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 Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2022 3:51 am
Haru let the acknowledgement go without comment, glad for its presence at all. At least Eion wasn't completely dismissing the possibility, which was a step in the right direction.
A small contented noise slipped from him when Eion's fingers curled around his nape, and he let himself linger, in the comfort and the closeness, until Eion shifted to sit up and he had to move just a little away to prevent any knocked foreheads or other ridiculousness.
Sitting up meant that Haru could really take him in--how slender and young he looked, how pale. Certainly Haru himself wasn't exactly some wall of muscle, but still. It made him uncomfortable to think of the pretty boy in front of him as any kind of breakable--and so his forcibly shoved the thought away.
Eion had survived about the nastiest thing that could happen to a person. With luck and magic, true, but he had lived.
"I think that it's as worth it for you to decorate your space as it is for me to decorate mine," he said, by way of explanation. "So: yes. I do. I'd be happy to help, too." He'd considered the teambuilding angle to himself, before, but honestly, a little collaborative work didn't seem like quite so stupid an idea.
Besides, any excuse for a little extra time. Which was sort of pathetic, but as long as no one noticed, and he kept his head when they were powered up, it wasn't a problem. Probably.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2022 4:44 pm
"Go ahead. Know as much as you do about what to put in it." He remembered who he was as a human — remembered Elex, remembered his hobbies, his obsessions. He could still recall his room and all the ways he'd built it up as a child, how he was slowly phasing in his new tastes as a teenager. There were band posters, of course, and posters of celebrity boys he found cute after he'd come out to his parents (and endured the embarrassment of their complete lack of surprise), and posters of fantastical places from books. Pages from chapbooks were taped to his wall, too, and he'd done up a small collage from the inserts for a few CDs.
But as Eion, he felt so distant from that boy. Felt like an entirely different person. Thus, he and Haru shared the same dilemma. With some luck, they'd have better ideas for each other.
He snorted gently; the amusement was there, though he felt distant from it. And there was pushback, too, as if the idea of decorating his office and room were somehow antithetical to his transience. Putting up his collection of teacups wasn't going to diminish his chances of being run through or tossed off a building.
Eion leaned over the side of the bed and pilfered his jacket pocket. Pulled a pocket watch from it by the long chain and opened it by a touch of the top. On the left: a photo of a black-haired boy with striking resemblance to Eion, and another, taller boy, this one with violet hair and equal unfamiliarity. On the right, the watch read 1:30, though it could not have been past midnight.
He dropped the watch with a sigh as he sat up. Thick curls fell in his face, and he pushed them out of the way carelessly. Something about being Eion brought them back in force.
"Got an hour and some change; we can have this conversation anytime." And if Haru needed any further clues to what he meant, he reached for the boy's arm and hip to scoot him closer. Made for those lips, and his fingers sought a handful of hair to bend the night more to their liking.
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