|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2022 3:03 am
Eion snorted his amusement that Waru would think so. This wasn't the kind of well that he wanted to do — for an age, he wanted anything other than a team. He wanted the independence that came with being a General without subordinates, free to do as he would, life entirely his own. He didn't want to measure his choices against self-preservation tactics in case a team of his got fractured with his demise. It was easier to have that level of independence.
But he'd had his motley assortment of subordinates and teammates for long enough, now, that it was strange thinking of a life without them. Stranger, still, to think of the team with Albite succeeding him as the head of it, not to mention the broken hearts belonging to the boys he met along the way. It was simply too strange to allow it to happen. Now he was trapped into making survivalist choices, choices for the betterment of his still-growing team.
Though, he did miss the times when he could lay on the floor all day and not be bothered. Small sigh for that.
Eion stretched languidly beneath Waru's grasp, shoulders popping as he rolled them upwards. His ankles popped, too, when he pointed his toes. Told himself he could relax here as he watched the soundless fireworks dance across his boy's face.
He'd never specifically considered fireworks an American thing, but it made sense that it was; no one else themed their independence day with fireworks, right? They seldom happened on foreign films and the like. Maybe he'd ask Axinite sometime, or Hessonite.
He swallowed a laugh, however, when Waru asked about his resolution. "Told you already. Was to explore the city. Get out more." He paused at the thought, pooled his hands over his boy's chest as he rested his cheek against them in consideration. They could make new ones, but what would he resolve to do? "Don't know what it'd be now. Stopped making resolutions after becoming youma; they depressed me."
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2022 6:31 am
Oh heck, so Ei had, and Waru couldn’t decide if that particular resolution of long past had been met or — whatever the opposite of meeting a thing was? Not failure in this case, but something else? Eh, whatever. He’d find a word for it eventually; pull it outta his own mental dictionary that looked a hell of a lot more like a tangled yarn ball that spelled gibberish when you pulled an end just right, than an actual book filled with writing.
There were no glossaries in the tapestry of Waru. Just very colorful patternless knots, and the occasional loose strand sticking out from an otherwise interesting weave.
“We should make a resolution,” carefully hummed as he looked from the skies long enough to trace Eions face with his eyes and gauge the reaction, because every Christmas would be in Spring and all their New Years would end up happening just before the fall season reared its cold face, Albite could never do a single damned thing ‘on time’— all his best planned moments happened off key and sideways, but that was fine, wasn’t it? So long as the moments still happened, “Doesn’t have to be big. Heh, some new little thing to try. Like —- ‘I wanna be friends with Kamacite’,” except that one felt a hair too huge to be resolutioning for, “or like, something realistic? Uhm, hmm…oh, I know. I resolve — to get my nails done with you.”
It wasn’t big or life changing or impossible to achieve. Just a small want aimed towards the barest idea of self care, that aligned very well with his need to spend even more time with Eion than before; trying on domestic bliss in-between almost not dying from whatever curse the city spit up next.
“Though now I’m ******** wondering if I know what a resolution actually is? Maybe you should just make them for me — less depressing, more entertaining. Especially if I try n meet ‘em on your terms.” the snap, crackle, pop of Eions every twist only enhanced his smile, encouraged his lax fingers to wander in aimless petting. He knew where a striation of lighting was buried bright, just beneath warm cloth. Where a jagged arch ran over a shoulder blade — where…
“Not if it’s gonna depress you acourse, only for fun. Mhm, like getting one extra nap in every month…or getting that same nap in between Lionel n me? S’ah real good resolution right there. I’m encouraging it. Loudly.” let his wide doe eyed stare add credence to how very loud he was willing to encourage such things. He’d realized quickly how he could never go back to anything before. Whether it was home to his family, to being an underling only, to having not a scant bit of team or proper General to take orders from.
To not having a husband and people at his back worth dying for. Back to hating cats?! These things were impossible. He’d gotten a taste of something good, addictingly so, and now?
Ever in his nature to reel that in and bind it to himself, map it out on his skin in sharp jags of ink, and softly looping coils. Utter contrast, maybe, but it was something all his own to keep.
