[ startles, looking up at diluc and then giving a sigh. at least... this is still... this. a small, strange constant in between the craziness that’s blown up everywhere else. ]
[ he’d blame it on being drunk. ] Of course we fought. [ lifts a hand draws water from their surroundings to conjure a couple of figures; making them fight before their eyes. ] I want him dead. [ clenches his fist and both water figures burst, splashing them a little. ]
It doesn’t. I have met a number of incredible people through fighting... and sometimes that’s the only method in which I can connect with a person. But this is different. He’s m- ...no, he’s not me. He’s weak, and... [ he just hates this and he doesn’t want to talk about it. he’ll just reach for the bottle of booze sitting beside himself and bring it to his lips to nurse. ]
...I'll be alright. I just need to focus on something else. [ anything else! anyone else? ]
[ he twists around and reaches up to gently cup noctua's face, aiming to drag him down for a chaste kiss. ] I want to make you something besides. Whatever you like. You've already done plenty for me.
...not at all. I enjoy spending time in your company and you got my Vision back, something that meant a lot to me, and then... [ gives him another soft kiss. ] And Noctua has such a nice, tight asshole and big fucken dick~ how could I *not* love that about him~
[ his laughter is muffled. ] ♥~ [ sits up and loops his arms around his neck. ] Let me cook something for you. I feel at ease in the kitchen and I want to spoil you.
I'll be careful. [ turns into something akin to a hydro seelie and smushes himself up against diluc's face. he... can't talk now, but come on~ let's go back to cupcake! ]
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pyrodelusion) wrote2021-02-25 08:43 pm
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🍒; I can make you a smoothering instead.
🍒; *smoothie
🍒; I think I’m done drunking anyway.
🍒; ...
[ drops a pin on his location. he’s out by the busted amusement park. ]
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[ pout!!! ]
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[ startles, looking up at diluc and then giving a sigh. at least... this is still... this. a small, strange constant in between the craziness that’s blown up everywhere else. ]
Noctua.
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Hard night?
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Oh. Exciting.
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[ after a few moments of silence he turns to kiss his cheek. ] I’m glad you’re here.
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Maybe don't say it, Noctua. Accepting the leaning and kiss, even counterleaning a little.]
And just the one, at that.
You fought, I take it?
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Why? I didn't think fighting necessarily means hatred, for you.
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I think you should tell me about him.
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No. He’s not worth paying any more of my time to.
I’d rather talk about you... [ kisses him again and triiiiies reaching for that bottle. ]
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How have you been doing, Noctua? Do you want me to make you that smoothie, because I will. Or a drink of any kind, really.
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Are you in any condition to be making anything?
I've been fine.
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[ he twists around and reaches up to gently cup noctua's face, aiming to drag him down for a chaste kiss. ] I want to make you something besides. Whatever you like. You've already done plenty for me.
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Aren't you overstating the things I've done?
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