stardiving | IC Inbox (Victory Road)

Yes, sir.

[Of course that's said in that flirty-mock tone of his as he languidly places his arms over Estinien's shoulders as instructed, pushing his front flush to Estinien's back. It's not the most...elegant of carries, but he can't truly complain, and maybe he'd appreciate the proximity a whole lot more if his groin hadn't been kicked so much.

Oh well...

It does give him a pretty close up look of Estinien's hair though, and as he lifts and carries him, he can't help but...scrutinize it. Tucking his head a little close to the other's ear, he speaks softly as to not alarm him, but it's also...kind of intimate seeming.]

Dragoon, you really ought to take better care of your hair. Do you not realize how many split ends you have? If you desire it, once we're done with the nonsense at the center, I could properly groom you.

[It's that or you get slung over his shoulders. This is less horrible for both of you. Though if he knew that thought about appreciation, he would probably drop you on your ass.

There's a bit of breath before he starts talking, and that's enough that Estinien doesn't flinch, but he does tense a little, and his eyes narrow. Not that Solus can see that.]

What does that matter? Tis not necessary.

[That's why he's not mentioning that stray thought, he knows better!]

Oh, you foolish man, it is entirely necessary. [He basically purrs it out, shifting a little to try to get more comfortable. The weight and pressure on his ribs is getting a little...hm, unbearable perhaps to a mortal, and idly he wonders if something got broken.]

You would feel utterly rejuvenated, I could make you feel like a new man.

[Smart man.]

For you, mayhap.

[He would shrug, but...well, you're kinda heavy, and weighing down his shoulders. He figures they're about halfway to the Pokemon Center. But they are attracting some stares--a grumpy ren faire reject carrying around a bloody guy wearing a dress is not something you see every day.

He's just. Not going to say anything to that, because it sounds lascivious and he is uncomfortable. Why are you like this.]

Did Ishgard never teach you the practicality of cleanliness? Truly, I thought somewhere as prestigious as the Holy See would know better.

[Wow he is not even being that flirty right now! Okay, maybe he is a little, but he's truly only meaning the benefits of getting properly cleaned up and tended to in a totally platonic way!

He doesn't seem to notice the stares, or at the very least he's fine with ignoring it. Maybe he like the attention, but his is solely on Estinien at the moment.]

Bathing, yes.

[Messing with hair? Look, it's a thing, but it's never been something he cared about. He ignores his hair until it gets in his way, then he hacks it off.]

Tis only hair. So long as it isn't in my way, that's all I care for it.

[Even that's debatable, Estinien. How often do you wash, hm???]

How about a deal then? [He tilts his head to the side as he gives him a sidelong glance.] Just this once, allow me to properly treat this mane of yours and whatever else needs tending to, and if you truly dislike it by the end, I will hold my tongue on the matter for the foreseeable future.

How does that sound?

[L o o k, just because he doesn't slather himself in perfumed oils and doesn't bother taking care of his hair doesn't mean he doesn't bathe and brush said hair out every once in a while. He bathes when he's dirty. ~~Despite all the memes about him being a trash goblin. Taking a shower when you're horrifically depressed is hard.~~]

Naught needs tending to, I am not a pack chocobo.

[Despite...you riding him like one at the moment...]

I fear you are incapable of holding your tongue.

[He would save a lot of time brushing his hair if he let Solus take care of the split ends!!!]

On the contrary, I see much and more that does. And furthering that contrarian's note, I can indeed hold my tongue, you merely have given me little reason to.

Come, are you afraid you might enjoy yourself? Afterwards, you will be on your travels, and you can let your hair and state of being degrade till your heart's content!

And hear you ache and moan if it's in a state after all you've done?

[...you really can't argue he's got you pinned there. He stops short of trying to impersonate your voice, though, because he's not quite that childish.]

I have seen the worst of it, my face is fair within its bowels. I will not complain should you come back to me and it being returned to such a condition.

[beat]

At least not overmuch.

[He would so find it amusing if he had, however. Hearing Estinien speak in a tone outside of the gruff monotone he seems fit to keep would be a treat!]

You needs must pardon me if I do not believe you.

[You're literally complaining about his hair while he's dragging you to get medical treatment after you got your shit kicked in. What are your priorities?]

Fine. So long as you don't get yourself nearly killed again. Next time I shall leave you to the consequences of your actions.

[He'd rather not get called to drag your ass to the Pokemon Center again.]

'Twould be foolish not to—I mean what I say and I say what I mean.

[But hey look at that! Seems to have worked just as planned! He knew if he was adamant enough, Estinien would give in.]

