"Atin or Atinla, maybe?" Jedao proposes. "Sort of...stubborn, tough, resisting anything. Atiniir is to endure. Cerar is mountain, but all the adjectival forms are about, like...pointy." He has to suppress the urge to giggle again; the endorphin haze is starting to pulse in a push-pull rhythm with the pain. "Choruk is stone."
"A lot of my brothers chose Atin or Atin'la as a name, because of that. Atin'la's more tough, to atin's stubborn." He loosens one hand from Jedao's again and reaches up to stroke his fingers through his hair, the strands catching on his callouses and pulling a little.
"You're definitely atin'la, riduur," he teases Jedao, but looks down at Quentin to include him in the description. "And atin."
"He's helping me pick something for you, choruk'ika."
He does not know for sure if this translates the sentiment at all. His voice stays low and steady, even as he teases Fives lightly.
"Our rock. Source of a little more strength every time, like knowing you is a secret pebble in my pocket. J, does choruk'ika come close, am I in the right ballpark or does it sound silly?"
Pet names aren't his forte but he does love language. He's careful not to infuse urgency into the question, just curiosity, a sweet puzzle to brainstorm together while Jedao catches his breath.
"I think it sounds a little silly. But I also think it's okay for pet names to be silly." And he will manfully refrain from making and jokes about stones if Quentin and Fives both like it. "Maybe something with morut? That's...haven, stronghold. Morut'yc, safety." And the root of morutar, welcome. "Ner'morut."
Or maybe that one should be one of Jedao's endearments for Quentin, for both of them; he feels very safe now, in ways he would not have predicted when he called them. Silly goose, him. He carefully squeezes both their hands again.
Fives flushes a bit, more in pleasure than anything, and bends very carefully to press a kiss to Quentin's temple. "You're ridiculous," he tells him, but from the warmth in his voice and the helpless quirk of his lips it's obvious how pleased he is.
"And ruus is rock, if that's what you're really looking for." Though privately he really likes Jedao's suggestion of ner'morut. It makes something warm and heavy and sweet expand in his chest.
Quentin smiles with his eyes closed while Fives kisses his temple, turning his face up obligingly to give him more room so he doesn't have to bend too far.
"Ner'morut is pretty good." So, that settled, he turns delicately to take up Jedao's teacup, and turns back, moving to hold it in his lap just close enough that his fingertips brush it, that he can reach for it when he's ready for another sip.
"Now that I think about it, it'd be funny to be trying to call you 'the great and steady rock in both our lives' and end up just calling you 'cute piece of gravel.'" Ika does not perhaps apply. "Maybe just when you're being exceptionally stubborn."
Fives huffs a laugh and settles one hand on Quentin's head again, toying idly with delicate strands of his hair, while the other keeps hold of Jedao's.
"How about if you finish your tea and Quentin reads to us for a while instead?" he suggests quietly. "Something that just sounds pretty." That doesn't need any real focus, so Jedao can just listen to his voice and drift some more.
"I picked up something I think you'll genuinely enjoy, Fives- but stop me when you need explaining."
Says Quentin, bending to give Jedao's held hand a last kiss on the fingers before transferring the teacup into it and letting it gently go to go lean off and find My Family and Other Animals.
He tucks Jedao carefully against him and continues to hold his hand as Quentin reads, until he's drifted off completely to sleep. Then he reclaims his own, still gently steaming, cup and sips it occasionally as he listens.
Eventually, Quentin has to take a break to sip his own tea, and clear his throat. His voice is a little cracked, but after a moment of rest, he wonders quietly;
"Pick him up and carry him to bed, or let him sleep here?"
Fives looks over at Jedao where he's slumped against his shoulder, then back to Quentin, smiling softly. "I think bed," he murmurs, "So we can lay him out flat." He doesn't want him to slump farther and wake up in pain from jostling his injury.
His first impulse is to point out he can carry Jedao just fine without help, but if Quentin's spell will ensure there's no chance he jostles his wound and wakes him up then the help's well worth it.
"Okay, just let me know when it's safe to shift him, cyare,"
He smiles, and does some quick work with his hands to engulf Jedao in a gentle cloud- invisible, sturdy, steady- there to cradle and support him when Fives picks him up.
Fives watches, trying to catch all the details of what Quentin does, but even with two years of practice under his belt he can't always see the fine distinctions of Quentin's work. At the nod, though, he shifts Jedao carefully into his arms and rises smoothly to his feet before heading for the bedroom.
"Bring water, for when he wakes up in the night and I'll get his boots?" He'll doubtless be a bit dehydrated after all this.
Says Quentin, getting to his feet a little more creakily, heading for the kitchen to get them water, to the bathroom to get them advil and more bacta, and then to bed to join them both.
He catches Fives for a kiss at the side of the bed.
"Okay," he agrees quietly as he holds onto Quentin and lays his head on his shoulder. It's best that way, he knows, given his and Jedao's tendency to wrap themselves around each other, but he doesn't want Quentin to feel left out.
"That's what we're all here for, isn't it?" he asks, voice muffled a little against Quentin's neck. "It's good, being able to do that, and knowing you'll both be here for me when I need it."
Well, some of them have better track records than others. He's spent the whole night in a bit of a fear that he was going to pull off a repeat of Christmas. It turns out, easing back and letting Fives take the lead is a good plan, though.
He lifts his head so he can give Quentin a quick, gentle kiss on each cheek and the tip of his nose.
"I'm better with violence, I understand it," he offers by way of agreement. "But you're so much better at other things, at... alternatives." Like Jedao's new and very promising foray into actually studying mental health and ways to treat it.
