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swordfucker) wrote2018-03-10 06:49 pm
swordfucker) wrote2018-03-10 06:49 pm
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Guren Ichinose | Red | #A5211F
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Guren Ichinose | Red | #A5211F
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[It was disgusting, like a rain forest, and it still feels like the air is too thick, but the temperature has definitely dropped. He appreciates the lack of a comment, and he moves quickly to go find those blankets and lay them out nicely...
He's very focused on it, actually! It's a relaxing thing to do, and even if he'll deny it, he's looking forward to another relaxing night's sleep. Or, he hopes it will be.]
How's that? [Good? Good? He turns, though, to look at him.] What do you feel like doing now?
[They could find something to do... Or they could just warm up under the blankets.]
He's very focused on it, actually! It's a relaxing thing to do, and even if he'll deny it, he's looking forward to another relaxing night's sleep. Or, he hopes it will be.]
How's that? [Good? Good? He turns, though, to look at him.] What do you feel like doing now?
[They could find something to do... Or they could just warm up under the blankets.]
[...Of course, he sees Yata first, in the kitchen, and after worry and heading upstairs to his laptop, he sees his message. Then, he goes to find Fushimi, who might have stepped away from Yata's statue for a second, but Guren is definitely finding him now.]
Hey.
Hey.
Don't "what" me. I know you're upset.
[Just talk to him, punk!!]
[Just talk to him, punk!!]
[ dextera nods, when guren asks about his handiwork. it is good! ]
Sleep.
[ he signs it with some sheepishness, like he knows it’s a little early—but he wants to be under the blankets, with guren, however they configure themselves next to each other. again, he doesn’t even question that he’s going to be under the blankets next to him. of course he will be.
cuddling doesn’t seem like a bad idea, when he’s damp and chilly. ]
Sleep.
[ he signs it with some sheepishness, like he knows it’s a little early—but he wants to be under the blankets, with guren, however they configure themselves next to each other. again, he doesn’t even question that he’s going to be under the blankets next to him. of course he will be.
cuddling doesn’t seem like a bad idea, when he’s damp and chilly. ]
[Good answer... Because that's exactly what he wants to do. Stay under covers, warm up and dry off, pretend that it wasn't his idea at all and so he doesn't care. Great! Guren's shoes are already back at the front door, his jacket is hanging somewhere to dry, and so all he has to do is remove his katana from his waist and lean it up against a part of the wall somewhere in the corner.
Then, he's settling down first, leaving the cover blankets down until Dextera has come over to crawl next to him. No chicken... No chicken!!]
Come on, then. I don't want you to catch a cold, so wrap yourself in these as much as you can.
Then, he's settling down first, leaving the cover blankets down until Dextera has come over to crawl next to him. No chicken... No chicken!!]
Come on, then. I don't want you to catch a cold, so wrap yourself in these as much as you can.
[ dextera thinks leliel might still be mad at guren for throwing him onto the blanket pile earlier, but when he looks over, it’s just that she fell asleep when he ushered her back to her next earlier. if she wants, she’ll join them in the middle of the night.
he slides himself under the blankets, close to guren because body heat feels nicer than the thick humidity that’s been hanging over them all day. the rain, though, has cooled the atmosphere considerably. ]
...
[ with no chicken, dextera rests his cheek on guren’s shoulder. so they’re close enough for him to comfortably sign, obviously. ]
he slides himself under the blankets, close to guren because body heat feels nicer than the thick humidity that’s been hanging over them all day. the rain, though, has cooled the atmosphere considerably. ]
...
[ with no chicken, dextera rests his cheek on guren’s shoulder. so they’re close enough for him to comfortably sign, obviously. ]
[N...no... how can he sleep like this? But also, it's completely fine. He waits a moment before pulling the covers over them with one arm, stealing a glance at Dextera.]
