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 Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 3:20 am
I will make this beautiful some other time. Right now, we need to log this IMMEDIATELY. AAAAH
Still being added to, because these idiots are idiots.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 3:23 am
Chapter One: The Flitterat It had been a while since that terrible incident during the Winter Solstice. The one where his space was invaded by some asshat demon-geist hybrid whom he'd later come to find out was none other than the pissy familiar teacher he'd heard so much about. He was happy to put it behind him and go about his days free of that irritating man - he never came to the art room, and Des never step foot outside near the smelly familiar stables. All was perfect.
Until he woke up to a flitterat on his chest.
It had taken all of his willpower not to hurl it across the room, but oh, he managed. He managed. After much... movement he managed to capture the thing - which he recognized as the one that had literally climbed his leg at the Solstice Festival - and then set about his morning routine before heading to the school. Instead of his usual stop to check on the art supplies, he marched straight to that a*****e's office and let himself in without so much as a knock.
"I don't know what game you're playing but it ******** stops, right now. " He set the flitterat down on the desk - having trapped it in a Tupperware container (thankfully he'd poked breathing holes in it first), and then stood back, arms folded across his chest, tail lashing irritably. "I don't know how you found my house, but you'd better stay away from it from now on."
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Sirius had been.... well, relieved to never see that horrible, tiny, shrimp of a man again. How dare he cuddle up this tail and then accuse him, the notorious people hater of the school, of moozing on up to him? Not only that, but the pipsqueak decided to rattle on and on about it for far longer than Sirius had time to spare. The only good that came from that encounter was the tiny little Flitterat who had ended up in his care, and as far as Sirius was concerned, that pint had nothing to do with it.
Sadly, between the time from then and now, the Flitterat had seemed unhappy. He had caught it, several times, trying to escape. It seemed incessant on going somewhere, and Sirius wasn't keen on finding out where that place was. It wasn't a surprise when, suddenly, it vanished in the night. Sirius had looked everywhere before giving up when the sun began to raise and slunk off to bed. Work had been tiring, and Sirius would even admit he snoozed between breaks at his office. So, when a familiar and awful voice roused him from his sleep he already was ready to murder the weed, until...
"What."
His comment wasn't a question, more like a demand for the man – Deskri – to acknowledge the stupidity of his accusation. Slowly, his eyes flicked to the tupperware, tail lashing. That was where it had gone?!
"Excuse me?" He snapped, briskly grabbing the tupperware. "Found your house? You mean the bridge you live under?" He snorted, scowling at the smaller man from his desk. "What bullshit are you on? And do explain why you stole my damn Flitterat, pint. "
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Oh. Bridge, was it? PINT, was it?! His eyes flashed with anger as his tail threatened to tear apart the room - well, it would if he were standing anywhere near anything. OH he was so ANGRY. Rarely did someone push his buttons this hard or this fast, but this stupid blue giant had managed to find all the right (wrong) ones and mash them as hard as he could with his stupid over-sized mallet of a fist.
"I didn't ******** steal your pest, you absolute garbage pail. I woke up to that little s**t on my chest and I want some ******** answers. " He hissed, eyes narrowing as he stared up at the taller hybrid. "I thought I made it perfectly ******** clear that I want nothing to do with you, or your little disease-ridden rodent, so if I find it in my house again I swear I'll feed it to my vespercat." He rolled his eyes, still so angry he felt as if he could spit venom.
"And I want my ******** Tupperware container back, so get it out of there now. " He held out a hand expectantly, tail lashing behind him still.
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Sirius had been amused with his previous quips, but that melted into absolute blinding rage as the shrimp kept speaking. The ******** was this guys problem? He was ******** crazy. First he's going on about tails, and now this s**t? Sirius sneered at the smaller man, moving from behind his desk to tower right over the other man, staring down (mostly to emphasize how puny he viewed the other to be) at Des with a glower.
"I wouldn't want to go anywhere near your trash heap you call housing. Looking at you, I bet it smells as terrible as you look. I might get sick to my stomach." Wow. Real professional. Two grown men bickering like teenage rivals. He couldn't help but snort in amusement, tail lashing almost as violently as the others. Their tails could start their own private war, even. "I didn't do s**t to you, kid. You sound absolutely bonkers. What, the fumes from your paint get to your head? Come into my office again spouting crazy gibberish and I'll feed you to one of my pets." He made a point of leaning closer to place his hand right on top of the tupperware, refusing to hand it over. Deskri could god damn wait for his tupperware for all he cared.
Sirius had failed to notice his tail getting alarmingly close to someone else's during this process. What a grave, grave mistake.
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Okay. Admittedly he probably should have thought this out before barging into the ogre's office but it was too late for that now. The guy was towering over him - probably in an effort to rub in just how short he was but honestly it wasn't as if -- what was his name? Steven? -- was the first person to do this. He rolled his eyes again, refusing to back down just because this overrated glowstick was getting up in his space.
"Keep a reign on your mangy animals and I won't have to come to his stinking shithole you call an office how will I? Aren't you supposed to be some sort of familiar expert? How the ******** does a flitterat get loose under your watch if you're supposed to be SOOOO great?" He waved his hands a little, exaggerating his words with a tone absolutely dripping of sarcasm.
One more lash and--
He opened his mouth to say something else, then felt something different. Something off.
He turned his head to stare down at their tails. Locked together. Again. It was as if someone had mashed his launch button, he could practically see red with rage.
"AGAIN. AGAIN WITH THE TAIL TOUCHING. DO NOT EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN!!"
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Sirius was going to punch this man. He was seeing red and this man was going to be on the receiving end. How the hell was he supposed to maintain patience when this urchin ran into his office, after stealing his familiar, and then barked at him like a feral dog?! Sirius grit his teeth, slamming his hand on his desk as he practically illuminated in rage.
"I didn't lose it, you filthy cow! You stole it! How the ******** would I have placed that in your house, without you waking?! How the ******** would I know where your dumpster even i-"
Suddenly, he froze, head snapping immediately to the strange tug on his tail. What the hell. What the ******** WAS THIS. Sirius couldn't help but shove Des away, violently leaping behind his desk as if it was a magical barrier between himself and the tiny man who had assaulted him.
"STOP TOUCHING MY TAIL!" He shouted in response, throwing his hands wildly in the air. "This is the second time you've blAMED IT ON ME." His voice rose at the end of his sentence, blossoming into a full on howl as he held his tail as if it had become infected by the mere touch of the other. Of course, this was all stopped when their hollering had, finally, summoned a familiar blue woman.
"Would you two stop? You've interrupted the classes nearby."