"I think we're all lucky, to have each other." He thinks they all shore up and compensate for each others' weaknesses and blind spots in ways he'd never have been able to anticipate.
His shoulders drop, and he gives Fives a look of gentle, pained relief. A 'thank you for understanding.' He can have pity on himself for not having any natural facility with this kind of thing, but it helps that Fives understands too, sees his value in other ways.
"What can I get you? Plate of food before bed, cup of cocoa?"
Fives stretches up just a bit to give Quentin a kiss on the forehead. He definitely appreciates all the things Quentin brings to the table, and... he's glad that violence or comfort with violence isn't one of them. He loves his gentleness, even as he knows how deadly he can be if he has to (and loves that as well).
"Force, cocoa sounds perfect. That spicy kind you make? And I'll get cleaned up and then we can all get some rest." Hopefully Jedao will manage to get some decent sleep, and so will they.
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Date: 2020-04-18 11:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-19 12:29 am (UTC)"You're definitely atin'la, riduur," he teases Jedao, but looks down at Quentin to include him in the description. "And atin."
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Date: 2020-04-19 12:55 am (UTC)He does not know for sure if this translates the sentiment at all. His voice stays low and steady, even as he teases Fives lightly.
"Our rock. Source of a little more strength every time, like knowing you is a secret pebble in my pocket. J, does choruk'ika come close, am I in the right ballpark or does it sound silly?"
Pet names aren't his forte but he does love language. He's careful not to infuse urgency into the question, just curiosity, a sweet puzzle to brainstorm together while Jedao catches his breath.
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Date: 2020-04-19 01:28 am (UTC)Or maybe that one should be one of Jedao's endearments for Quentin, for both of them; he feels very safe now, in ways he would not have predicted when he called them. Silly goose, him. He carefully squeezes both their hands again.
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Date: 2020-04-19 01:44 am (UTC)"And ruus is rock, if that's what you're really looking for." Though privately he really likes Jedao's suggestion of ner'morut. It makes something warm and heavy and sweet expand in his chest.
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Date: 2020-04-19 11:19 am (UTC)"Ner'morut is pretty good." So, that settled, he turns delicately to take up Jedao's teacup, and turns back, moving to hold it in his lap just close enough that his fingertips brush it, that he can reach for it when he's ready for another sip.
"Now that I think about it, it'd be funny to be trying to call you 'the great and steady rock in both our lives' and end up just calling you 'cute piece of gravel.'" Ika does not perhaps apply. "Maybe just when you're being exceptionally stubborn."
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Date: 2020-04-20 03:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-20 03:18 am (UTC)"How about if you finish your tea and Quentin reads to us for a while instead?" he suggests quietly. "Something that just sounds pretty." That doesn't need any real focus, so Jedao can just listen to his voice and drift some more.
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Date: 2020-04-20 11:22 am (UTC)Says Quentin, bending to give Jedao's held hand a last kiss on the fingers before transferring the teacup into it and letting it gently go to go lean off and find My Family and Other Animals.
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Date: 2020-04-20 10:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-21 03:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-21 12:06 pm (UTC)"Pick him up and carry him to bed, or let him sleep here?"
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Date: 2020-04-22 05:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-22 11:48 am (UTC)Says Quentin, setting down his teacup and cracking his knuckles.
"You'll still need to take most of his weight, but he shouldn't feel it."
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Date: 2020-04-23 07:03 am (UTC)"Okay, just let me know when it's safe to shift him, cyare,"
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Date: 2020-04-23 11:54 am (UTC)Quentin nods, once.
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Date: 2020-04-23 10:02 pm (UTC)"Bring water, for when he wakes up in the night and I'll get his boots?" He'll doubtless be a bit dehydrated after all this.
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Date: 2020-04-23 10:52 pm (UTC)Says Quentin, getting to his feet a little more creakily, heading for the kitchen to get them water, to the bathroom to get them advil and more bacta, and then to bed to join them both.
He catches Fives for a kiss at the side of the bed.
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Date: 2020-04-24 07:18 am (UTC)"I put him on the edge so he's less likely to be jostled," he explains, since Jedao's not in his usual spot.
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Date: 2020-04-24 05:34 pm (UTC)Says Quentin, and gives him a kiss on the jaw, holding on tight around his waist and closing his eyes.
"Thank you. Thank you for being so good at being there for him."
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Date: 2020-04-27 07:23 am (UTC)"That's what we're all here for, isn't it?" he asks, voice muffled a little against Quentin's neck. "It's good, being able to do that, and knowing you'll both be here for me when I need it."
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Date: 2020-04-27 11:58 am (UTC)Well, some of them have better track records than others. He's spent the whole night in a bit of a fear that he was going to pull off a repeat of Christmas. It turns out, easing back and letting Fives take the lead is a good plan, though.
"-thank you for being great at it."
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Date: 2020-04-27 09:34 pm (UTC)"I'm better with violence, I understand it," he offers by way of agreement. "But you're so much better at other things, at... alternatives." Like Jedao's new and very promising foray into actually studying mental health and ways to treat it.
"I think we're all lucky, to have each other." He thinks they all shore up and compensate for each others' weaknesses and blind spots in ways he'd never have been able to anticipate.
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Date: 2020-04-27 09:37 pm (UTC)"What can I get you? Plate of food before bed, cup of cocoa?"
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Date: 2020-04-28 12:15 am (UTC)"Force, cocoa sounds perfect. That spicy kind you make? And I'll get cleaned up and then we can all get some rest." Hopefully Jedao will manage to get some decent sleep, and so will they.
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