And the s**t he kept? Well ********, but he liked to keep it happy when he could.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2022 7:56 pm
A resolution. Eion wasn't certain how he felt about that. While they no longer depressed him as they had in the past, he wondered what good they would be anymore. They might be worthwhile for making Albite happy, for giving him something to look forward to without being too disruptive. Like the boy had said, it could be something as simple as getting their nails done (which he hadn't done before; he wondered if they could make it under three hours).
So he fell silent for a time as he considered it. And as he say silent, Waru continued to drone about inanities. Something about sleeping between him and Lionel (as if he would be sleeping), something else about encouragement. Whatever.
Eion wasn't sure what he would want, if anything. Seemed like Waru expected something smaller than 'finish the house', and something less work-focused than 'starseed everyone that Lysithea loves'.
Maybe it was easier to focus on a resolution for Waru. "If you want something work-related, find a new subordinate. Someone who would perform well and get along with the team. Poach one from the other side if needed.
"If not that, then — find me a new book to read. Make it a monthly thing. Can ask Emmy for help, maybe she'll teach you to read." He patted Waru's chest with the back of his hand, then sat up.
"For me, I guess… More naps with boys. Didn't have that until recently. Beats napping alone." Truly, Cela was the only one who could stand it without sweating to death. Waru suffered it, too — constantly woke up as a sweaty mess, had to kick off the blankets, shed all his clothes, open the windows. Even then, his heat wasn't helpful for quality rest.
He only slept for a handful of hours at a time. Maybe if he used his guise as Eion, he could convince his boys to cuddle with him while he slept.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2022 9:32 am
"a**, I can totally read picture books! They don't even have words in 'em...making that sound like a challenge or sumthin'," and to be totally fair a lot of his 'books' came in movie form, but still? Such nerve! Gentlest shove at Eion's shoulder before he leant up to steal a kiss, another; sought the softness there and tried to impart joy with his tease. To express in some small workable fashion how beloved each n every suggestion of his was. Didn't need to be some grand thing, some enduring endeavored that would add stress atop time.
If he could take small moments with his boy. Just like this. Albite would take whatever little wins life would hand him, n encourage his better half to try for the same.
His subordinates had come from Eion, poached from ended teams, he hadn't corrupted anyone on his own yet -- hadn't picked a lieutenant or basic to bring in willingly on their own. He was eternal Leader and Subordinate all in one. Extension of all teams n owner of none, that'd suited him fine, but maybe he needed to be reaching, adding?
He could do that too.
"To better New Years resolutions, Ei'. All the naps you can stand, n all the books you can stomach. Em's taste might surprise you, or maybe mine will?" his choices might've also ended up thrown into a fire for the sake of cooking, or boiling, or burning out of sheer disgust. Could've led to a good time, cause he'd be lying if he didn't find Ei's idealistic vampire fic intriguing enough to hunt saucy cover pictures for...
Maybe he'd bug Fulgurite over it? Who knew.
"Now! Since you've got the time, n we've got this lovely rooftop worth cuddling on?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2022 5:29 am
Eion chuckled when he was pushed, and reciprocated the kiss with ease. It was easier to simply be, in moments like these, when he knew he couldn't be cerebral with Waru so there was no point in indulging his usual internal maelstroms. He wouldn't understand the life Eion led to reach this point — wouldn't be able to sympathize — so Eion could pretend he never endured what he did. He could set that burden down, if only for a moment, before he had to carry it for the next six miles.
He breathed a contented sigh. "Have to work, too — can't be all leisure." Much as he would've liked it to be — at least for a time. What would it be like, if he could take a month off and spend it with his boys? Napping with Albite by the sea, Celadonite in their home, Alkmene in the park, Kamacite in his unassuming bedroom? Would that be happiness? And for how long?
And what did it say about him, if he thought happiness was made of the moments between consciousness? Maybe he never shirked the burden of his own survival at all.
Eion managed to sully his own good mood, and he could only blame himself for that. If nothing else, that rendered the moment an even better opportunity to nap. For when was there a better moment to nap than when he accidentally depressed himself? Then he would need that nap to reset his headspace. And Waru tolerated him so well —
He settled back down, made himself a habitable nest in the crook of Waru's arm. "Betting on Emmy, not you." Then he rested his head against Waru's chest. As he shut his eyes, he asked, "set an alarm on your phone. Two hours. Don't want you burning to death as you sleep."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
