stardiving | IC Inbox (Victory Road)

[It's softer and more kind than a lot of other shit that's hit him in life. Literal and metaphorical.

Look, he thinks even nasty feral men like Estinien should enjoy such luxury once in a while! Maybe Estinien a bit more than that, but he gets it. He's a fucking animal in a person suit.]

How touching that you would wish that my end would be one with dignity.

[As he talks, he works his bolero off, cringing slightly at the movement necessary for it. Not that it slows him down any. He's not about to sleep in so many layers.]

In the closet, there's a spare blanket, perhaps a pillow too.

[Even after all that traumatic bonding? And here people think ascians are heartless!]

Edited 2020-05-31 03:25 (UTC)

[Yeah well you're letting a nasty feral man crash on your couch after giving him 3/4ths of a haircut while stoned out of your gourd, what does that say about you.

He nods and goes over to the closet--there is indeed both a blanket and pillow, look at you being all prepared for guests, assuming that you either like someone enough or someone else likes you enough to have a sleepover. So optimistic.

He drops the bedding on the couch and sits to take off his boots and gloves--but his vest was already off, so that's all the stripping down he's doing.

He can already tell there's a bit of a logistical problem here, with the arms of the couch the actual space for sitting--or in this instance sleeping--is about a fulm shorter than he is tall. Not that he's going to let this stop him, but...

He lays down on his back first, which is instantly dismissed as an option as most of his legs are hanging off the end of said couch, then turns over onto his side and curls up under the blanket as well as he can.]

[While Estinien is trying to figure out how to sleep on a couch made for LITTLE PEOPLE, Solus sets to work getting out of his way too many layers. He's less concerned about not showing skin than Estinien is, but it's not like he's aiming to get naked here. Shirtless, but he stays in his tights to not spook Estinien too much. Though, this just means the nasty bruising is completely visible, something he's not...particularly fond of, but it is what it is.

If he wasn't injured, he might not have let his clothes more or less pile on the floor, but fuck it. He's hurt, high, and actually pretty exhausted. So, as he's settling into bed properly, he cannot help but notice how Estinien looks...pretty uncomfortable. For a long moment he contemplates reminding him of the alternative, that they can indeed share the bed, before settling on a decision.]

...Dragoon, truly you cannot sleep comfortably like that. There is still half of my bed available if you so desire it. Iceheart may join you as well, if that would give you any measure of comfort.

[You know, in case you're worried about any wandering hands or anything like that.]

Edited 2020-05-31 07:16 (UTC)

[Well, it's definitely not made for your average Ishgardian. He's. Perfectly fine, honest, sure his legs are going to fall off if he moves weird and the little huff of breath he lets out as Iceheart decides the only place possible to sleep with her trainer is on top of him and therefore jumps up isn't winded at all...

Fury's sake.

He weighs the merits of simply ignoring him and going to sleep--this isn't the most uncomfortable place he's ever laid his head, probably not even in the top ten. But then Solus will just moan until he acquiesces and then neither of them will sleep.

It's about three minutes before he sighs and slowly sits up, giving Iceheart time to move off him, and takes the pillow and blanket and goes over to settle on the other side of the bed.

He gives up.]

[Look at that! He didn't even have to say anything further, and Estinien has come over like a dog called by his master. How marvelous.

He even makes a show of scooting a bit more over to give him plenty of room, too! See, he can play nice and not make you regret your decisions! Probably. And hey, the bed definitely can accommodate the two of them far more easily than that couch could Estinien. It's certainly comfortable, way better than the damn floor...]

I knew you'd see to reason. Worry not, I shall keep my back to you, pretend I am not even here.

[And just so, he tenderly settles himself onto his side, his back to Estinien. Not that he'll...stay that way necessarily. Look, the guy's lonely and it's been an emotional day, and he's high...and exhausted. So, if Estinien finds Solus spooning against him later in the night, that's totally not his fault. Maybe Estinien shouldn't be so warm and cozy!!]

[He will bite you and it won't be in a fun way.

He regrets all his decisions that led him up to this point starting with answering your phone call. But he's had to walk a lot today, hauling you around like a sack of popotoes. He's tired, the sooner morning comes the sooner he can leave, so he's just going to fall asleep.

