stardiving | IC Inbox (Victory Road)

[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.]

You fill the silence quite comprehensively without my input.

[He can't spoil you with too much talking, what in the world would happen then?

And you're right, he totally will.

Now, he's fairly stumped on the social protocol here--what does one do when your erstwhile enemy turned something of an ally cuts your hair (which you didn't really want or care for, but didn't care enough not to fight it) after you gather him off the stairs and take him to seek medical attention? Not to mention the whole Awkward Cuddling Incident Of Which He Shall Not Speak. Is there a Hallmark card for this?

Settles for, gruffly:]

Thank you.

Well, one must make up for the void you leave.

[Yes, that's why. Not because he just talks to talk.

Settling back in his seat, he watches as Estinien deliberates on what to say next. How to proceed from here. He cannot deny there is a feeling of awkward tension, though that radiates more from Estinien than himself. When he does speak, gruffly offering his thanks, Solus looks somewhat surprised.

But that wide-eyed expression melts away into that smug smile he often wears.]

'Tis but my pleasure, dragoon. One I would be glad to repeat, should you find yourself in need.

We all have our strengths.

[Prolonged conversation and debate are not his. Sure, he has thoughts, but he keeps them to himself.

Shocker, when you spend 20 years bloody-mindedly dedicated to a revenge quest only to actually mostly accomplish it without dying in the process (the latter part also fairly shocking,) you don't exactly learn good social graces.

The smug smile gets him annoyed though.]

I shall be taking my leave again today. I intend to return to Violet first, the first gym being there.

[If he's going to be here, he might as well follow the path laid out before him, see where it leads.]

[He shrugs with a nod. That much is true, but not all weaknesses need to remain such!

Well, there's no time like the present, huh!!

Though, he's surprised again when Estinien says that much, figuring he'd gather his things and likely leave without a word. His expression doesn't show it, however.]

Undergoing that little challenge, are you? I had heard a rumor that once you complete it, there's a chance to go home.

[He says this with a storied tone, as if revealing some strange fable, but he ends it with a tut.]

But none can confirm such a claim. Mayhap because any confirmation has indeed ended in such, rendering any who could confirm it incapable.

[Despite your obvious fondness for it, Estinien doesn't really care to make conversation, okay.

Look, that would just be awkward.]

If there's truth to that rumor, I would find it--as you are doing...whatever you are.

[He'd rather not encourage you to come with him so this is fine.]

I trust not such rumors, but if you plan to take this challenge without such as your initial impetus, I see not the harm in testing the proof of such claims, even if by mere coincidence.

[He settles back a bit more in his seat, before stretching his arms gingerly over his head, slowly twisting to one side, then the other—though twisting towards the side with a broken rib earns a small pained sound.]

As for what I am doing...I'm testing the bounds of this world's limits. I am not wholly convinced that this world is, well, real.

[The fuck does that even mean?? Lowering his arms, he settles back down, letting out a slow puff of air before he continues.]

If aught is the case, then there is likely some way to break free of this reality by bending what limits it attempts to put on us. If I can force an error, some measure of contradiction in the laws of this faux-reality...

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