last few days.

It is almost 20 minutes later, before he finally gets out of the tub -- wraps a towel around his waist -- and then deactivates the jacuzzi function so he can start draining the water.

While the water drains, Hunter has plenty of time to get into his PJs, which basically consists of a pair of underwear, and sweat pants.

When he comes back out, he'll find Ver looking through his bookshelves, head tilted in that peculiar way that means 'I'm trying to read the titles on the spines'. She looks up when the door opens. "I was starting to worry you were serious about sleeping in the tub. Think you can stand more spoiling, or should I give you a break?"

His book choice is varied, with a mixture of science fiction, fantasy, mystery, romance and yes, even a few graphic novels.

"You mean there is more spoiling?"

It may seem varied to other people, but to Verity, it's all 'lies' with a side order of 'lies accompanied by pretty pictures that are also lies'. The fact he reads romance novels is a little amusing.

"Well, I have to finish what I started, right? You wanted nail polish, and I need to finish the facial treatment."

Nothing wrong with a good romance novel late at night, right before bed. Hunter knows the stories are just imagination and yes, 'lies', but he enjoys them.

"Okay. Where do you want me?"

He's lucky he can enjoy them. She's never had the ability to suspend her disbelief; stories are painful for her. As painful as every other kind of lie.

There's a few obvious jokes, but they're beneath her dignity. "Someplace you'll be comfortable since you'll be staying there for a while. I'll put down a towel in case of drips."

Hunter shrugs his shoulders, with a small smile. Then gets on his bed. Hey, it is a comfortable place.

"All ready for a sexy, short dynamo. Know any?"

"Nope. All I've got is this pink-haired weirdo." Ver gathers up the things she'll need and settles on the bed beside him. "You want a color under the hologram polish?"

"What about a rose pink?" Combining their two colors sounds like a great idea.

"Rose pink, hmm." She looks through the bottles she brought before pulling out a bottle. "This one? It's rosy with a touch of beige, it should look nice with the top coat and not compete with it."

"Looks good to me." Hunter holds out his hands to her, so she could start to work.

Shake and stir, then she watches the polish drip off the brush before starting to apply it. It's a good, richly pigmented polish that shouldn't need many coats. Her hands are steady while she works and the polish goes on smooth; any bubbles are quickly dealt with so they won't mar the finish.

"So now I think it's your turn to talk."

"Earlier, you had mentioned how beautiful you find my tattoos." Hunter starts speaking, as he watches her apply the polish. "And it has taken me time, but I appreciate my markings a lot more these days."

"And I have come to realize, that there are features of the tattoos that I miss. The magical qualities of a few of them."

"How the rose bush would change with the seasons. How the heart on my chest would beat when I was nervous or stressed. How the Egyptian Eye would wink at me now and then."

Ver's listening intently, but keeps her eyes on her work. When he's done she can't help teasing a little. "Oh, you only like them extra fancy, I see how it is."

"What can I say? I guess I have always had a fancy flair."

She laughs and thoughtfully puts the brush back in the bottle instead of trying to paint freestyle modern art all over his fingers. "Mmm, maybe you can find someone to put that part back, if you want it?"

"Who knows... maybe that is something I will be able to do myself." Hunter is not sure what magic still exists in him. But he is open to exploring the new opportunity.

"The biggest thing for me... is being able to see myself in the mirror and feel happy about who I see."

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