My shoulder isn't still too damp there, is it? [It's thin, so it's probably fine there by now, but he also doesn't want Dextera to be too cold overnight! It's also an excuse to say something instead of melting into a silence that he can't handle when he craves warmth.]
My shoulder isn't still too damp there, is it? [It's thin, so it's probably fine there by now, but he also doesn't want Dextera to be too cold overnight! It's also an excuse to say something instead of melting into a silence that he can't handle when he craves warmth.]
[ the nice thing about all this is that guren is aware enough of his surroundings to be able to feel the things that dextera decides to sign against him. he slowly answers on guren’s chest, since it’s more comfortable. ]
OK.
[ he feels like he should say more than that, though, so he does. ]
Heavy?
OK.
[ he feels like he should say more than that, though, so he does. ]
Heavy?
[ Hmm, that sure is a hand writing on his chest, yes. It’s nice, it’s close, and he tries not to think on it too much. ]
Not at all. [ His arm moves around Dextera a little, so it’s not bunches between them, and that encourages the closeness even more. ] Or did you forget that I lifted you like you weighed nothing?
[ That is an entirely separate issue, but he wants to go back to that light feeling. ]
Not at all. [ His arm moves around Dextera a little, so it’s not bunches between them, and that encourages the closeness even more. ] Or did you forget that I lifted you like you weighed nothing?
[ That is an entirely separate issue, but he wants to go back to that light feeling. ]
[ dextera laughs softly, his ears burning at the memory of it for a reason he doesn’t really understand. it wasn’t so embarrassing when he did it, but that moment afterwards... he feels like he’s still reeling from it. ]
Don’t tease me.
[ some of his sense of humor... it’s like he never sent guren that stilted letter earlier today. this is better. this is so much better. ]
Don’t tease me.
[ some of his sense of humor... it’s like he never sent guren that stilted letter earlier today. this is better. this is so much better. ]
You can’t take it?
[ Guren is right back in that moment as well, chest filled and warm, eyes lit up even when he can’t look directly in Dextera’s eyes from this angle. Mahiru had bothered him, but now she was gone, and there was only the feeling under his skin to deal with. Much easier. ]
Too bad. That’s what you get. Unless you wanna do something about it?
[ Guren is right back in that moment as well, chest filled and warm, eyes lit up even when he can’t look directly in Dextera’s eyes from this angle. Mahiru had bothered him, but now she was gone, and there was only the feeling under his skin to deal with. Much easier. ]
Too bad. That’s what you get. Unless you wanna do something about it?
[ why is guren challenging him! they're supposed to be comfortable and getting warm and falling asleep soon, and guren sounds like he wants to wrestle. he huffs, but it could be a laugh, too—like he's trying to be angry and can't quite get there. guren has the upper hand. ]
No!
[ the exclamation point comes from the slightly forceful way he writes it out, and the sound of his fingers hitting guren's chest. ]
Resting!
No!
[ the exclamation point comes from the slightly forceful way he writes it out, and the sound of his fingers hitting guren's chest. ]
Resting!
...Resting.
[ It would be easy for him to change everything right now, but they’ve just gotten this back. This friendship might be fragile, and he doesn’t want to risk it in any way. He can’t. He runs his hand down Dextera’s arm from his shoulder just a little, and glances away. Stop it. He has to keep telling himself. ]
Alright, alright. Resting.
[ It would be easy for him to change everything right now, but they’ve just gotten this back. This friendship might be fragile, and he doesn’t want to risk it in any way. He can’t. He runs his hand down Dextera’s arm from his shoulder just a little, and glances away. Stop it. He has to keep telling himself. ]
Alright, alright. Resting.
[ dextera feels, somehow, more defensive than he usually is. not because of guren, it's not that he's putting distance between them, but rather—there's something in the air that he can't name, can't grasp, and it worries him not to be able to pinpoint it. they did just get this back, and he's happy.
so he's willing to think of it as the relief of a friendship restored, even if that doesn't seem quite right. ]
...