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"COW!?" He sneered, voice nearly cracking with the level of offense he was experiencing. A cow!? REALLY!? "I WOULDN'T STEAL THAT THING IF MY LIFE DEPENDED ON IT, OR DID YOU FORGET WHY I ******** GAVE IT TO YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE?!" There he went. Voice cracking as the volume proved to be a bit too much for his vocal chords. In his day-to-day life he barely spoke as it was, but here he was... screaming at another grown-a** man(child) for breaking into his house to put a flitterat in his bed. He was absolutely convinced that was how this went down.
"EXCUSE YOU - YOU'RE THE ONE WITH THE TAIL THAT KEEPS GETTING IN MY SPACE!! KEEP IT TO YOURSELF, UNBELIEVABLY AGGRAVATING SHITSPONGE!" He was about to continue, but the sudden appearance of a certain someone cut him off. He whirled around to face Ava, tail still lashing wildly with blind rage as he attempted to at least piece together what she'd just said. Stop?? STOP???
" YOU tell this self-important stalking space-invading sorry excuse for a torch to stay away from my house and keep his stupid flitterat away from me!"
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"I really don't care who started this." Ava snapped, holding her hand up as she saw Sirius right about to scream. "Can you take it outside please? The students are piling up in the hallway to listen to this display."
That, and she swore she could hear the children gossiping, which would send both of them skyrocketing. Though, she did have to admit hearing Deskri's voice reach that octave had almost been worth the attention.
"Outside? Outside? Jus- Just GET OUT!" Sirius roared, the fact Ava was standing right there was the only reason his desk had not started flying across the room. That, and his rat was on said desk, which he had forgotten about.v
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" ********. THIS. " In a display of utmost maturity, he simply threw his hands in the air and then stomped out of the room, barely managing to not hit anyone on the way out. God. It was going to be abstract painting day -that was for sure. This was ridiculous and he would... have to tell Ava to retrieve his Tupperware later. He'd sooner shoot himself in the foot than speak to that oaf again.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 3:37 am
Chapter Two: Speed Dating Gone Wrong How. How on earth had he gotten roped into this?
Participate in the game, they said.
You won't have to chaperone the next event, they said.
Was it worth it. Was it really worth it.
Deskri found himself staring out at the other participants of this stupid speed-dating game, wishing he could just disappear of the face of the planet rather than be forced into this nonsense. Still. It meant he wouldn't have to go to another one of the school's stupid festivals. As a chaperone, anyway. Tengu would probably still drag him along but that was a different matter.
For now, he was stuck waiting with some of the other participants in a room that reeked, to him, of desperation and sadness.
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Sirius was going to shoot the nearest person who asked "hey, how did the speed dating game go?" He really was. Oh, sure, it was alllllll his damn idea to go to this ******** event. No. Not it wasn't. Ava had sworn up and down that he wouldn't need to watch over the next big event if he attended this one, and he had chosen not to see that sly smirk that looked like it had secrets laying behind it. Oh, he had chosen to ignore the aura of desperation that lurked around the room as the blobs of useless lumps nervously tittered. No. This wasn't going to get them a partner in the end. This was an exercise in embarrassing the ever lasting s**t out of one another.
So, when his Flitterat (who had brought along for no damn reason), escaped he felt a mild twinge of hope. Good. Maybe it could scare someone and bring real amusement to this bore of an event. When the timer went off for people to sit down he hadn't expected to be unceremoniously shoved into a seat, sputtering curses as he stumbled into the hard and grey chair. The ******** was this s**t?
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This was stupid. Really, really stupid. He was probably never going to live this down for the rest of his life. Honestly why had he agreed to this. Why. He was beginning to consider backing out when one of the attendants came over and physically dragged him to a chair - much to his very vocal displeasure. Once freed, he snatched his hand away and then sat down - or, well, he was going to sit down but a familiar flash of green caught his eye.
Oh no.
Not this again. He stared at the flitterat in his seat - or well, it had been in his seat, now it was climbing up his shirt, going directly for the oversized fold of his turtleneck - presumably to make itself at home.
Oh. Hell. No. He looked around - just as Sirius himself was dragged in and shoved into a chair.
"What the ********/>- - - - - -
A familiar "tiny" voice reached the large mans ears, his head snapping to lock upon...
No
The fry stared back at him, complete with his god damn Flitterat on his shirt. His blue tendrils flashed brightly as Sirius immediately heated, hands slamming into the table and frightening the nearby people who had settled into their seats in hope to find true love.
Oh no. They were now an audience to his suffering and misery.
" You." He spat, finger raising. "Yooooou. " He seemed caught off guard as his rat squeaked in greeting, quickly covering it with another smash of his hand into the table, leaning back with a loud sigh. "You've stolen my pet again, you trash can . "
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It was too late - his fate was sealed if he backed out now he was certain Ava would not only make him chaperone the next event, but probably the next few after it as well. This. Was. Misery. Suddenly he remembered that stupid little grin she'd had on her face--- oh. OH. She'd ******** planned this hadn't she. His face melded into a scowl that could freeze the blood in the veins of lesser men, gold eyes locked on Sirius as if staring at him could somehow kill him or something. Or at least make him go away.
" ME? " He hissed angrily, ignoring the flitterat's squeak as he boiled with anger. " YOU can't keep a ******** eye on your goddamn piece of s**t pest you incompetent snotwaffle." He reached up to pry the rat off of his shirt, and then - surprisingly gently - set it down on Sirius' side of the table. "Don't you even dare try to pin this on me."
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Sirius scowled back at Deskri, immediately plucking his Flitterat up and setting it gently into his lap. "I didn't lose it this time, pest." He snapped, rubbing the rats chin. "I intentionally let it lose to rile this mess of an event up." He clicked his tongue dismissively at Des, eyes narrowing.
"Until you ruined my plans."
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He blinked, expression turning from scowl to absolute incredulousness. He sat back, waving his arms a little as he grappled with what exactly he wanted to say. "You set it loose on PURPOSE and then have the GALL to accuse me of STEALING IT?! " Again, his voice cracked with the effort to even maintain that volume as his disbelief showed through his tone. Honestly. What was this man on?!
"This is ******** ridiculous I cannot even believe you thought that would work-- people actually like those things around here. If anything you ******** shot yourself in the godsdamned foot bringing an animal to a cesspool of desperation and loneliness."
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"Obviously you stole it. You probably saw it on the floor, picked it up, and decided to take it back to your place. Most likely to later accuse me of stalking you." Sirius quipped back, hand flailing dismissively at Des.
"And plenty of people dislike Flitterats, as they have the wrong assumption that they are ridden of disease. Sadly, the only diseased one I see here is you." Oooooooh, there it was, that familiar fire of rage that was returning when he set eyes upon this man.
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"I hate flitterats or did I not make that apparent enough for you to get it through your mile-thick SKULL? " He hissed angrily, ignoring the attendant who came by to ask them to quiet down. Hell no. He would NOT quiet down. He would be as loud as he goddamn pleased. This was a supreme injustice and the world needed to know it.
