protective_logic | Open Post

'How much of a hand have you had in designing all this?' The more say they have here, the better and it sounds like Delta's pretty well involved.

"I'm the one who selected the architect," Delta admits. He was careful in arranging things, after all. For his own safety. "I'm in charge of much of this."

'Good.' He nods in approval. They can work with the architect going forward. 'Do you have the plans?'

“I keep them on a specialized hard drive in my rooms,” Delta explained as he skirted around the edge of the pool the walls were going up around. No doubt, with as security conscious as he tried to be, they were quite seriously protected.

Hell, Delta seemed pretty on top of this. "Great. I'm more than willing to help witch schematics and plan security features, even install some of them." He'd make sure Delta was safe in here.

Install them? Well now Delta turns his attention to York in shock. That was a possibility?

"You can do installations?"

Words mirroring thoughts.

He tensed, almost unnoticeable under the armour. Stupid rookie error, hinting at his old job. That was gone.

"I can. Helps to know locks and systems if you know how they're wired in." True.

Well don't tense, Delta's smiling at York, clearly pleased with this news. And he doesn't even think it's background stuff. York's explanation was a good one in his book.

"That's wonderful! We'll be able to manage things better!"

Delta doesn't seem to notice and he relaxes again, unable to help but feel pleased his skills have been met with such enthusiasm.

"Thanks. Sounds good!"

"Sounds great to me. Is there special gear I should be acquiring for you?"

He will happily provide everything that York needs and more. Including he needs to get more controllers for them to play games with. And another VR movie system.

Under his helmet, York lights up and his fingers twitch at the thought of familiar tools in his hands. He begins listing off the gear he would need for decent security work and instillation.

And of course Delta makes mental notes of it all as they continue moving through the space.

"You're quite thorough," he muses when York finally rattles to a stop, at this point standing in a roughly framed area that looks like it would be perhaps a study or something. "This is where your room will be."

"No use in a half job security system." He's very thorough, and he takes pride in it.

He nods, looking around the rough area, noting its position in relation to the other sections. "This will be good."

"Will it be okay to have a door separating us?" he asks, gesturing. Was it wrong to have that space?

"That should be fine. Most Falconers sleep either in the same or adjacent room to their Hawks." What was the point in protection if it wasn't nearby?

"Good," Delta smiles. Because the idea of sleeping that close to York, sharing a room, is a bit flustering of a thought. Even has him blushing.

York politely doesn't comment on the blush and turns his helmeted head so as not or appear to be staring. Whatever will keep Delta both safe and comfortable. Hopefully they won't often contradict.

Hopefully they won't, but he doesn't know that it will work out. As it is, Delta continues the polite tour around the space, noting intended safety features and rooms. Discussing his ideas of how to make his place quiet and controlled.

When they're done, Delta guides them back around toward the back of the mansion.

"So, what do you think?"

"I think it's a good start with a lot of potential. It'll take work, but this is definitely a space we can make safe, secure and personal."

He's rather looking forward to planning it all out, an ongoing project they can work on.

That makes Delta smile. There is hope. He might have a home, and that's all he wants. He does guide York on, happy to stay close to his Hawk. His... his friend.

"Personal for us both I hope. Seeing as you've had your lot thrown in with mine."

But he doesn't think he minds so much. Not right now. He slips them back in through a back door of the mansion, into the kitchens they had been in that morning. From there York can probably remember the path back to Delta's space.

"Personal for us both," he agrees, smiling a little under his helmet. "And I'd less say I've had my lot thrown in and more I'm with you on the path."

He does indeed remember the way and leads them back, keeping a trained eye out for trouble.

No trouble for now. The mansion is almost eerily quiet. No doubt his father had locked himself in his rooms, and Delta wants to scoff at that.

"What's the point to all this space, when we all go back to our own corners at the end of the night?" he mumbles as they approach his room.

"Show. Capability." It did often seem to be that those who had the most amount of space had very little use for it. This was a very lonely house.

They reached the door and York kept an eye out while Delta opened it. He'd be glad to get back into the relative safety of Delta's wing.

Perhaps not half so glad as Delta is. The man seems to truly loosen up back in his own space.

“I still need to work on your designs. But I feel like I could use a break after all of that. Fuck, never thought to feel unsafe in my own home.”

York can see the tension drop from Delta's shoulders as the door closes behind them and behind his helmet, his jaw clenches. He really shouldn't feel unsafe in his own home.

"Soon your home will be a place you feel safe."

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