Anyway, late in the night, Lucien gets a lil ping on the IRIS. It shows up without anything else but the ping, in an unmarked place somewhere on the Eudora. If he follows it, he'll get to a little room that surprisingly lets him in without resistance. There's medical monitoring equipment, a few chairs, a bed.
And on the bed is a stupid and pathetic-looking familiar waif whose color has finally come back to his skin. He looks tired, like he's been dozing in and out, but he looks up when Lucien gets inside. Weakly, he smiles.]
Yours? Please. You don't even know the first of it.
[His shoulder is real? It's there under Lucien's hand.
He reaches up to take Lucien by the forearm, and then he pulls, lifting both arms up afterward to grab a hold of Lucien's clothes and yank him down on top of him to hug tightly.]
[ he is still not convinced, actually. sometimes hallucinations can feel incredibly real? he moves easily though, clambering onto the bed and collapsing into the stupid hug, pressing his face against the side of his neck. try not to get stabbed by a horn. his first instinct to the rush of emotion is to be frustrated about it, because he does not know how to properly process any emotion except angry. ]
He clutches Lucien tightly, trying not to get impaled by a horn, but also shoving his face into Lucien's shoulder. It's solid and real, and he doesn't look like a damn demon, or like a pixelated Tiefling. His eyes burn because UNLIKE LUCIEN, he actually can process emotions, but they're just a little wet, it's fine.
For a long time, he really doesn't answer, just holds on.]
[ that's alright, he actually does not give a shit about the answer at this moment, they can stay here in silence as long as viktor wants because lucien isn't moving either - only enough to wind a hand around to the back of viktor's head and run his claws through the back of his hair. his face is buried at the crook of his neck, but his breath is shaking ever so slightly.
without moving or pulling away, so it's sort of muffled: ]
[ Oh? look it's a stupid thing to say but there's a ridiculous amount of relief and emotion and perhaps some slight regret for throwing some death threats around not even an hour ago buried in that oh.
after a second though he sort of. laughs, instead. pulling his face up enough to rest his forehead against viktor's, just looking at him. ]
Bad timing. I threw the journal away this morning. So you've probably missed it.
His arms loosen a bit to give Lucien room, and he tips his forehead against the one resting on his. Surprisingly, he smiles slightly.] Did I? [One hand slips down to rest just under his jaw.]
Good. You don't need that thing anymore.
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Are you okay, Lucien?
[He's not sure if anyone has ever asked Lucien how Lucien felt, or if Lucien was okay, so. And, like, maybe one of his letters was fucking concerning, stupid ass.]
I've most likely doomed myself and will suffer in ways unimaginable for it, but-- well. What's done is done.
[ there's still a quirk of a smile on his face as he says that, so he doesn't seem that torn up about the journal or the impending doom. That aside I think it's pretty reasonable to assume that lucien is not okay at any given moment. but he does consider the question, actually, leaning his jaw into the hand. ]
I ... don't know. [ he doesn't! he has not considered if he's okay or not and has not had the time to sit down and weigh the options. he has not been "okay" in a very long time, but, you know. he's been worse than in this moment. ] I'll decide later. Are you okay?
[HE IS FROWNING, but it's light. There isn't much he can do about it anyway!! Annoying! He's a fucking wilting toothpick, but he's going to fistfight these nine mages behind a Denny's!]
You've been through a lot.
[Don't think he hasn't noticed. He rubs Lucien's cheek with his thumb.]
Very tired. I've been ordered bed rest, so... I can't leave this room. They're monitoring me to make sure... it... sticks, I guess. You can't tell anyone else, Lucien. Okay? I think they might let me out tomorrow.
[ he shoots a suspicious look at the medical equipment, but then he nods slowly. ]
I wasn't planning on leaving. [ or sharing, apparently. at least for the night. ] Unless you want me to bring you food or something.
[ because he is feeling sappy and gay though, he will twist his face to press a kiss to the palm of the hand at his jaw, keeping an eye on him like he's not entirely sure viktor isn't about to disappear, or glitch, or pixelate again. ]
And also gay and stupid.] I'm okay for right now. [He lightly pinches Lucien's nose after his palm is kissed, then pushes some of the fringe aside.]
I guess you better get comfortable then.
[He is not wasting his breath telling Lucien not to stay because Lucien definitely isn't gonna listen. And also maybe he is gay and stupid and doesn't want Lucien to go either.]
[ his hair is a huge mess, it was already long on arriving here and he hasn't bothered to do anything with it for the 6 weeks they've been here because he'd been assuming the whole time he was going to die and there was no point in bothering, so it just immediately falls back into his face. ]
Am I your nurse now? Not likely.
