capeandcowllogs | I can't believe what you said to me, last night we were alone.

WHO: Raven and Rimmer. Closed log.
WHERE: Lake Placid house, their bedroom.
WHEN: Backdated to the night of this post.
WARNINGS: Heavy theological content and philosophy. Discussion of souls. Discussion of humanity and demons. A couple in their pyjamas in bed. Yannow, the usual.
SUMMARY: Rimmer is none too keen on the fact that Raven seems to be of the opinion that she has no soul. Which, coming from him, is highly ironic all things considered. A discussion ensues.
FORMAT: Probably acres of Teal Deers.

His hologramatic pyjamas were in place, as he sat on the bed with his book, waiting for Raven to join him. He was reading a fascinating piece on Augustus, the emperor of Rome after Caesar.

Although his mind wasn't really on the military campaigns, defeating the Germans across the Rhine. Instead, his mind was firmly stuck in the rut from earlier tonight, when the subject of souls had popped up. And suddenly Arnold Rimmer was treading some seriously shaky theological ground, and he had no way to get to safety.

This was not a conversation that he wanted to have over their comms with dozens listening in. This was something that needed to happen in person...but she'd been avoiding him ever since. And now he had no idea how to broach this subject, or if he even should. But then, it occurred to him...they'd never really had the 'religion' discussion before. Well, aside from her telling him about Azar and Azarath. ...He just caught on to the fact that those were almost exactly the same word, way to go, Arn.

So he waited. And fidgeted. And fretted. And reread the same paragraph eighteen times as he hoped she would come upstairs tonight. She'd often said that she would never make him sleep on the couch...but that said nothing about her choosing that for herself instead. Hrm.

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"Arnold, I'm serious!" she laughed out, utterly charmed by that fake accent he had put on for her.

"And you wouldn't have to worry, I'd be far too horrified you were going to one of those rallies. I wouldn't tell a soul, rather pretend I didn't know you for a few days after."

Ah. She laughed. That made everything so much better, it really did. If she wasn't laughing, he was smegged.

"Don't worry, I've absolutely zero intention of hanging my flag with those fruitcakes. American politics reminds me too much of a television show. When somebody popular enters the room, the studio audience goes 'woooooo!' and then there's a new tax code suddenly."

Well he had pretty much summed up her feelings right there, enough to make her laugh a bit more, and even go as far as to kiss his forehead.

"It is a bit like that, I try to avoid it altogether if I can, and I'm from this country, technically."

"I keep waiting for the queen to come out and wave at the crowds, honestly."

Kissing. Oh, kissing was nice too. As she turned her face away, he darted in and stole a kiss from the corner of her mouth. Hey, at least this time they hadn't made each other cry. That was an improvement, right?

"I love you, my little soulless wife to be."

Now he was just teasing her.

No need to steal a kiss after a silly little line like that, she directly kissed him this time, beaming a smile at him as she pulled back.

"I love you too. ... I'm very sorry for how I was acting earlier, it was immature."

"...Thank you," he said, with a little smile. "It was immature. And it hurt. But thank you for apologising, and I absolutely accept it. And I'm sorry I was being so...narky at you. I was upset and taking it out on you, and I apologise for that as well."

See? Married couples could actually have fights and make up, smeghead. He knew he really needed to nip those 'TOO SOON' feelings in the bud soon, or he'd have a nasty surprise on his wedding day...

Now she allowed herself to curl up the way she did most nights, right up against his side where no matter when she woke up, she'd feel the security of him there. He'd probably never know how much of a comfort that was to her.

"I forgive you too."

Was it really that easy to just... make up? Near-constant arguing with Gar for Azar-only-knew-how-long had made her wary to the entire argument process.

As they settled down into the blankets further, he kissed her again for good measure, and then held her look. She was...god, just so very beautiful.

"Thank you."

Then, there was a comfortable - well, all right, not 100% comfortable, call it 99% comfortable - silence, where they didn't need to talk about it anymore, but could just be. These were the moments when he loved her the most, truth be told. When he could just lay here quietly with her and feel accepted and connected and not so unutterably lonely anymore.

I can't believe what you said to me, last night we were alone.

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