AWD #053: Was Blind But Now I See
Was Blind But Now I See
Summary: Cole and Iphigenia face each other for the first time since he's been cleared for duty.
Date: 28/02/2013
Related Logs: Suicide is Painless
Cole Iphigenia 
Observation Deck
The Obs Deck is one of the more quiet areas on the Orion where people can come to get away from the hustle and bustle that goes with of the rest of duty on the ship. The front of the room is a very large armored glass window to allow a dominating view of whatever is out ahead of the battlestar. Seats rise up at even levels, plush chairs and couches provided for the crew to relax in. During Condition One an armored plate is lowered down to cover the view and prevent the room from becoming a hazard and seal tight.
AWD #53

The Observation Deck isn't a place that Cole had frequented with any regularity during his first stint aboard the Orion. Now, he seems to have more free time than not, so why not enjoy the view? If enjoying it is indeed what he's doing by sitting in one of the rows with his feet up on the couch in front of him. He's smoking a cigarette and staring at the curve of Piraeus with a blank expression on his face.

When Aphrodite decides to put her hand on you, it's a kiss that feels like a fist. Iphigenia has been working through, and has had little time for Aristides for since he was cleared for duty. But either she queried someone in passing or she has some kind of built in radar, because she makes her way to Obs like she knows where she's going and why. Her entrance is quiet, and she doesn't say a word as she slips into the seat next to him. There's no sense of expectation, she's just…there.

It takes Cole less than a split second to realize someone's next to him, and his eyes tick over to identify the intruder as Iphigenia. "Oh," His sentence is split by the exhale of cigarette smoke from his lungs, "Hey." Eloquent he is not. And what's worse is he doesn't look sure of himself as to how he should greet her now. There is an awkward amount of shifting before Ari just settles on reaching over to give her knee a squeeze.

Iphigenia glances at him a moment, a faint smile on her lips. It's a bit rueful. "I meant what I said." she says, smooth and unpeturbed. "But I won't hold you to what you did if you want to say it was the drugs and the injuries." Here is your Get Out of Jail Free Card if you want it, Cole. "I'm on the next mission to Picon." Back into the hot zone.

Ari actually quirks a smirk at that, "What if I can't remember what you said? I do seem to recall this hot little brunette crawling into my sick bed, though. Making all the nurses jealous." He clucks his tongue and presses the filter of his cigarette back to his lips. It's not until he fully cycles it through his lungs and back out of his nose that he speaks again. "Just can't keep yourself out of trouble, can you?"

"You know me. Always in the thick of it." Gen replies, bracing her forearm against the back of her chair and turning to face him. "I'm handling the initial arrangements of the civilian ex-fil to Piraeus."

"Is this where you want me to beg you not to go? Plead with you to stay out of harm's way so I can selfishly keep you all to my lonesome?" Cole's thumb absently flicks at his cigarette, knocking ash into an ashtray he has close at hand. "You're the best person for the job. Strong. Compassionate. It just means I'm going to have to get off my lazy ass and off light duty so I can fly escort."

"I've never wanted you to do that." Iphigenia replies. "But I do want you to get off your lazy ass. It's harder to look at when you're sitting on it." She doesn't smoke - not cigarettes, anyway. "Do you think that Zachary will allow you to?"

"Why wouldn't he? Half the ship is frakking the other half by now. If we're not adult enough to separate the art of war from our emotions, then we shouldn't be on the line to begin with. So that leaves either you or me mustering out, and I don't foresee either happening. So." Cole's words aren't harsh, they're said in that lower timbre.

"Do you remember that one night you slept in the chapel, when word of Virgon managed to reach me? The next day he came to me and asked if he had," she practically air-quotes, but not quite, "Anything to be concerned about. But we're not in the same department, we're not in the same chain of command, and even if we'd progressed to such a point, I don't see either of us mustering out either." She's not disagreeing with him here, not at all. "I've watched you go on mission a hundred times, and I'll see you go out on a hundred more." And this she accepts.

There is a wry cant to Ari's lips when he purposefully redirects his gaze to out of the viewport. "So you've loved me for that long, huh?" He asks, clearly biting the inside of his cheek to try and keep the straight face that he's failing so flailingly at.

"Don't laugh at me." It almost sounds petulant. "And it doesn't matter, not really. The point is, it's not an issue." She must have the most expressive eyebrows on the ship, because one lowers while the other stays raised. "You're laughing at me."

Cole mms around his cigarette, taking the last drag before snuffing it out with quick little jabs into the ashtray. "Not laughing." His breath comes out in a grey stream that wavers with his words. "Amused, maybe. But not laughing. I don't know if I was blind or just…" In denial. He looks down to his hand that still has the divot of his wedding ring worn into his flesh. A wedding ring he isn't wearing.

"You weren't blind." she says. "I didn't let you see. Or I tried not to let you see." Iphigenia watches him study his hand as she adds, "It would have been wrong, and it wouldn't have been fair to give you something you couldn't hold."

Ari's hand clenches into a fist, closing on air. Talk about not having anything to hold onto. Some where along the line, the pilot's smirk has turned into something a bit more bitter sweet. "I told you. Tough and compassionate." He pitches forward, depositing a kiss on her forehead but then it seems as if he's getting to his feet. "I've got some paperwork to shovel. No Picon without saying goodbye."

Oh, no. She half rises in her seat, her hand lifting tug waistband of his pants. But it's only to haul him in and kiss him. Because she can. And because she's had enough for now, perhaps, of chaste forehead kisses. She doesn't turn it into the foray that happened into the recovery ward, but its intention is clear enough. When lips part she suggests, "Ask to be on escort. The worst he'll say is no."

By the time the kiss ends, Ari has cupped her face with his long-fingered hand splayed out around her ear. He pets her cheek with his thumb, the apex of the touch when he drags the side of his nail over her bottom lip and a whisper of his sigh mingles with her own breath. "I'm a little rusty." He confesses, and there is a laugh on the tail end of it. He might not laugh at her, but he can certainly laugh at himself. "I'll talk to Buzz."

"That's alright." replies the prietess. "I'm very patient." Iphigenia's voice lowers to a murmur. "You need to be flying again, Ari. It's better for you when you are." She lets him go, moving to sit back down. There's a world of difference between her veneer of serenity she often presents the world and her expression now. And now he knows the difference. She won't be fooling him again.

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