He tends to sleep on his back, so at some point in the night he's moved to that position, hair going everywhere on the pillow. Iceheart has stretched out over his legs, and he's actually rather comfortable and deeply asleep.]

[Oh hush, it's not so bad!

He's getting to sleep in a nice cozy bed, got a free haircut, and has an ascian cozying up to him. His arm snaking its way around his middle as his head rests on Estinien's shoulder...which just puts him in the hair blast zone. Not that he minds, he can't mind much when he's basically comatose from everything that's transpired in the day. That aside, he likely hasn't slept for nearly twenty-four hours. He's out.

At some point, he's shifted and his hand finds itself resting on Estinien's chest, but that same shifting might be why he's got some of his hair in his mouth. Again, this doesn't even bother him, he's too goddamn dead to the world, and far, far too comfortable. Having a warm body in your bed besides your own does wonders for rest. But so too does being drugged.

By the time morning comes around, Solus is still pressed flush against him, curled up close and snug, and showing little to no signs of stirring, even as the morning light begins to peek through his window. Fortunately, his back is to the window, so that can't disturb him, even if it wouldn't anyway with how dead to the world he is.]

[Estinien, on the other hand, wakes early--the moment the sun hits his face, his eyes are opening. The weight and pressure he thought might have been Iceheart while half asleep...isn't, and it makes him simultaneously wide awake and somewhat tense.

Fury's sake, yeah, he should have seen this coming.

Luckily he's not pinned down, at least not when Iceheart gets off him, so he can...maybe slide off to the side and out of the bed, and maybe no one will be the wiser but him, that would be nice.]

[Except the problem is, Solus is a clinger. And so when Estinien moves, there's a pinch to his brow as his expression twists to something almost sulky, before his grip tightens. That hand on his chest? Totally grabbing his titty for security now, but at least it doesn't seem to be purposeful, since Solus shows no signs of waking or being awake. He might have even hooked his leg with one of Estinien's for good measure.

Which...makes the endeavor of slipping away that much more difficult. Especially if he wants Solus to remain unaware of their impromptu cuddle sesh.

SORRY ESTINIEN.]

Edited 2020-05-31 17:25 (UTC)

[Aaaaaaaaaaaaa--

Well, nothing for it--he's definitely not staying in this position feeling trapped and anxious until you decide to come out of your sleep deprived coma.

He wrenches himself out of your Halone-forsaken octopus grip and if you don't let go, there may be an elbow thrown. Then he gets out of bed and stalks off to the washroom.]

[Estinien does indeed get himself free, though he also wakes Solus in the process. Bleary eyed, he blinks himself awake as he feels that warmth and comfort ripped away from him—but the jolt of pain is what truly slaps him with reality. He doesn't complain nor fuss about it, he barely even catches the sight of Estinien's back as he makes his way to the washroom.

Pressing himself up into a seated position, it takes him but a moment to realize what was happening just before he awoke. They were...were they? Indeed, they were. At least that gives him a small burst of amusement in the wake of his renewed pain.

However, he makes no move to get up, not trusting his legs, nor his strength in general at the moment. So by the time Estinien's done with his morning business in the washroom, Solus is still sitting in bed, slumped over his lap, rubbing at his eyes.

Without looking up, he greets Estinien:]

I trust that you rested well?

[He didn't hit you that hard, honestly. It was a warning elbow. That might have been in a cracked rib. Oops.

And you were, he was just peacefully sleeping on his back like a normal person.

He's washed his face, put his vest back on and gathered the small pouches and belts he'd left in there last night, and comes back out with them in his hands.]

...well enough.

[That's right, NOTHING. HAPPENED.]

I do find close company while resting does well to rejuvenate both body and soul.

[He offers coyly, finally looking up at Estinien as he lowers his hand.]

I had not taken you for a cuddler, dragoon. But I cannot say I am disappointed by such a discovery.

[He looks alarmed for a moment before his eyes narrow. But literally anything he could say here he would twist, because Solus is a twisty bastard and he regrets ever speaking to him every moment he's here.]

