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Who: Lea and Dove
Where: Dove's- and now Lea's- place
When: A little while after Namor's returned home
What: Lea is moving in with Dove for both practical and personal reasons. There's a sitcom in the making here somewhere...
Warnings: Possible feelings and angst. And lots of boxes.

Lea took one look one last look around his old 6th floor apartment. It looked strange, stripped of anything personal and restored as closely as possible to how it had been when he and Xion had first moved in. He fought the absurd notion to leave Xion a note on the counter, explaining where he'd gone. Stupid... whether she ever came back or not, the note would get thrown away the next time someone came in to clean the place.

He sighed, then carried the last box through the Dark Corridor, letting it finally close behind him as he emerged once again into Dove's penthouse. And his now too, he supposed. He added the box to the stack of others in the living room, straightening up and stretching a bit. "Well, that's it," he said. "I'm officially moved."

He looked at the boxes with another sigh. "Now we just need to unpack all this stuff again, and figure out where we're going to put it all." Not that Dove lacked the space. On the contrary; she had plenty of that. To say that the penthouse was spacious would be an understatement, and the furniture and possessions within didn't seem to fill much of the space. But that in itself made it daunting. Everything there looked so clean and orderly to him, each thing in its appointed place; how was he and his rather mismatched set of possessions going to fit in here?

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She laughed, shaking her head at him over her shoulder, light dancing in her eyes. "I guess you'll just have to find out for us both," she told him with a knowing shrug, before pushing open another door, this one closer to the living room. "....maybe I need a cuddly ghost in my room."

"Two more guest rooms up this one... that one over there is just another washroom," she told him, pointing to another door across the hall. "And my... office? Consultation room? ...whatever this is."

She leaned into another door, gracefully swinging with it as it opened. Light once more spilled in through the large glass panels, casting the nearly pure white room in dazzling rays. A faux fur carpet and modest seating arrangement took up one side of the room, a book with her signature in gold scrawled across the front sitting atop the coffee table between the chairs. A desk sat along the opposite side of the room, a blanket tossed across the chair as if she hadn't quite thought to tidy it up.... at least that looked used. Her laptop and tablet sat atop the desk, and beside them... a now-polished glass rose that Lea might find familiar and that Dove couldn't quite bring herself to move to her bedroom. Not yet.

... and never mind the scattering of polaroids in the document basket.

Lea chuckled. "I'll be sure and let you know how it works out then," he said. He made note of the various rooms as they walked, nodding a bit to show that he was paying attention.

Then when they arrived at her office, he actually had to blink slightly at the bright whiteness of it all for a moment, and yet... it suited Dove somehow. She was an angel, after all; she should be surrounded by light. There were just enough various objects on the desk and coffee table to tell that it had been used and lived in without it looking untidy. Though it still had that same slight too empty feeling that the much of the rest of the apartment seemed to have. The bright white lacked... warmth. Though he supposed he might be biased, given his favoring of warm colors.

"It's nice," he said, walking around to get a closer look at the various things. "I mean I haven't really been in a ton of offices, but I like this one. Though... it could maybe use a little more color? I dunno... I mean I guess white and light everywhere suits for an angel, but still... maybe we could put a painting or two somewhere? Break it up a little, you know?"

He paused near the desk, scanning around the room as if looking for the optimal place to hand such artwork. When he happened to glance down at the desk, the pictures in Dove's document basket caught his eye. Upon taking a longer look at them however... he blushed and quickly found something else to look at. It felt wrong, almost, to look at those kind of pictures, doubly so when they were pictures of Dove. She was as beautiful as ever in them, but still... wow.

In time, with his being there, that warmth might return in a whole new way.

"Probably," she laughed, leaning back against the desk and reaching over to swipe some invisible dust from its edge. "I was told it was best to have a 'clean canvas' in case any of my employers decide to bring outfits with them during consultations. It's been alright... just a nightmare to clean. I actually spilled wine on the rug while Diana's team was here setting it up." Her cheeks flush a little. "There were portraits of me hanging here and there but it felt... vain." And some of her best work had been done in her skin- only her skin- and with Lea moving in...

