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schmericaRay Kowalski at fifty is an entirely different creature from Ray Kowalski at thirty-five -- though I have loved both of them, and all the variations in between, and can only anticipate the ones to come.
His body is leaner than it was, and tougher. The deep lines on his face look almost harsh in repose, but in context they merely add character to his extraordinarily expressive face. He wears his glasses more often now, as his eyesight has begun to decline, to the point of frustration. His hair is slightly thinner, and he wears it clipped closer to his head. He is less fastidious with his facial hair, which sometimes he fails to attend to for ages at a time. (Originally he began this as a ploy to annoy me; he continued to do so after discovering I quite liked it.)
His disposition is calmer than it was fifteen years ago. There are more quiet moments between us, unspoken communication. At the beginning of our relationship, barely a week might go by without yelling or quarrels or silent anger at each other; these days we've gone months without stepping on each other's toes. Without outside forces, too, his hair trigger temper seems to have relaxed.
Ray, of course, doesn't believe he has changed a bit. "I don't know what you're talking about," Ray says, scrunching his face at me. "I'm exactly the same as I ever was. I still got it, Fraser. I can hit that target, I can sink that shot. I can kick your ass in hockey out on the pond and come inside and fuck you three ways to Tuesday."
His voice is playful, but completely defiant, and his accent is just as strong and distinct as it was the day he entered Canada.
"Perhaps you'd care to demonstrate," I say carefully.
Ray's teeth-baring grin is one of the most beautiful things I know; some things never change.
His body is leaner than it was, and tougher. The deep lines on his face look almost harsh in repose, but in context they merely add character to his extraordinarily expressive face. He wears his glasses more often now, as his eyesight has begun to decline, to the point of frustration. His hair is slightly thinner, and he wears it clipped closer to his head. He is less fastidious with his facial hair, which sometimes he fails to attend to for ages at a time. (Originally he began this as a ploy to annoy me; he continued to do so after discovering I quite liked it.)
His disposition is calmer than it was fifteen years ago. There are more quiet moments between us, unspoken communication. At the beginning of our relationship, barely a week might go by without yelling or quarrels or silent anger at each other; these days we've gone months without stepping on each other's toes. Without outside forces, too, his hair trigger temper seems to have relaxed.
Ray, of course, doesn't believe he has changed a bit. "I don't know what you're talking about," Ray says, scrunching his face at me. "I'm exactly the same as I ever was. I still got it, Fraser. I can hit that target, I can sink that shot. I can kick your ass in hockey out on the pond and come inside and fuck you three ways to Tuesday."
His voice is playful, but completely defiant, and his accent is just as strong and distinct as it was the day he entered Canada.
"Perhaps you'd care to demonstrate," I say carefully.
Ray's teeth-baring grin is one of the most beautiful things I know; some things never change.
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2/5/06 13:19 (UTC)I hope you got some sleep, but if this is what comes out of insomnia...it's lovely. *g*
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2/5/06 14:43 (UTC)Bliss. Just, bliss.
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2/5/06 16:43 (UTC)That was like leisurely afternoon sex on a cool, sunny day off.
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2/5/06 16:45 (UTC)SO MUCH LOVE. For them, and for you.
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5/5/06 01:30 (UTC)Mrf. \o/