[ dextera calms down after that, letting himself settle against guren in silence. for a moment, there's nothing but the sound of the rain and their own breathing. ]
so he's willing to think of it as the relief of a friendship restored, even if that doesn't seem quite right. ]
...
[ dextera calms down after that, letting himself settle against guren in silence. for a moment, there's nothing but the sound of the rain and their own breathing. ]
[ It’s relaxing and comfortable, but Guren feels like it might take a long while to fall asleep. His heartbeat is finally controlled, but he’s paying too much attention to it between the other soft sounds, and closing his eyes just makes him feel it more. Dextera is here, so close.
But when he does start to drift off, it’s very comfortably. He rarely gets to sleep through the night entirely, so each time he dozes off with Dextera is a chance to fix that. He’s in and out, his snores soft and breaking when he stirs again, but eventually he’ll fall asleep just like this.
It does feel warmer. ]
But when he does start to drift off, it’s very comfortably. He rarely gets to sleep through the night entirely, so each time he dozes off with Dextera is a chance to fix that. He’s in and out, his snores soft and breaking when he stirs again, but eventually he’ll fall asleep just like this.
It does feel warmer. ]
[ dextera isn't so quick to fall asleep either, but he makes a good show at pretending, closing his eyes and keeping his breath even—and he enjoys himself, listening to guren drift and doze, and eventually, he can hear guren stay asleep. it means everything to him, after that tension. knowing that guren has probably been pushing himself, too, focusing too hard on his work as he always seems to do. ]
...
[ inevitably, dextera is going to drool on guren's shoulder, but guren is the one who asked for it by making himself such a good pillow. ]
...
[ inevitably, dextera is going to drool on guren's shoulder, but guren is the one who asked for it by making himself such a good pillow. ]
[Drool is fine, even if he'll definitely call him out on it. For now, it's the morning, and Guren wakes up to a view of the ceiling, and the warmth of Dextera still cuddled up next to him. He doesn't even stop to check if Leliel has snuck in somewhere, busy trying to shift just enough to steal a glance of Dextera while trying not to wake him.
They could just stay here like this for a while. It wouldn't hurt. The only motion he does take is to move the hand that's around Dextera slowly, and brush some of his hair out of his face.]
They could just stay here like this for a while. It wouldn't hurt. The only motion he does take is to move the hand that's around Dextera slowly, and brush some of his hair out of his face.]
[ the rain stopped overnight, at some point, but it was enough to lull dextera into a good sleep. after everything that’s been happening, what else could he ask for? he has no remarkable dreams, and he hardly even moves when guren shifts and touches his hair.
dextera’s fingers twitch, but otherwise, he still seems out like a light. usually, he’s good at waking up and setting to the day, but something about the circumstances here have him practically unconscious.
leliel did pick her way over to them, but she’s on the other side of dextera, warm against his back. ]
dextera’s fingers twitch, but otherwise, he still seems out like a light. usually, he’s good at waking up and setting to the day, but something about the circumstances here have him practically unconscious.
leliel did pick her way over to them, but she’s on the other side of dextera, warm against his back. ]
[He's stuck in this moment. It's so peaceful. Dextera is using him as a pillow, that stupid drool spot on his shoulder is only endearing, and he doesn't want to wake him up at all. He should enjoy a moment like this, away from his home, away from that guilt that Guren isn't even sure he should be feeling.
His fingers still where he'd moved the hair aside,and he keeps his own breathing steady. Slow. It's so warm... and Guren doesn't think he'll ever be able to get across how much he cares. He's not sure he can even admit it to himself.
It's in the middle of thinking like that that he moves automatically. Just a small shift, turning and ducking his head just enough that his lips press over Dextera's hair, a soft kiss to the top of his head. It's nice, but the action alone twists and knots something in Guren's stomach that he doesn't think he can fix or even address. It's worried, it's sad, but it's longing, too. He's weak in so many ways. He knows this.