"I don't even have rot symptoms you good-for-nothing piece of rotten leftovers. Why don't you just piss off and go bother someone else with your sob stories about the poor flitterat you keep misplacing!?"
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"You don't ?" He gasped in mock surprise, looking the other up and down. "I'm so sorry, Desk. You just look rotten." Oh man, this was getting ugly. Already his hands were curled around the edge of the table, tendrils flicking faster than fire itself. His tail had return to its lashing, smacking against the bottom of the table in its rapid dance of fury and disgust.
"And if I remember correctly, you're the one who sat down here after I did. What the ******** are you even doing here, pe-" Suddenly, he stopped, remembering that ******** grin. "Ava " He faintly mumbled under his breath, distracted by his sudden need to call a certain blue someone.
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Desk. Did he just.. did he just. His vision went red with rage in an instant, tail lashing wildly under the table as he struggled to maintain at least some semblance of self-control. Oh no. Ohhhh no. He would not make a fool of himself in this setting. Sirius would be the one to do that, he was damn sure of it.
"I didn't ******** choose to come here, swampass, I was brought here against my will like some kind of sacrifice to an angry mongrel. "
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Sirius grit his teeth further, teeth practically grinding dust into one another. Swampass. What the ******** . His tail smacked a steady rhythm, threatening to inch closer and closer as the two lost their god damn minds. The glowing man hissed between his teeth, trying his damn best to keep a "polite" smile. He refused to be the idiot of this.
"How I doubt that." He snapped back. "Probably seeking someone to fill the lonely days in your barrel of a home." He had been about to begin mocking Desk some more when, instead, he was distracted by someone loudly hushing him from the side. His head snapped over, eyes narrowing.
"You ******** shush "
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" As if, I wouldn't be caught dead attending one of these miserable shows of bottomfeeding desperation if there wasn't something it in for me. " He hissed, barely maintaining some vague appearance of control - everything about him from his facial expression to the way he was gripping the table so hard his knuckles shown white said he was about .2 seconds away from losing his temper.
And then it happened.
The familiar tug of his tail getting caught on something. He didn't even have to look down to know what it was. "ARE YOU ******** KIDDING ME " At once, seemingly without warning, he exploded, standing as he prepared to literally flip the table at Sirius in an attempt to free himself from the clutches of this terrible tail-nabbing monster.
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"There is something in it for you. Devouring the soul of a mortal to keep your ha-" The world froze as his tail was tugged, body tightening before all he saw was red "YOU ******** PIECE OF s**t I SAID STOP "
All attempt to have a nice evening was ruined as Sirius mirrored Des' movement, grabbing the table with the full intention to flip it over Des and finally receive the freedom he rightfully deserved. Instead, without warning, the table lifted fully due to their combined effort. Sirius' impressive height over Des ultimately won, as the table began to tip in air towards the poor purple man on his other side.
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This was not his best idea, honestly. Okay, it was probably on his Top 5 Bad Ideas that he should try to forget later on if they ever invented brain bleach. Of course the table tipped in his direction. Of course it was heavier than he'd initially thought. He ended up toppling over with a string of curses so obscene it might even make a seasoned sailor blush.. He hit the ground with a thud - and barely had enough time to brace himself before the table landed right on top of him.
If it were even possible, his rage doubled as he attempted to shove the thing off of himself, tail thrashing wildly as he hissed.
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What was that about height?! As much as Desk bitched, it had worked pretty ******** well for Sirius. He watched the howling beast under the table, his lip quirking as he just stared at the wriggling mess, noting how people began to evacuate and refuse to help the swearing terror. He couldn't help it as a laugh bubbled from his throat, erupting into hysteric laughter as he bent over, slapping his knees violently.
"Oh my Nine, look at you." He laughed, safe from the little monster for now. "Should I leave you to rot? Oh, looks like everyone left after your display. I could just ditch you "
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Oh, lovely - as if his day couldn't get any worse. he attempted to shove the thing off of him, but the angle at which it was stuck left it stuck on top of him. Panic immediately set in - coupled with Sirius' laughing and his suggestion of leaving him like that, he snapped. Regardless of the fact that he was perfectly safe - albeit trapped under a table - his brain decided that it was survival time and kicked him into panic mode. He struggled with the table again, though the more he panicked, the less he was able to actually control his limbs long enough to do anything useful with them--
"gET THIS THING OFF--"
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This was just too good . He cackled, stepping backwards towards the door. "And what if I just leave the little devil?" He snorted, opening the door just a tad, allowing to creak before he closed it, quiet as a mouse. His Flitterat had slipped into his pocket, somehow snoozing away despite the drama unfolding.
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Oh Nine. Oh Nine he was gone - he'd left him like that - trapped under the table - no escape, literally unable to do anything about it. The room was lit up but he could have sworn that it was getting dark in here. His breathing hitched as he tried to calm himself down - nothing good would come of this if he kept panicking -- nothing good at all. In an effort to curb the oncoming panic attack before it started, he went limp, and stared directly overhead, eyes focused on one of the lights. Just watch the light. Everything would be okay-- someone would get him eventually, right? He'd be okay... right??
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Suddenly, it was quiet. The flailing, cursing, all of it stopped. Sirius froze, hand hovering over the door knob. Did he.... did he just die? Did the ******** shi- Deskri just die? Panic leapt in his throat as he took a quiet step closer. Oh god. He was a murderer. This little ******** s**t wasn't worth jail time. THAT and ******** with him was far more fun then being blamed for his ******** death. Oh Nine. Oh Nine .
"Deskri!" He snapped, hurriedly approaching the table. Unlike a civil person, who would have lifted it, he used his raw power to kick the desk off Deskri, immediately kneeling down to pull the man up. Then, he froze, seeing very open eyes.
"...... I thought you died "
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Calm down, calm down, calm down -- he repeated the two words over and over and over and over again in his mind just trying to stave off what he thought was, at this point, an inevitable attack but then--... suddenly -- the table went flying. He hadn't even registered that Sirius had returned until he was being pulled up and stared at. Was he... Was he frightened?
'I thought you died'
He blinked, slowly, very slowly, coming out of the near trance he'd attempted to put himself into and just... stared at him.
"I was staving off a panic attack you ******** lunatic "
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He had been shocked out of his anger, wide eyes staring down at the smaller man, his hands trembling. Abruptly, he released Deskri, flinching backwards slightly before looking slowly over the man. Not crushed. Alive. Alive and still very angry. Oh thank Nine. Ohgod he was here. Sirius' hands trembled as a flash of his mother flickered into his memory. He almost was her; a killer. Panic swelled before the little man before him cut back into his memory.
"I-I'm sorry." He stammered, the cold fear from before catching him off-guard, lessening the flaming rage he had, just seconds ago, felt. "Are you okay? I- can you breathe? I....?" His hands raised slightly as he seemed completely baffled with what he was experiencing, wishing to the Nine he could just channel that ******** rage again.