She watched him with mild interest, then tilted her head, quietly amused. "What?"

"Wasn't really thinking portraits," Lea said looking at a section of blank wall thoughtfully. "Maybe a nice landscape, or just something abstract. Long as it's colorful."

When she caught his reaction to looking at something else, though, he hastily tried to come up with some kind of excuse for his blushing and sudden awkwardness, but came up blank. Crap. "Well... I uh... kinda looked at the pictures there in the basket on the desk," he said. Then hastily added, "I wasn't trying to; they were just there. And... yeah, sorry."

"Or... a nice big metalwork?" she offered, shrugging before crossing her arms over her middle. "I might know a guy."

Her eyes drifted to a few wrapped frames in the corner beside the desk, and she sighed. "I've got a few more...personal pieces that I just don't have the heart to hang just yet, but it would be nice to warm things up a bit with work that means something..."

She laughed at his apology, but shook her head and scooped up the photos to examine them herself. "Don't worry about it. I was supposed to approve these ages ago. Just...haven't gotten around to it yet. They're just Digitals, anyway, and most of the people I'm working with know what I look like." She frowns down at the one atop the stack. "Though I guess they do help with pre-planning the touchups."

Even in the low, natural lighting, the scars across her abdomen are pretty prominent.

"... at least I'm semi-clothed in these," she added flippantly, trying to shift the mood a touch.

Lea smiled at the clear suggestion that he could make some kind of metalwork for her wall. "Well, I could give it a shot," he said. "Once I'm settled in, we could try and plan something out." He wondered what she meant by 'personal' pieces, though opted not to ask just then. Because well, they were personal after all.

And to be entirely honest, Lea hadn't even noticed the scars much, having been more focused on the fact that he was seeing pictures of his friend in a state of undress that had previously been reserved for models in a few magazines that he'd had to hide under his bed so his parents didn't find them. He supposed he'd always known logically that Dove- being a model- might pose for photos like that too, but seeing the evidence was quite different. Especially when it hadn't exactly been meant for him to see.

"Ah, yeah," he said, not missing the implication that she also did photos completely nude. "I'm glad of that, at least."

"Not that you look bad or anything!", he said hastily holding up his hands in a placating gesture, aware of how that might have sounded. "The opposite in fact. It's just... well, you're my friend, and it's weird seeing... those kind of pictures of a friend, you know? Especially by accident."

She mirrors his smile, even if it's quieter, and nods. She has plenty of space out at the studio. Maybe she could set something up for him there...

She laughs softly and shuffles them back into a stack and sets them face down atop the envelopes in the basket. "Thanks...but I'll pay more attention to where I leave my proofs laying around," she promises, making a mental note to be sure of it. "I'll...also have to go shopping for some actual bedclothes, too, now that I think about it..." she adds casually, heading back for her office door. Sure, it's a tease, but she...really will have to think on that one also.

Lea nodded, still looking a little sheepish but more cheerful for the teasing as he followed her. "Probably a good idea, yeah," he said. "On both counts."

"Though that's something else I hadn't actually thought of. I usually just wear boxers and sometimes a t-shirt to bed, if that's alright? Though I guess I could find myself some comfy PJs too."

She slipped back into the hall with a grin, glancing back at him. "Don't worry about it," she laughed. "That's more than enough if that's what you're comfortable in."

To be fair, that had been almost exactly what she had meant for herself when she had mentioned 'proper nightclothes'.

Lea nodded as he followed her back out into the hall. "This is gonna take some adjusting to for both of us, probably," he said. "I've been on my own for awhile, and... well I don't know if you've ever lived with anyone before like this." Sure, he suspected that she'd had friends over more than once, potentially overnight, but that wasn't the same thing as living with someone long term.

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