If Dextera wakes up, he's already prepared to shift even more and pretend like he was waking up himself and just happened to brush there. But if he doesn't, then he's going to stay like this until he does.]
His fingers still where he'd moved the hair aside,and he keeps his own breathing steady. Slow. It's so warm... and Guren doesn't think he'll ever be able to get across how much he cares. He's not sure he can even admit it to himself.
It's in the middle of thinking like that that he moves automatically. Just a small shift, turning and ducking his head just enough that his lips press over Dextera's hair, a soft kiss to the top of his head. It's nice, but the action alone twists and knots something in Guren's stomach that he doesn't think he can fix or even address. It's worried, it's sad, but it's longing, too. He's weak in so many ways. He knows this.
If Dextera wakes up, he's already prepared to shift even more and pretend like he was waking up himself and just happened to brush there. But if he doesn't, then he's going to stay like this until he does.]
...?
[ it’s such an unfamiliar feeling that it does wake him up, his breath catching slightly in his throat as he’s so gently roused from sleep that he could probably go right back to it if guren didn’t say anything. they’re close. that’s all dextera thinks, right now, and he’s not questioning why or if they were this close to begin with.
he sighs, a conscious sound, but he doesn’t seem ready to move yet.
there are things he needs to do, business he needs to take care of—but right now, he’s still sleepy. guren is right here, and that much is all that matters to him when his eyes are still closed. he doesn’t realize much of anything else. ]
[ it’s such an unfamiliar feeling that it does wake him up, his breath catching slightly in his throat as he’s so gently roused from sleep that he could probably go right back to it if guren didn’t say anything. they’re close. that’s all dextera thinks, right now, and he’s not questioning why or if they were this close to begin with.
he sighs, a conscious sound, but he doesn’t seem ready to move yet.
there are things he needs to do, business he needs to take care of—but right now, he’s still sleepy. guren is right here, and that much is all that matters to him when his eyes are still closed. he doesn’t realize much of anything else. ]
[Ah—
Dextera is awake, he thinks? But he's still, he's not moving or opening his eyes, and Guren moves his face casually back as if he was just stretching or moving. Nothing is said, and so he says nothing himself. If anything, if he's questioned, he'll claim Dextera was still dreaming.
Which is a little mean... So hopefully he doesn't have to say a thing.
Minutes pass, at least, and he lets himself move a little more, legs stretching, moving the blankets a bit with them, and a hand covering his mouth to stifle a yawn.]
You awake?
Dextera is awake, he thinks? But he's still, he's not moving or opening his eyes, and Guren moves his face casually back as if he was just stretching or moving. Nothing is said, and so he says nothing himself. If anything, if he's questioned, he'll claim Dextera was still dreaming.
Which is a little mean... So hopefully he doesn't have to say a thing.
Minutes pass, at least, and he lets himself move a little more, legs stretching, moving the blankets a bit with them, and a hand covering his mouth to stifle a yawn.]
You awake?
[It's actually like...a day or two after the actual reward's obtained before Minato even really feels up to messaging Guren, after even his Salvation spell didn't quite get rid of the need to throw up everything he'd eaten and then some, and left him curled up in a ball on the floor. But that purple potion keeps taunting him, sitting so innocently on the floor, and he's never felt so intensely ready to get rid of something.
So.
Guren's the guy who probably knows best what to do with something like this, right?]
Ichinose-san, I ended up with something kind of dangerous, and I'd rather not keep it. Can you do anything with poison?
[And/or would you just...be willing to take it...please...]
So.
Guren's the guy who probably knows best what to do with something like this, right?]
Ichinose-san, I ended up with something kind of dangerous, and I'd rather not keep it. Can you do anything with poison?
[And/or would you just...be willing to take it...please...]
[File this under "most worrying messages to receive from a son.]
I can. Where did you get poison? What happened?
I can. Where did you get poison? What happened?
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