He thought Des was dead. ********/>- - - -
He breathed in, still trying to steady himself before falling off the edge anyway-- being free didn't mean his anxiety was magically going to go away. The person who'd put him in that position was still here after all. He didn't bother answering immediately, instead holding the sides of his head as he curled his legs up against his chest. Small. Safe. The room is still bright. He kept his eyes wide open, staring around the room as if to make sure it was all there -- only then did he respond.
"I'm fine. Just give me a moment to ******** calm down. " He came off quite a bit more snappish than he'd intended too -- honestly if he weren't on the brink he would have appreciated the sudden change but there was only so much his mind could process at one time. Someone else's feelings were not exactly high on his priority list
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Sirius jerked right away when the snap was given, hands raised. ********, okay, give him space. Give the almost dead Deskri space. His face looked absolutely terrified as he watched Deskri, hands raised right in the air in an attempt to show he was harmless. Not a murderer. Not his mother. Here he was, behaving. He was good, right? He didn't ******** up royally right? Things were okay now, right? Right?
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He rocked himself for a moment, making his body aware that it was indeed capable for moving on its own -- the motion also helped calm him in the past and it seemed to work now... After a few moments he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.. Alright. He was fine -- heart rate normal, shakiness gone, queasy feeling gone... He opened his eyes and looked to Sirius, fully prepared to launch right back into his ager but-- stopped.
He looked terrified. He blinked, not really sure how to react to that-- what... what had prompted that expression? He averted his gaze, then pushed himself up to his feet. ".......i'm fine."
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Sirius watched carefully, noting the rocking. How bad had he scared Deskri? Sure, he had been furious, but he wanted anger. Rage. Not... this. He didn't want to make someone feel so.... small. So scared. This was him, he caused this. When Deskri seemed to return to reality and lock his eyes on him he flinched, hands raising again to show that, hey, he wasn't going to throw anymore tables or trap anyone else. No. He was good now. He was better.
'I'm being good, please'
The little voice in the back of his head died the second Deskri stood up, Sirius following. He awkwardly almost offered to help, hands moving before jerking away as an abrupt fear of breaking the smaller man surfaced. He already ******** up once, don't do it again. Sirius just stood there, trembling hands shoving into his pockets, making room for the sleeping Flitterat.
"Good...." He mumbled, unsure what else to.... say. Their encounters had always been screaming. Now what? He almost... preferred the screaming. This was uncharted territory. Deskri was an actual living being now, and ********, that was uncomfortable.
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He eyed his hands- having gotten within his line of vision before being jerked back, as if he'd second guessed his attempt to be nice. Was it niceness, or guilt? Did he not want to get tattled on or was he legitimately feeling bad about the table and threats to leave? He couldn't tell- he'd just been some irritating giant before this - now he was... Still irritating and giant but possibly a person that could be more than just annoying and angry. He wasn't really sure how to handle that. What would Tengu say?
'Thank him.'
For what, kicking the table off? He supposed... he could do that. He eyed him for a moment, gaze narrowed as he measured exactly how much of him seemed genuinely remorseful and how much seemed fake--..... None of it, honestly. "......Thanks."
There. He'd done the polite thing. Thanked him for getting the table off. Could he go back to being angry, now? Anger was so much easier to deal with.
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Sirius had begun to stare at the ground, feeling eyes on him. Please stop. Don't look. Don't notice. Please. Scream. Be angry. Forget the fear Sirius showed. Please.
Sirius had almost missed the word Deskri uttered, head slowly raising. Thanks? For what? What did he do? Help him? After, what, sending him into a panic attack? There was nothing to thank. Sirius had ******** up. He almost, no, he had sent someone into a panic attack. He had frightened the man so much. Frightened. He didn't want to be someone to fear. Someone to hate, sure. He lived off that. But fear? It left his chest cold. Weak. Trembling.
"'orry." He croaked, unable to fully speak the word at first. Emphasize, Sirius. That's what his mother would say. "Sorry." He chanced a glance, tendrils flicking lowly. "The table, thing. I'm sorry. You're... okay?" Genuine worry touched his voice, shame following. Yell at him. Please. He needed this. He didn't know how to bare himself any further. Did people do this? Daily? Apologize and express themselves? It was horrible. Ugly and horrible.
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This was uncomfortable. Incredibly uncomfortable. Could he leave, now? Go home and lay in bed for the rest of the day? Ava would just have to deal with him canceling his classes- she should have expected that much anyway when she made this offer in the first place. Ooh he would have to let her have it later - she'd inadvertently caused this mess by setting them up. It was ridiculous. She knew they didn't get along and would likely end up screaming at each other even at an event like this - so why had she done it?
He was brought out of his momentary distraction by the question - was he okay? He looked down at himself, then back to Sirius and nodded. "I'm fine." The third time he uttered that sentence, but it wasn't a lie. He was shaken, yes, but fine.
'Ask him if he's fine~
He looks terrified.
Or just lay into him, he d e s e r v e s it'
He rubbed at his head a little, brushing his headmate's words aside. Now was not the time to get distracted by that nonsense. It had a nice habit of contradicting itself anyway. Though, he supposed the first suggestion had its merit with how terrified Sirius seemed. "Are you okay."
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Was he okay? Sirius' head cocked back, shaking slightly in alarm. What? Why wouldn't he be? "Of course I am." He blurted, tendrils fluttering nervously. "I didn't get.... hurt." He trailed off, voice lowering at the last word. 'Hurt'. Awful. Gross. His spine shivered as he realized that the table really could have hurt Deskri. For as much as the man barked, he was small, and that table could have landed wrong on his chest.
God
Sirius shuffled, looking back down. Was he okay? That stuck in his head, confusing to the core. Why would Deskri ask that? Did it even matter? He shifted backwards, giving Deskri more space. It was late... shouldn't they.... go home? Forget about this? Forget there was a moment of sincerity between them? Go back to their routine?
Something in his stomach doubted they could easily do that.
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His expression flatlined into one of unamusement, but he supposed he should have expected that answer. He probably was hurt - or, well, he would be if he were capable of feeling that but for now he felt a pleasant burn across where the table had initially hit. He'd have to look at it later - in private. He may not suffer from the rot in particular but he did have a more... litch-like body than most other litch-demon hybrids.
"Good." He shrugged, then straightened himself out. Now what. Should he leave? He had nothing more to say. Sirius had apologized. He'd accepted it. They'd checked in with each other... his mental checklist of "how to properly resolve an issue" seemed complete -- which mean there was no reason to stick around anymore. Good. He cleared his throat, not really sure how to go about the departure--
"I'm going home."
Well. That did it.
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'I'm going home.'