[ it's subtle, maybe, since he's still a fucking asshole, but he definitely seems lighter since he's chosen to toss that journal in the trash. probably something about the decision to give up godhood meaning he has to choose to live as a mortal again. for better or worse.
he does not reach to politely get a blanket, instead leaning in to kiss him softly, trying not to grin. ]
[Um, the AUDACITY to be looking like this then thinking he can just be rude?
He waits until Lucien gets close, and then he bites Lucien's mouth very suddenly. But Lucien is lucky because he likes Lucien enough to give him a little kiss on the bitten lips afterward.]
[ he hisses when he's bitten, chasing him down as he pulls away and not even bothering to hide the grin. ]
Don't make threats you can't keep.
[ clicking his tongue at him and then putting a hand on the middle of his chest to push him back down onto the bed (gently, because he does not actually want to send him rocketing back to the grave trashheap to be consumed by rats). turning away briefly to peel his coat off to throw it on the floor and start working off his dumb thigh-high boots to kick those off too.
and, yes, reaching down to get one of the blankets. ]
He reclines again, but shifts over slightly to make room for Lucien.] I look pretty good for a guy who looks like shit? [As if Lucien wasn't already doing it, he reaches out to tug Lucien down here with him.
Because now Lucien is going to be the pillow.]
After coming out of what felt like the birth canal, I'll take it.
[ including birth, I guess!!!!!!! he makes an irritated sound, tail thumping the bed, because he was doing that! god! impatient. but once he's settled, reaching an arm around to curl across viktor's shoulders. sort of the same position they were in, bleeding out on the floor of the temple in the cyoa, but significantly less depressed. ]
I got your letters. Obviously. I suppose I just couldn't talk about them because I was busy.
What's the point of having a deep v-neck and tits if someone can't lie on them? He gets comfortable partially on Lucien, but doesn't even spend the right amount of time resting because he's already lifting his head up again.]
Yes, asking Margaret a fourth question, then being a rat and trying to kidnap Vash with a bunch of other rats. Stop that. You can't just kidnap him for his brother.
[ he is so lucky he has those tits, they are his sole redeeming feature. patting him on the side of the head. lay back down, weirdo. ]
It was a rhetorical question and the fact that it counted is horseshit, and I wasn't-- who says I was kidnapping him? I wanted to annoy him like he annoyed me. Sending me on that damn goose chase for his body and then sending a letter saying "oopsie, found it!" Idiot. Deserved every rat and more.
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Anyway, late in the night, Lucien gets a lil ping on the IRIS. It shows up without anything else but the ping, in an unmarked place somewhere on the Eudora. If he follows it, he'll get to a little room that surprisingly lets him in without resistance. There's medical monitoring equipment, a few chairs, a bed.
And on the bed is a stupid and pathetic-looking familiar waif whose color has finally come back to his skin. He looks tired, like he's been dozing in and out, but he looks up when Lucien gets inside. Weakly, he smiles.]
Hi.
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anyway of course he gets this mysterious ping and then immediately heads there because obviously. he's an idiot.
opening the door. staring blankly at him. the hallucinations are only supposed to be here on Fridays so this is a new one.
actually he just keeps staring blankly. ]
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He just sort of smiles a bit in amusement.]
I've never known the Great Nonagon to be speechless before.
[He shifts, trying to sit up slowly.]
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Shut up, arsehole. I haven't figured out if you're a hallucination or not yet. You have no idea the day I've had.
[ testing this theory by trying to touch his shoulder? ]
Are you real?
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[His shoulder is real? It's there under Lucien's hand.
He reaches up to take Lucien by the forearm, and then he pulls, lifting both arms up afterward to grab a hold of Lucien's clothes and yank him down on top of him to hug tightly.]
I'm real.
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Explain. What the hells are you doing here?
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He clutches Lucien tightly, trying not to get impaled by a horn, but also shoving his face into Lucien's shoulder. It's solid and real, and he doesn't look like a damn demon, or like a pixelated Tiefling. His eyes burn because UNLIKE LUCIEN, he actually can process emotions, but they're just a little wet, it's fine.
For a long time, he really doesn't answer, just holds on.]
...They brought me back.
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without moving or pulling away, so it's sort of muffled: ]
Who brought you back? [ ... ] Back back?
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Back back.
[He turns his face inward so it isn't shoved into Lucien's shoulder so much as resting against it.]
The senior crew.
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[ Oh? look it's a stupid thing to say but there's a ridiculous amount of relief and emotion and perhaps some slight regret for throwing some death threats around not even an hour ago buried in that oh.
after a second though he sort of. laughs, instead. pulling his face up enough to rest his forehead against viktor's, just looking at him. ]
Bad timing. I threw the journal away this morning. So you've probably missed it.
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His arms loosen a bit to give Lucien room, and he tips his forehead against the one resting on his. Surprisingly, he smiles slightly.] Did I? [One hand slips down to rest just under his jaw.]
Good. You don't need that thing anymore.
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Are you okay, Lucien?