Tis not I that became a squid in the night.

[Those have sticky tentacles, right? He saw them in Hingashi. No, he does not mean you're his favorite snack.]

[He could be his favorite snack, if he'd just give him a try...]

Oh? You will just have to forgive me then. Not that one could blame me--you are quite warm and ever so comfortable.

[He shrugs with a smile.]

And after yesterday, I suppose a little physical affection was in order. I'm very certain it wasn't so bad for you, though I know you are awful shy. But, I've found even the most prickly of sorts oft need some measure of affection.

[NO!

He just shakes his head--now that his hair is dry and a little shorter, it's getting actually...fluffy. Hm.

Also, what could he possibly say to not be awkward in this situation?]

I am not shy, I merely do not like to be coddled.

[That...probably wasn't it.]

If I should leave today, will you be able to refrain from getting yourself injured again?

[LIVE A LITTLE, ESTINIEN.

...But Solus can't help but find the fluff to his hair endearing. Perhaps that's why he keeps it long.]

But you don't mind to be cuddled, is that it? I can do so without coddling, you know.

[But to Estinien's question, he shrugs.]

I suppose that has yet to be seen, eh? Regardless, ere you go, I really should finish your fringe.

[WHAT ABOUT NO DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND.

Despite yourself you seem to find a lot of things about him endearing...]

They are the same thing.

[Well, maybe not, but semantics.

He shakes his head.]

Fine.

[You miss every shot you don't take!!

Look. Shut up.]

Oh, then you are more partial to doing it yourself? I will bear this in mind next time. If you desire to spoon me, know I will not stop you.

[Solus, fucking...stop you asshole. But hey Estinien agreed! So Solus gestures at the chair he had sat in before, as he gingerly gets himself into his wheelchair, not bothering to get more clothed than his tights, after all he's going to shower after this.]

Rest assured, it will not take long, and then you will be free to go on your little adventure.

Edited 2020-06-01 21:47 (UTC)

[He is gonna smack you upside the head with his stick.

Estinien sighs and just goes over to the chair--he's keeping his shirt on though, we're not gonna have a repeat of yesterday.

Nope.]

And you will be free to languish here, accordingly.

I will not languish for long.

[He offers as he gets himself settled in his chair, and scoots his way over, taking up the comb and scissors he had left on the table. Glancing at Estinien's bangs, he squints a moment, before making his way to the sink to get a small glass of water. Returning, he places the glass on the table, dipping the comb in to wet it, before he sets to tame his wild bangs.]

Hmm... There is a charm to your fringe, though it needs not be in your eyes, so...

[Sorry buddy, but Solus is scrutinizing your face and hair a little intensely here, before taking the scissors into his hands. Such trust, allowing him to have those blades right by his face!]

[The intensity of the stare is what gets him, really--again he starts to feel uncomfortable before he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes against it.

(He's had dragon's fire in his face before, a pair of scissors is hardly the most threat he's ever experienced. But he's still not doing this again.)]

...shall you never cease talking?

[We'll see about whether or not they do this again. Solus has his ways.]

Shall you ever truly start?

[He quips back as he sets to work, trimming it so that the bangs are just above the eyebrow, but not too short. Certainly won't get into his eyes now. Bringing a hand up to Estinien's hairline, he tucks some of that hair to the side, creating an off center part as he plays with the look of it.

As he speaks, he sounds a little wistful.]

You could do much and more with this hair of yours, if you had the care to, you know.

Should I have a need to, mayhap.

[It hasn't come up so far. Also, he had like, a long conversation with you yesterday. Said a lot of words. Used up his words for the week, in fact!]

And I do not.

[Have the care to, that is.]

Mm, perhaps you need to lower your lofty standards for such.

[He does appreciate the long talk, don't misunderstand. That's actually why he'd like to chat with Estinien more. He's got a good mind, and when he does talk, it's interesting. After a little more fussing with his bangs, he settles on letting it hang in that shaggy and charming way. After all, Estinien will likely ruin whatever he does anyway.]

A pity...anyroad, all done.

[He says while lightly brushing some of the stray hairs off of Estinien's clothes.]

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