Oh deities yes. His tendrils flickered as relief washed through him. It was over. This hell was over. Back to home they went. Back to ******** work they'd go. Their routine would continue. They'd hate each other once more. Perfect. Wonderful. Fantastic. He wanted to send a snide response. Something about dumpsters, or returning to the trash Des belonged to, and yet he just.... couldn't. He was worn down, exhausted from the emotional episode he had just gone through. Shrugging absently, Sirius took this as permission to leave, and boy, did he bolt. Right out the door he went, refusing to look back. He had his rat, good. Fantastic.
Now he didn't want to think about Deskri for the rest of the damn night.
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Well then. There he went. Deskri sighed to himself, rubbing at his face for a moment with both hands before he pulled out his phone to text Tengu that he would be spending the rest of the day at home - they could do their lunch thing there if he still wanted. He then headed on out, fully intending to go curl up in bed.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 3:54 am
Chapter Three: Field Trips Suck It had been several weeks since The Incident, and Sirius had taken to literally fleeing the room whenever he entered it. At first he thought this was amusing. Then it became annoying. The rat still kept showing up in his house - he was still convinced Sirius was doing it, so it only made the constant, sudden departures all the more aggravating. But whatever, he could deal with that.
What he couldn't deal with was this stupid field trip he'd been roped into. Not only were they away from familiar scenery, he had to share a room with someone else. That someone else, as it turned out to be, was Sirius. Of course. Why wouldn't it be? Aggravated he shoved the door open, half tempted to erase Sirius' name from the plaque on it. Seeing that he wasn't in yet, he stomped over to the bed farthest from the door and then tossed his things onto it. Now what. Trapped in a room with that infuriating man and he'd have to deal with it for at least a week. This was stupid.
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Sirius had not been amused, and most likely would have bitched the ear off Ava the second he heard about his rooming arrangements. Luckily, she had been smart and the two hadn't discovered the other was on the trip until they were miles from the academy. And she wasn't picking her phone up. He stood infront of the door, heart fluttering as the man thoroughly remembered almost killing Deskri. There was a reason he was avoiding, and now here they were, about to sleep in the same ******** room. How was that remotely okay?
"Suck it the ******** up." He whispered under his breath as he opened the door, immediately spotting Deskri. Oh, wonderful, he was already here and had claimed a bed. Well, at least that avoided that argument. He threw his s**t on the first bed, flopping onto it and slowly, deliberately, focusing on removing his shoes. Don't make eye contact. Don't talk. Get this s**t over with....
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Oh great. The door opened. He turned to look back at Sirius as he came in, looking pissed off as usual. Well. Usual from before The Incident but he supposed this was almost a welcome change in attitude. Now what. He finished unpacking his things - which were few in number... one of them being a plush toy Tengu had give him that he hurriedly tucked under the blankets and out of sight. No reason for Sirius to know he slept with it....
He glanced back at the other hybrid, not sure what to do now. The others were taking care of dinner and babysitting... which left them with nothing to do for the time being. Lovely.
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He felt the eyes on him briefly, slipping his shoes off with ease and shoving his suitcase to the floor. Good. He'd unpack later. Or.... not. He'd just need to place them back in there, anyway, so why even bother? All he really needed were his toothbrush and showering supplies for tonight, and that he could get out later. He could hear Deskri shuffling, probably moving a few things around and settling. Great. This was ******** awful.
Should he say something? Insult him? Run away? He'd just have to come back here.... or he could sleep in the lounge. Or kick a student out and force them to sleep here. He could care less if Ava threw a fit in the end; she CAUSED this.
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Nine. What was he doing? He wasn't even unpacking -- that probably meant that he had every intention of not actually staying here. Good. If he got a room to himself it'd be even better - he had a feeling he was going to have a fit later anyway which he really... REALLY did not want to do in front of his nemesis. Yes... Nemesis.... that worked fine enough as a title for him.
He sat down on the bed, not sure what to do now. He'd unpacked the things he needed to pretend this was his own home - so there wasn't any fidgeting with the room left to do... Gods.
"You better not be a ********. He'd spoken without thinking. WHY did his filter have to malfunction NOW of all times?
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His head tilted slightly to the side as Deskri spoke, body tensing. What? Who? Him? He cocked his head closer for Deskri to see an eye, a frown appearing.
"I'm sure you'll be the one waking me up with your snores." He grumbled half heartily. ********, just looking at the smaller man reminded him of the time he almost literally crushed him. He jerked his head back, fumbling with the blanket he had began to lift to place his feet under. ********. Don't respond. Don't respond. Shut up. Go away.
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Oh, so he could speak. He rolled his eyes, realizing Sirius was settling in to sleep. WELL THEN. So much for the freedom of having his own room. Ugh. He glared at him for a moment before deciding he might as well mimic him -- maybe the others would forget to fetch them for dinner and he could just sleep for the rest of the night.
Maybe.
"I don't ******** snore. "He retorted as he made himself comfortable. He neglected to add, 'I wake up screaming,' but it wasn't like Sirius needed to know that. Ever. He wiggled into place, then eyed the nightlight he'd brought along... he didn't always need it, but... would he, tonight?
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"For someone who yips as much as you do, I'd be surprise if you didn't. " Sirius quipped back in irritation. Holy s**t, would Des ever stop? He left him alone for weeks, the ******** was his problem? Yet, he didn't dive completely into the fray, instead nestling under the covers fully clothed. He wasn't sure if sleep was about to happen, really, but a nap? A nap sounded ******** nice after the evening of hell he had been through. All the screaming kids. The incessant parents demanding he take the best care of their sniveling brats. Why the hell was he here again?
Whatever. ******** this. He screwed his eyes shut, hand fumbling before finally finding his lamp and turning it off. He didn't care what the hell Deskri did, as long as he stayed silent. Hopefully, tonight would go peacefully. Hopefully... Sirius wouldn't do that s**t he did in his sleep at times. ********, if Deskri caught him crying or screaming in his sleep.... maybe he might actually reconsider the whole murder thing.
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"Oh shut up. " He hissed in response, then shut off his light in a fit of stubbornness.... then immediately regretted his choice. This... was not good. A dark, unfamiliar room with a man he really didn't like, or trust, in a strange place, mILES away from anything remotely like home... Yeah, this was not going to be a good night.
He shifted to lie on his back, staring up at the ceiling he couldn't see. This was okay. He'd just... Not sleep! Yeah. That would do it. He'd just... get used to the darkness of the room and tomorrow night he'd sleep. It was only day two... he could go another without it.. But Nine, the kids... He'd expect to be on top of everything. Ugh... what to do, what to do....
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And shut up he'd gladly do. He couldn't help but roll his eyes, hissing softly between his teeth. He couldn't wait to go back to work (for once) and give Ava a piece of his mind. Whatever ******** game she was playing he wasn't having it, and dear Nine was he going to let her know.
