[Best day of your life: Getting transported to the Torture Dimension for eternity, but you got to kiss your crush of several years while he lays on you without a shirt. They'll be making up "would you rather" scenarios based on this for years to come.
But now they both know that they're into each other (one of them made it far less obvious than the other, but that's just how he is), and now it's over for both of them. Thorns is lying over Elysium with a hand tangling in his feathers, noting how very fluffed out they are and making the connection that he's been Fluffy for a While now. Since he's no longer balanced off to one precarious side, it means his full weight is balanced on Elysium, their legs locked together a bit awkwardly now.
Thorns is still a bit of an awkward kisser. The lip movements, he figures out after a second or... sixty of them, shut up — but there's no practice to it. No finesse. At least this time it's less wet?]
[It's awkward, but that's okay. Elysium isn't at all going to complain about a little sloppy kissing when they're kissing at all. In fact, he's happy to let Thorns explore and get a feel for it, though he will do his best to guide him where he can. Tilt his head a little there, press their lips together just so...
He doesn't want to push him too far too quickly, but it's already such a wet kiss that Elysium doesn't feel too bad about the way his tongue briefly flickers out for a taste of Thorns' lips. He groans softly under his breath the moment he does it, because it's truly like he can't get enough of this man. He's had his first taste, metaphorical and literal, and now he just wants everything all at once.
And his hands...they wander, starting to move down his back, feeling up the muscles in his shoulders and back and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-]
[Haha, oh dear. Sesa may be stupid, but he isn't stupid. Just by the way Thorns talks, he can tell he needs to be careful navigating this conversation...]
I understand. We've had this conversation here before, as a matter of fact. I assume you're aware of the Inquisition fire in the Inn?
[It's not an accusation, just a question of fact.]
Miss Irene was here, at one point. The seaborn population didn't become a thing until after she left us, but...they've been here for some months now.
[OH Peepaw...Sparkling softens the moment he steps over and kisses his forehead- he is FRIGID by the way, like his skin is as hard as it is cold, being undead does that to you- but it's as Pure Vanilla surmised. Sparkling can't really feel it so much...but it does make him stiff and a little sore, as the way he sort of winces as he moves to sit indicates.]
Ah, no...I'm perfectly fine now that I'm in here. You have it nice and warm!
[And yet, somehow, little puffs of steam leave Sparkling's lips when he exhales regardless.]
[Sparkling is readjusting his supplies while Clive sips the drink, his expression softening as he sets a few more out in easy reach for people who might need them.]
You could call them potions, if you want. But not quite exactly. I can assure you they taste much better than any medicine you've ever had.
[They're faintly fruity, like a juice almost, but it doesn't taste that same sort of acrid way most medication does. It's simply Good.]
But no...I'm afraid I'm not strong enough of a healer for that. They can mitigate symptoms, depending on the kind of illness you're talking about, but they're not a cure-all.
[ The fact they heal and taste good on top of it will surely delight Joshua. Not a cure all - what is - but it's something to look in to.
So he will. ]
Coughing, fatigue, weakness if it gets worse enough. Blood, if the coughing is strong enough. I don't know if it's in the lungs or throat irritation. We have never found a cure. We truly never discovered a reason, either. Mitigation is all we can do.
[ To be fair, the world they live in isn't exactly advanced enough, he supposes. Nothing like the Fallen. If it wasn't for the Phoenix, he's sure his brother would never have made it, as oft is the case with weaker children. ]
[ HM, Peepaw doesn't like that one bit. He gestures - most pointedly - to Sparklings gifts of hot chocolate in a very much "You WILL drink one yourself, young man" manner. Then fetches the rice bags to pack them around Sparkling, fit them behind his back against the sofa and his wings, and along his sides, etc. ]
Hm, you will be perfectly fine in a moment.
[ A little tease to show he's not upset. Overly much. Only when Sparkling is well and thoroughly ensconced in the couch does Pure Vanilla sit beside him and take the tray from him to set it down. Then take a hand to rub it briskly to help warm it, tail wiggling. ]
[Yes babe, cuddling. You're very proficient at that, it's all you know. Anyway, Ain is curling up against Wolfwood, head tucked under his chin... a bit awkward now because of his horns, so he has to position a certain way unless he wants to clonk Wolfwood in the jaw.
Okay, good. Now his wings are squashed back against Wolfwood and the couch. It's kind of like scrunching up like 70 glowsticks into one little cube, but Ain isn't bothered by it. The wings are very flexible.]
Am I warm enough? [...sneezes.] Do you have blankets?
[Ain's tail is wagging-wagging now. Aww!! How cute!! Are you guys going to get married— also he knows what an Aegir is he talks to Mizuki!!!]
Ooh! You should tell him that~. I'll help you look for him so you can.
[Ain doesn't say the obvious "sometimes people don't show up with you" because... well, that would bring the mood down, and he has a feeling Elysium already knows that. He hopes that everyone else can find their people that they miss in some capacity.
Anyway, half of what Ain gets from that description is "very hot fish" so he will keep his eyes peeled for a very hot fish. Unfortunately to Ain, everyone is hot, so.]
How long have you had feelings for him? [haha lol]
[Just wait until you hear how he talks about Wolfwood—]
...yeah. You'll have to tell me about yourself. My Mr. Guardian has much longer hair, but your voices, cadence, and the Water El from your Guardian Stone are all the same. Yours seems a bit stronger... haha, but that's arbitrary.
[Clive will receive a nice, hot mug of black tea. Highly caffeinated, in fact, because Gnosis and sleep are not friends. Probably because he drinks shit like this all the time. Anyyyyway...]
No, never simple. ...don't take this the wrong way, and I'm hardly accusing you of anything, but may I inquire as to why you look baffled when you look at me? I don't have something on my face, do I?
It's your church, dude, you make the rules. I don't care if you smoke.
[He'll even light it for Wolfwood with a flame at the tip of his finger, after he fishes his own out and lights it of course. See? Helping.
...and being briefly shocked that he managed that flickering little candlelight, but doing that much makes the flame on his sword go out, so there's the tradeoff. How annoying, he'll just awkwardly re-light that afterwards.]
Yeah, pretty much. But if you didn't go to that place called "The Garden", then I dunno. All I know is we can't actually escape — but it must've been nice to get a taste.
[Or maybe it sucked, he doesn't know Danny's home life.]
I'm told you get used to the constant cycle of life and death. That shit pisses me off more than anything, though. Reincarnation, or reviving after your heart stops... fuck, just let me fucking die. When the lights go out, they're out.
[ Mizuki is… well, not all THAT surprised that someone else from Terra is here and is trying to get to the Seaborn, but he isn’t all that concerned. Sinann promised their protection so he imagines they’ll splash water in Thorns’ face or something if he does get through the ice, surely. He finds his way over to the banks of the river and just watches his fruitless attempts a couple of times before he speaks.
Obviously, the most important question is: ] What are you wearing?
[ Hope Thorns is fine with Mizuki voice in his brain!!! ]
[He's just going to quickly swap his coffee to his metal hand (and realise his fingers are frozen) (cool) before Mizuki goes and gives himself frostburn. He knows better than to Stop his touchiness at this point. They've been on enough missions together.
Although, he does stop to look back at the river, briefly wincing as he feels further Seaborn trying to reach into his head. Staaaaahhhhp.]
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