Ah, so you can indeed be reasoned with. Marvelous! But, do not worry, friend, I plan not to get myself into such a predicament. Besides, had I known he'd have reacted so aggressively over my uttering a single name...

[Yes, congratulations, you are more hard-headed than Estinien is. It's shocking, honestly, but he's been rather open to change recently. Moreso out of a 'well, I didn't expect to survive anything I did in the last few months so...' sort of mood, but...

He's not sure what impression he'd gotten of Steven, but he's not presuming that Solus didn't do something to invite the aggressive response. Mostly because...well, he's also punched you in the face fairly recently.

He just shakes his head slightly, and walks them through the door of the Pokemon Center.]

[He's quite proud of this fact, it works in his favor more than against, or so he thinks. Regardless, it has now, and that's something to be satisfied with! But hey, changes in your life plan usually does a fairly good job of making you open to change, so it's better to embrace it than fight against it! If only Solus were so willing...

And here they are at the center! Of course the sight of them inspires worry from not only the staff, but other patrons. They're quick to usher the two back into an exam room, to which Solus is both relieved and...irritated by. Less so because of the help being offered, but rather because it drives home his frailty in this horrid reality he's forced to live.

Seeing as Nurse Joy is busy with examining Solus for his injuries, they usher Estinien back to the waiting area. Perhaps it's presumptuous on the staff but they give him the paperwork to fill out for Solus with whatever it is he knows, encouraging him to not stress too much over it. The man brought him in, so clearly there must be some relation between them, whether by blood or burden. In this case, definitely the latter.

It all goes relatively smoothly, and for their trouble Solus learns he's got himself a cracked rib, a moderately severe hip flexor strain, both knees are fairly bruised and likewise strained, not to mention all the other impact injuries from the fall and the resulting ass kicking. They suggest treating him with their machines, heal him right up, but he settles on refusing such. Allowing this to heal in a more natural way.

Of course this decision is made out of Estinien's earshot, mainly because he wouldn't want the man to begrudge his decision. Little does he want to suffer such pain, but he's feeling a bit...experimental. Once it's all done, he's been given some compression braces for his knees, some pain medication to help with the...everything, and they're wheeling him out in a wheelchair to Estinien. At least he looks a bit better with the dried blood cleaned up.]

I certainly racked up the list of injuries it seems, but what luck they would be kind enough to lend me this mobility device—though I must admit I was growing ever fond of being carried. [He waves for Estinien to come over to push him.] Come, my apartment is not far from here.

[Estinien has left the form completely blank, basically just putting it on a side table the second the nurse turned their back. When Solus is wheeled back out, Estinien isn't sure whether to roll his eyes or just sigh, he settles for doing neither.

Looks like he's just going to have to push you now.

Even though the receptionist explained to him that they had the ability to completely heal you.

Why would you not choose that.

Whatever.

He just hauls himself out of the chair and goes over, since apparently we're doing this now. Iceheart walks along to the side, glancing up at Solus in the chair every so often as they walk out and into the street.]

[Look, he has his reasons. Which mainly goes into his more scholarly need for understanding things. Never has he truly been in such a position before, it's quite easy to avoid true injury when you are a god-like entity such as him, even in a mortal form. Yet here, he has no powers to rely upon, and while he could easily heal all the injuries, he gains little experience from it. And ever is he hurting for new experiences, new knowledge.

That, and he feels he might be able to use this to his advantage yet.

With them leaving the center, he eyes Iceheart as he notices her continual and intermittent glances, he smiles down at her.] Do you worry for me? Or would you rather like to rest your legs? If you so desire, you may settle in my lap.

[He glances back at Estinien, as if to give him a hint to slow down so the little creature could do so.]

[Well now you're literally hurting for it.

You're just going to use this to milk sympathy points, aren't you?

She pauses for a moment, looking at Solus, then looking at Estinien--who sighs and slows down a bit. With a little yip, she hops up into Solus's lap and sits for a moment, looking at him as if to make sure that he's in one piece. Then she curls up into a cold little ball of snowy fluff on his lap.]

For someone who thinks these creatures no more than constructs, you're certainly indulgent of them.

[Well, no pain no gain, right?

Perhaps he will, perhaps he won't. Who knows what Solus is scheming at any given time, but he is always scheming.

With Iceheart in his lap now, he gently pets over her head and back. Her cool temperature is honestly pretty soothing with all of his aggravated...everything. But with Estinien's comment, he shrugs his shoulders.]

Constructs have their charm, I have made my fair share of them. And while I have my thoughts about them, little does it mean I cannot enjoy their company.

[After all, he enjoys the company of mortals despite his spicy takes about them.]

[Sure, if that thought helps you. Though usually it means the pain inflicted by training is worth the gain of skill.