Surprisingly, sleep came fast. Perhaps it was the exhaustion from before or the pure rage that had soothed into a heavy burden, but soon Sirius was breathing softly, lost in the land of sleep and abandoning Deskri into the realm of dreams.
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Alright. This was okay. He could do this. Mmhm. Sirius seemed to be asleep... he chewed at his lip, considering his options... outside people were passing by, on their way to dinner... someone opened the door to fetch them, but noticed the darkness of the room and quickly shut the door again. Oh Gods. There went the dinner invitation that might've spared him from this dark hell for an hour or so. He was, of course, too stubborn to just get up anyway.
He swallowed, looking around the room as nervousness set in - despite the droopiness of his eyelids. No, no no... please no. He could totally go one more--- and he was out, sleep taking over with a heavy thud on his consciousness... how foolish to thing he could go three days with no issues...
He was asleep for all of an hour before the nightmare set in-- he sat upright with a panicked yelp, eyes wide with terror as he realized that he still couldn't see. Immediately he began fumbling about, looking for a light source -- something, anything to make the darkness go away - he couldn't be trapped in there again, oh Nine please no. In his panic, his tail thrashed about, freeing itself from the blankets to knock a few things over. He was shaking too hard to turn the light on once he found it, which earned a frightened whine as he fumbled with the switch.
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He had been sound asleep, and for awhile Sirius didn't stir. He didn't make a sound or even sputter in his sleep. Of course, as he expected, it didn't last long, for suddenly he was awoken by a yelp, things crashing, and a whine. At first, he was convinced the world was falling apart. An earthquake, maybe? No.... then why were things falling...
Deskri
He sat up straight, brain immediately flashing to the time Deskri stopped moving. Panic swelled as he flicked his eyes (which had yet to adjust) towards where Deskri's bed was, tendrils fluttering nervously.
"What are-" He cut off as he heard the fumbling with the switch, eyes narrowing. Why couldn't he flip the switch? Had something happened? Was he hurt? What the hell happened while he was asleep? The blue man leaned over, swatting Deskri's hand from the switch and flicking it on, revealing.... a very frightened looking man.
"Wha- what are you doing?" He sputtered, taken aback by the shaking man before him. What the hell just happened?
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A hand touched his -- he recoiled, emitting another quiet, panicked sound. Tengu wasn't here, was he? Oh Nine, was he really back in that room? Was all of this just a drea--- the light turned on, illuminating Sirius and the rest of the room nearby. He breathed in, wide eyes glancing around as he started to make out what the room looked like. It wasn't that room. He wasn't trapped in there--... He looked back to Sirius, blinking in bewildered confusion before he realized what he'd asked.
Oh Gods. How should he explain himself..?
"........Nightmare." He finally managed to explain, in a simple word. He'd never live this down, oh Nine...
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There was hesitation. For a second he wasn't sure what to say. Sure, the thought to mock Deskri arose, especially after earlier, when Deskri mentioned snoring. Instead, he was caught off-guard by the expression given to him, throat tightening. It reminded him of how he felt on the nights nightmares plagued him, and for the second time he felt the horrible realization that, again, Deskri had become a person in-front of him. ********. ********. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. s**t.
"Oh." He mumbled, lost as he tried to rack his brain. What now? Did.... Did Deskri need to.... talk about it? Was he going to be okay? If Sirius asked, would Deskri spit in his face more acidic venom? To be fair, Sirius and Deskri were both at fault for their relationship. He wasn't about to deny that or put the blame entirely on Deskri.
"..... Are you... okay?"
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He swallowed, still trying to calm himself down. He was thankful at least that he hadn't made fun of him for his answer. He honestly could, he'd given him a hard time earlier about snoring and then woke them both up screaming. He rubbed at his head, then nervously wrung his hands together, mind racing a million miles a second. Was he okay? ...Was he? He looked down at himself as if he were checking to see if he were real, and then nodded slowly>
"Y-..yeah... I'm okay..." He swallowed, then slowly looked back to Sirius, eyes still wide. He should apologize. That's what people did, right? He apologized to Tengu in the past when he woke up this way... "Sorry...."
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Sirius blinked back at the apology. What? For what? Freaking him the ******** out? Sirius jerked his head back, shaking it slightly. "It's fine." And, really, it was. How many nightmares did he have on his own? How many times did he wake up, alone, screaming? He shrugged it off absently, glancing over Des before shifting so he was properly sitting up.
"Uh." Uh. Really? His tendrils rolled in embarrassment as he jerked his head to grab the menu by the table, yanking it up. "Since we're awake, and I'm ******** starving.... room.... service?"
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He blinked, watching him with what could be considered nervousness bordering on fear. At least he didn't seem angry. Just... unsure of how to deal with the situation. Not that Des could blame him, he wouldn't know how to deal with it if anyone but Tengu woke up this way. He adjusted his position, sitting upright, leaning back against the wall with his legs brought up to his chest, tail curled around front. This position always felt the safest...
"Room service...?" He repeated back with a slight question, as if he was having trouble with what that meant... a moment later he nodded - brain finally grasping it. "S-sure....... what... what do they have?" Gods, he was sure he wasn't going to be able to read that menu right now - he hoped desperately that Sirius would just rattle off some items rather than hold it out for him to take. He wasn't sure he could handle feeling much more shame.
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And rattle Sirius did. Either he guessed the other was unable to comprehend the words on the paper, or perhaps he took into consideration how he felt when he had these kind of nights. Either way, Sirius took pity upon the other and began to list off food, clicking his tongue whenever he came across something disgusting, such as gravy fries or carrot stew. Gross. Watch Des like that s**t....
Eventually, he tossed the menu unceremoniously to the side, nodding towards the hybrid with an arched eyebrow.
"So." He muttered, using nails to comb through his slightly tangled hair. "I'm paying. What do you want?"
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Oh, thank the Nine. He listened, trying to pick out any foods he knew he would be able to stomach.... Most of them seemed downright disgusting - several of which Sirius seemed to disprove of as well. He could focus on that - a shared disgust for something - make him more like a person. Once he was done listing them off, Des shifted a little, thinking.... He didn't want regular food. He wanted comfort food.
"....Brownie sundae. No whipped cream or cherry." He blinked, then slid his eyes off towards his things on the table at the foot of his bed. "....I'll buy it. You don't have to."
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His eyebrow quirked and mouth tightened. No. Relax. Don't ******** question it.
"....Alright." Don't start telling Des what he should and shouldn't eat. Why the ******** would he care, anyway? That, and Sirius drank coffee by the gallons.... He was going to argue back about payment, but he was too damn tired to start another battle. Fine. Whatever.
"Okay. Give me a second." He grabbed the phone, rolling onto his side as he grabbed the menu once more, scanned it, and punched in the numbers.
