ricochetlove: (Eyes of the prey)
Sampo Koski ([personal profile] ricochetlove) wrote2028-07-19 01:47 am
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snowshield: (pretends like he doesn't)

case in point. re: I run fast when given a direction

[personal profile] snowshield 2024-03-01 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
[This actually isn't the worst position he's been in, believe it or not. Nor the most embarrassing situation he's been in, though that might be hard to believe. The door is...

...and Gepard tries to glance past Sampo, while not making it obvious that he's trying to glance past Sampo...

...still shut. He can't tell if it's locked or not. He thought it was locked. He hoped it was still locked.

And, well, Sampo actually isn't the worst person to catch him doing anything. That honor would probably go to Pela, who was not only one of his colleagues, but also someone who dealt with his sisters a lot, and showed up fairly often with reports. The perfect mix of danger, disgrace, and also never letting him live down. Sampo, meanwhile, is a criminal. Him catching him doing something out of the norm is, well.

It's in Sampo's wheelhouse of things he deals with. Probably. Less social repercussions. Less collateral damage.

And they're in his office, so it's not as if he was caught out in the open. As long as that door was locked, they'd be fine. And, worst case, he does have a large desk Sampo could hide under.

But all of this is avoiding the real problem of Sampo being in his office. It isn't the fact that Sampo broke in, though that is a problem, probably. It isn't the fact that there's classified materials in various places, nor the fact that there's probably a warrant out for Sampo, or if there isn't a warrant currently there'd be one out eventually.

No, it's the fact that-]


I can explain.

[-he's sitting behind his desk, head tilted back, pants undone, cock in his hand, obviously a bit...sweaty and bothered, and Gepard Landau has no idea how long Sampo had been there because, well.]

Wait, why am I offering to explain. I should be arresting you? [It's a question, not a statement. His voice rose up a bit. Give him a moment. Maybe two?]
snowshield: (but is it?????)

terrible horrible no good very bad party

[personal profile] snowshield 2024-07-31 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Gepard Landau did not want to attend the party. He really didn't. He tried very hard to come up with excuses- no, not excuses, reasons to not go. Good reasons. Good, solid reasons that would convince even the likes of his father. His return to the front lines got delayed. Not for long, only a day or two, and there was absolutely nothing that Gepard could do about that, so he...didn't bother attempting to do anything at all.

Serval had offered to let him hide out in her workshop, and Gepard had been tempted because they both hated the parties, but he pointed out that their parents would come after them regardless of what he did, and he'd be hiding on the front lines in a few days (and his sister made a face, clearly not liking it) which meant that their mother and father would just be seething impotently at a distance, wanting a heir, but unable to do anything about it. It was easier for the both of them this way - and Serval didn't like this either, and it was obvious, but she agreed. Reluctantly. Not exactly fine with this.

So, Gepard went to the manor home and had a not-entirely-unpleasant conversation with his mother, and hurried up to his childhood bedroom- not that he stayed there anymore, but it was easier to wear something thick on the streets and change into a dress uniform at the manor. And as he stared at the medals (he'd acquired them in the same way windows acquired a lining of frost) Gepard asked himself what it was he was doing and decided that what he was doing was making things easier for his sisters by having one of them discharge an obligation, and having the one who discharged the obligation being the guy who was away from Belobog for months on end. And that's all.

He fixed his hair. Then, Gepard looked in a mirror and immediately felt like a toy soldier marching on, someone pretending to be something that he's not. He tried fixing his hair and decided that it made him worse. He felt like a puppet danging from strings, dancing to someone else's whims. He looked like a boy, who thought he was a man. It was the dress uniform. Probably. Or maybe he was just anxious. (Don't ask him what he was anxious about...probably the pressure to give his family an heir, because one of them had to, and it was either going to be him or Lynx, maybe.)

There was music downstairs. Something light. Pastoral, badly fitting for the sort of planet which Belobog was, and Gepard missed being with his men.

But.

He has a duty. Or. Something. Or something. And so Gepard squares his shoulders, and unsquares his shoulders, and looks in the mirror, and adjusts his uniform one last time, resquares his shoulders, and then he descends somewhat fashionably late. Not too much, but a little. Politely late.

...and is almost immediately forced to meet someone-or-another, some girl with impeccable breeding and a long lineage, one who is dedicated to the path of the Architects, but that's fine, Gepard Landau definitely knows how to be professionally polite.]