Estinien stops pushing for a moment.]

Where actually should we be going?

[Once Solus indicates a direction he'll keep moving that way.]

[Experience in and of itself is a merit, is it not?

The stop surprises Solus, but maybe it shouldn't. Look, he's been in a mass amount of pain, playing it off like a champ, and now they've put him on some strong pain meds and he's...a little out of it.]

Ah. Continue down this main road, just past the department store, a few blocks ahead on the right.

[Fortunately it's not too far off, so Estinien won't have to be a draught chocobo to too terribly long! And then he'll get properly groomed like a normal human being should be! As Estinien carts him and Iceheart along, the former is ever lavishing the latter with pets and rubs, little scratches behind her ears... Look, he wants to stay on her good side, this is all part of his scheme, not because he particularly likes her or anything.

Once at his building, he instructs Estinien to take the elevator to the fourth floor, apartment 42. Once inside, it's a humble, pre-furnished studio, far more modest than Solus would like, but he must do with what he can at the moment.]

Quaint, isn't it? [Quaint is a word for it, he guesses.] I believe I can take over from here. As for you, pray help yourself to the washroom, it will be much easier to tend to your mane should it be freshly washed.

[He thinks you're really overrating this whole being injured thing.

You're high as a dragoon mid high jump, is that what this is?

Estinien just nods and keeps moving, if Solus is going to be distracted by petting Iceheart he's not going to complain. Neither is she, because she's getting pets. ~~Gonna be a shame when she evolves and is too big to sit in laps.~~

The apartment is as nice as Estinien's ever had himself, so quaint maybe isn't the word he'd use, but...He puts his bag off to the side of the door, out of the way, and takes his bathing kit out of the side pocket. Sort of still internally shaking his head on agreeing to this, he leaves Iceheart to distract Solus with being generally fluffy and cute and goes to the washroom.

He comes back after about 20 minutes, without his shirt on (showing fully all his scars, including the twisted and burned skin on his shoulder and forearm where the Eyes had been fused to his flesh), hair damp and wrapped in a towel.]

Edited 2020-05-28 05:46 (UTC)

[He is extremely high right now, and feeling oh so good. Much better than the pain he's been in the last...couple hours. Not that the pain isn't there still, but it's more on the fringes of his existence, instead of being front and center.

Despite his highness, and how much Iceheart is a very soft and adorable distraction ~~even when she evolves she's welcome to try to get into his lap still~~, he does indeed get his scissors and comb...granted he did bump that wheelchair into some furniture in his endeavor, but it's fine. It's totally cool, nothing broke, and he's no worse off for it. When Estinien emerges from the washroom, Solus turns to look at him and...just stares a little owlishly.

It's pretty obvious to anyone with a brain that he's absolutely and unapologetically checking him out—who could blame him? Sure, he's seen a million mortals before, and while he's hardly one to be utterly blinded by one's beauty, he can still admire it. Maybe especially so when he feels like he's on another plane of existence. However, his scrutinizing eye takes in more than the beautiful sculpt of his pecs and his abs, but also those scars.

There are so, so many, and the twisted and burned patches in particular grab his notice. He had been possessed by Nidhogg, and he knew well there was a necessary aetherial component needed for such possession to happen. For Ascians...dark crystals, for dragons—well, their eyes were indeed the wellspring of their vitality, so it would only stand to reason... Regardless, the mix of emotion he feels at seeing Estinien's marred, yet chiseled form is...perplexing. He's reminded of the state the other man was in back in the Ruins of Alph, when he had wrangled that Yamask off of him, the panic at being possessed again, the pity he felt for him...

He doesn't realize he's just...staring at Estinien for a little longer than intended. In fact, he still is, as his hand just stays still upon Iceheart's back, his hazed mind flipping through different thoughts and feelings like an emotional rolodex.]

Edited 2020-05-28 08:14 (UTC)

[Well congratulations, you found an unexpected bonus of being mortal--easy to get high as a kite.

Estinien had simply not wanted to get his tunic damp because his hair takes forever to dry, but now he's feeling uncomfortable and extremely exposed since Solus is staring at him like a museum specimen behind glass.]

...perhaps tis better if you sleep it off.

[Because if you're gonna stare at him like that he kinda wants to jump off your balcony and that might not be a great idea from the 4th floor in their current state.]

[It seems like there is indeed a boon to being mortal after all!

Estinien's words snap him from his gawking state, and he shakes his head with a dismissing wave of his hand.]

...My apologies, I know not where my mind had gone, but rest assured I am quite capable of upholding my promise. Come, take a seat.

[He gestures to one of the dining chairs at the little table.]

Pray do so in the middle of the room here, much less of a task to clean up afterwards.

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