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Judgment. He knew that look. He braced for a snide remark, but when none came, he wasn't really sure how to take it... He scooted himself down along the bed until he could reach his wallet, then pulled some cash out. He then scooted on back to the head of the bed, where he held out his hand for Sirius to take the money. Hopefully he'd just... take it and not do anything else. Like throw a table at him. Or something, who knew. Was the phone cord long enough to reach the bed? Anxiously he curled himself into a tighter ball, just waiting for something to go wrong.
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Sirius accepted the money as he mumbled an order over the phone, barely noticing as Deskri curled up on the bed. He was busy trying his damnedest to understand what the hell the person on the phone was saying. This was why he hated the phone. Everyone came out garbled and..... nonsensical. Like Deskri. He smirked absently at the sassy thought, giving a curt grunt when the conversation on the phone was over. When he heard the click, he tossed it back into place, eyes swiveling to glance at the other man before he scooted away, creating a larger distance between the two. What? Was Deskri going back to bed? After he made him order that s**t?
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He flinched as soon as the phone left his hand - half expecting it to come flying at him despite knowing full well that it wasn't even pointed in his direction. Thankfully, it didn't. He relaxed again, or at least as much as he could given his current state of mind. Sirius seemed to be... thinking? About something? He knew he was staring but he needed to gauge how the other man was going to behave - what he was going to do next. He didn't want to leave the bed immediately - there was a wall behind him that provided some kind of comfort, and the softness (well....) of the mattress reminded him that this room was different than the one he'd spent so many years locked in.
"...what?" He finally asked, tone flat - clearly guarded.
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What? Sirius' tail lashed as, for a second, hot anger poured into his veins. He hadn't said s**t, so what was with his tone? Somehow, he managed to bury it, head turning to the side and flicking towards the TV. ********, not even that could drown the tension in the room.
"Nothing." He mumbled, though for a second he wanted to scream. What the hell was the flinching for? Why the ******** did it seem like he was the bad guy? Deskri tried to throw the table, too. His eye twitched as he remembered the familiar feeling of terror he had when the smaller man had gone limp, shoulders tensing. ********. He hated this. This was stupid. Uncomfortable. Suffocating. He hated Ava more than anything right now for doing this to him.
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He was irritated. Well, then again, he was always irritated. The only reason it bothered him now was because of how on edge he was at the moment. He glanced at the TV, following Sirius's gaze... did he want o put it on? Would the white noise help? ...No, probably not. It would just remind him of the times they turned on the TV, just loud enough for him and Tengu to hear - but wouldn't acknowledge their presence. He shuddered, rubbing at his head with one hand...
"......Thank you." Would that ease the tension? Make him not be so irritated?? He wasn't even really sure what he was thanking him for, but if put on the spot he could come up with something, he was sure.
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'Thank you'
Sirius' head snapped over in alarm, tendrils jerking as he seemed genuinely unsure what to say. Thank you for what? Not killing Deskri this time? Buying him food? What had he done to warrant this? The hybrid was at a lost, slowly turning back to look at the TV for a brief second. Rarely did anyone thank him, mostly because he didn't associate with others and he was horrifically grumpy. He wasn't someone who was easily thanked, really. Shrugging, the hybrid gave a faint smile, a brief attempt at some form of a truce before it wiped clean.
"..... Welcome. Uh," Wow, good job, stuttering in-front of "the enemy".
"Do you.... watch anything?"
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Oh Nine. That look. He eyed him warily, trying to figure out what he was thinking... did... did he smile? It was there, for a brief second, he was sure of it. Was that good? Or was that a 'I'm totally going to kill you later when you go back to sleep' smile? Gods he wished he knew which it was.
The question brought him out of his makeshift pity-party. Did he watch anything... "No..." He shook his head. "You can turn on whatever." He shrugged, then mentally kicked himself. Of course he could turn on whatever he wanted. He was a grown man. And he had the remote. It wasn't like Des was going to do anything about that.
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"Okay..." Anything? Sirius was about to fake having interest in sports or the history channel when, internally, he hissed '******** it'. Whatever. If Des said s**t about what he liked to watch then he'd say s**t about the nightmares. It seemed a fair deal.
So, on the TV went and immediately he switched to the cartoons channel. Leave him alone. He had a stressful life, okay? He dealt with tiny little monsters in the form of little Nightmares, and a blue Headmistress who liked to ensure he would turn grey early. He liked his toons, okay?
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Cartoons. He blinked... he hadn't really expected cartoons out of all of the options. Maybe sports... or perhaps some animal show since Sirius seemed to be obsessed with familiars... But cartoons were fine. After a few moments of it being on, he found himself relaxing slightly, muscles loosening until he was no longer curled up as small as he possibly could be. Eventually he scooted forward a little on the bed until he was near the edge of it and then changed his position so that his legs were pretzeled, tail nestled into his lap.
The nice thing about the TV was that it drew him in. Completely and totally. If a screen was on, he was watching - regardless of what was on. That was mostly why he wasn't a big TV watcher.
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Sirius wasn't trying to look at Deskri. No, really. The last thing he wanted was to look at the spawn of satan themselves, but he couldn't help but roll his eyes to watch the full grown man wiggle closer to the TV like a child. He also couldn't help the tiny snort of amusement that left him, or the tiny grin. Really. Out of all the things that could reveal Deskri was, indeed, a legitimate Nightmare, it was TV? For the longest time he had begun to think Deskri was a robot. An angry, tiny, assholic little robot.
This wasn't too bad. Maybe. Hopefully Deskri wouldn't start hissing at him like a feral cat again, but for now? This was nice. Two full grown men watching cartoons in a hotel room, pretending like tomorrow wouldn't be an entire day babysitting students as they gawked over stupid field trip s**t and probably got lost. Right now, this was nice.
The knock at the door alerted the blue man, causing the hybrid to roll over and off the bed, briskly heading to the door and accepting the tray of food. "Hey." He called, kicking the door shut behind him before placing the tray on his bed. "Eat this."
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Des was completely lost to the world- golden eyes focused on the TV. With each passing minute, he seemed to relax more and more, as if he hadn't been a small bundle of nerves a few minutes before. He didn't notice Sirius staring at him - or the small smile the man wore once he realized that while... yes, Deskri was a small, angry little a*****e, he was indeed a person with more to him that feral cat hisses and death glares delivered from the safety of the other side of a room.
He blinked as Sirius got up to answer the door-- his passing in front of the TV was the only thing that brought him out of his trance. He stared at him, almost starting to tense up again but the presence of the sundae on his bed brought him ease. He reached over and picked it up, settling it into his lap. "...you didn't get anything?" He glanced up at Sirius, then picked up his spoon and examined the sundae. It was... decent enough for hotel food, anyway. He was pretty sure he could make better.