[He's not sure if anyone has ever asked Lucien how Lucien felt, or if Lucien was okay, so. And, like, maybe one of his letters was fucking concerning, stupid ass.]
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[ there's still a quirk of a smile on his face as he says that, so he doesn't seem that torn up about the journal or the impending doom. That aside I think it's pretty reasonable to assume that lucien is not okay at any given moment. but he does consider the question, actually, leaning his jaw into the hand. ]
I ... don't know. [ he doesn't! he has not considered if he's okay or not and has not had the time to sit down and weigh the options. he has not been "okay" in a very long time, but, you know. he's been worse than in this moment. ] I'll decide later. Are you okay?
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[HE IS FROWNING, but it's light. There isn't much he can do about it anyway!! Annoying! He's a fucking wilting toothpick, but he's going to fistfight these nine mages behind a Denny's!]
You've been through a lot.
[Don't think he hasn't noticed. He rubs Lucien's cheek with his thumb.]
Very tired. I've been ordered bed rest, so... I can't leave this room. They're monitoring me to make sure... it... sticks, I guess. You can't tell anyone else, Lucien. Okay? I think they might let me out tomorrow.
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I wasn't planning on leaving. [ or sharing, apparently. at least for the night. ] Unless you want me to bring you food or something.
[ because he is feeling sappy and gay though, he will twist his face to press a kiss to the palm of the hand at his jaw, keeping an eye on him like he's not entirely sure viktor isn't about to disappear, or glitch, or pixelate again. ]
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And also gay and stupid.] I'm okay for right now. [He lightly pinches Lucien's nose after his palm is kissed, then pushes some of the fringe aside.]
I guess you better get comfortable then.
[He is not wasting his breath telling Lucien not to stay because Lucien definitely isn't gonna listen. And also maybe he is gay and stupid and doesn't want Lucien to go either.]
There's some blankets at the bottom.
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Am I your nurse now? Not likely.
[ it's subtle, maybe, since he's still a fucking asshole, but he definitely seems lighter since he's chosen to toss that journal in the trash. probably something about the decision to give up godhood meaning he has to choose to live as a mortal again. for better or worse.
he does not reach to politely get a blanket, instead leaning in to kiss him softly, trying not to grin. ]
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He waits until Lucien gets close, and then he bites Lucien's mouth very suddenly. But Lucien is lucky because he likes Lucien enough to give him a little kiss on the bitten lips afterward.]
The blankets were for you, "arsehole."
[He does not try not to grin, he just does.]
I'll just call Amalthea to come be my nurse then.
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Don't make threats you can't keep.
[ clicking his tongue at him and then putting a hand on the middle of his chest to push him back down onto the bed (gently, because he does not actually want to send him rocketing back to the grave trashheap to be consumed by rats). turning away briefly to peel his coat off to throw it on the floor and start working off his dumb thigh-high boots to kick those off too.
and, yes, reaching down to get one of the blankets. ]
You look pretty good. All things considered.
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He reclines again, but shifts over slightly to make room for Lucien.] I look pretty good for a guy who looks like shit? [As if Lucien wasn't already doing it, he reaches out to tug Lucien down here with him.
Because now Lucien is going to be the pillow.]
After coming out of what felt like the birth canal, I'll take it.
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[ including birth, I guess!!!!!!! he makes an irritated sound, tail thumping the bed, because he was doing that! god! impatient. but once he's settled, reaching an arm around to curl across viktor's shoulders. sort of the same position they were in, bleeding out on the floor of the temple in the cyoa, but significantly less depressed. ]
I got your letters. Obviously. I suppose I just couldn't talk about them because I was busy.
[ being a fucking rat. ]
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What's the point of having a deep v-neck and tits if someone can't lie on them? He gets comfortable partially on Lucien, but doesn't even spend the right amount of time resting because he's already lifting his head up again.]
Yes, asking Margaret a fourth question, then being a rat and trying to kidnap Vash with a bunch of other rats. Stop that. You can't just kidnap him for his brother.
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It was a rhetorical question and the fact that it counted is horseshit, and I wasn't-- who says I was kidnapping him? I wanted to annoy him like he annoyed me. Sending me on that damn goose chase for his body and then sending a letter saying "oopsie, found it!" Idiot. Deserved every rat and more.
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He puts his head back down, but grabs the patronizing hand and
holds it. The consequences are hand holding.]
He didn't even find anything. It was there all along. Please stop being reckless and turning into rats.
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shifting so he can rest his chin on top of viktor's head so he's FORCED to stay lying down. ]
Better he stays with the rest of them anyway. So everyone comes as a package deal for Callisto.
[ except viktor of course who is the most specialest of boys. he is different. ]
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He keeps his head down, unfortunately realizing while doing so that he is more tired than he thought.]
...I don't know how we're going to even get him back. Callisto is just going to end up angry.
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