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Sirius flushed a bluer color. Honestly? No. He was going to order something, but he been a tad more worried about Deskri. He did get a simple hot chocolate, which he held firmly in his hands. But food? No. It seemed Deskri needed food more than he had, and Sirius was very prone to skipping dinner.
"I got this." He answered, raising the cup and, teasingly, making a gesture to toast with Des before pulling it back to sip it. "They don't serve coffee at night, so this will have to do."
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Well... he supposed he had the cocoa, so... Des nodded, and then dug in to the sundae. Okay, so it wasn't as bad tasting as it was bad looking. His tail uncurled from his lap and swayed softly in a display of approval. Mmn, brownies. Truly the best way to recover from a nightmare. The only way, really. "Wouldn't coffee just keep you up or are you immune to it now?" He watched him for a moment, then returned to the sundae. Yesss, sweet fudge goodness. Now if only it had some walnuts in it - it would be perfect.
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What. The. ********. He watched the tail sway, eyebrow raising as he used the cup to block his smile. There. Now he could effectively do what he did; hide behind a cup.
"Yes and no." He murmured. "The reason I drink more than six cups a day is because I've built an immunity to some point. I need more to keep me awake." He shrugged, watching the tail before jerking his head to the TV. Stupid tiny man being stupid with his stupid tail. Stupid. Not cute. Stupid.
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He was, of course, oblivious to his own tail's clear display of happiness. The more he ate, the more it swayed, curling into a nice little spiral as he neared the halfway point. He might even forget that he even had the nightmare at this rate. There were cartoons on, he had a good sundae... and Sirius wasn't being a complete asshat. Good. He might even text Tengu to tell him that he'd figured out (well, Sirius had inadvertently discovered it but he wasn't going to fess up to that) a new way to come down from a nightmare-induced panic attack. Cartoons.
"Ah.." He eyed him again, then looked back to the TV, zoning out for a good few minutes. "You don't sleep then..?" To him, he'd followed up only a breath's time after his last question - though it was honestly more like an entire minute later.
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Did he sleep? Sirius paused as he eyed the cartoon, shrugging. Not really. Not lately. Sleeping meant nightmares. He much rather survive on coffee and a nap every three days, even if his students despised him for it.
"I try not to." He murmured back, surprisingly open to the conversation. For now. "Sleeping isn't very good for my health, it seems." He shrugged, eyes flicking to watch that tail again. Nine, did that thing ever stop? Soon he was sure it would knock a lamp over.
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Not sleeping was something he could sympathize with... Something he could... maybe see Sirius as an actual person with. Provided he was willing to be seen that way and didn't ******** it up by being a complete moronic a*****e. He finished off the last of his sundae, tail drooping in his momentarily disappointment that it was over. Darn.
He set the tray aside on the nightstand, and then looked back to the TV. "I get that." He commented dryly, not daring to make eye contact. It wasn't as if Sirius wouldn't know that but... "...It's not very good for mine, either." He shrugged, then pretzeled his legs again and then pulled his tail back into his lap. No more sad, droopy display over the loss of his sundae.
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Sirius saw the tail. Deskri better not think he didn't. For a second he considered questioning it. Maybe even tease, but he sensed that was a bad choice. Ruin the semi-peaceful mood, great idea. Instead, he had a better idea. Discussing food had left him feeling rather empty as of late, and he was sure he could keep the little monster happy if he provided the goods.
"I'll be back." He muttered, setting his cup down and grabbing his shoes before slipping them on, nudging the door open. He held it open for just a second, tilting his head back to nod towards the hybrid. "Try not and set the room on fire or something." Aha. An attempt at a joke. He slipped into the hall before the smaller hybrid could manage a retort.
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He blinked, watching as Sirius got up and started putting his shoes on... where was he going? Why all of a sudden? Weren't they having a conversation? Ugh, so much for attempting to be nice. Clearly, that was overrated. He rolled his eyes at the joke, and was going to retort, but the door was closed before he could think of one. Well fine then. He looked around the room, as if he suddenly realized that Sirius being gone meant he was alone.
Crap. He leaned back on his bed to find the plush toy that Tengu had given him so long ago, and then pulled it into his lap. He'd just... hurriedly get rid of it when he heard Sirius coming back in. That was all. Yeah. The plush would just be a substitute for another person.
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Sirius wasn't gone long. Ten minutes top. By the time he was climbing the stairs (because he hadn't done his morning workout, he might as well get it in now) he had two sundaes in his hands. No doubt Deskri was either asleep or still staring at the TV. Was this a stupid idea? It was. He could just throw them in the trash...... say he went out for air. Wait, too late, he was in-front of the door.....
Nudging the door open, he didn't quite notice Deskri immediately.
"Hey. Look what I go-" Pause. He noticed. "......Got. Guess which one is yours." Don't mention the plushie. Don't do it.
- - - - -<********. He froze up, eyes locking on Sirius for a moment before he just. Grabbed the plush and stuffed it under the blanket - all without looking away from his face. Yep. He'd been caught. Red-handed like some homesick little freshling needing a toy to provide comfort... Okay, that basically was what he was using it for but Sirius didn't need to know that. He really didn't need to know that.
"Uh."
He averted his gaze from Sirius's face to his hands--... Two sundaes? One without whipped cream or cherry? He blinked, instinctively perking up as his posture straightened out and his tail rose up again to full attention. "The plain one?"
Well, he did say to guess. He was feeling a little... literal.
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Sirius tried so hard not to watch Deskri, he really did, but he couldn't help but witness the display. An eyebrow raised as he tried his hardest not to comment. Cute. Something cute had been in Deskri's lap, and it took half a minute to register that it had actually happened. Okay. Move on. He was sure if Deskri hid it then that was a 'don't ******** comment' zone.
At the correct guess (and tail perk) he flashed a brief smirk. "Maaaaybe." s**t. Stop that. Deskri probably was going to snip something in response. Whatever. He set the sundae on Deskri's bed before crawling into his own, noting the tail once more. In the future he'd need to keep an eye on that thing; it clearly indicated Deskri's mood better than words did.
"Good you didn't pick this one." His own sundae had whipped cream, caramel drizzled on top, cherries, and marshmallows. What? He was a sugar tooth when he allowed himself to actually eat unhealthy food for once.
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Oh good, he wasn't going to comment on it. He was so relieved he didn't even make a snide remark about the teasing, although honestly... It was a bit of a relief to have that sort of thing happen... It meant he was seen as a person and not some scared little kid or something. He watched as Sirius set his sundae down. Tail still perked, he scooted over to grab it, then moved back into place. He got himself comfortable, and then dug in again - tail immediately swaying in that happy pattern again. This one was even better. He glanced over at Sirius's sundae and resisted a face. "Definitely not." He shook his head. "Can't stand whipped cream." He shuddered, just thinking of the gagging that would happen if he tried to eat it.
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Sirius didn't comment on the last sentence. He, on the other hand, loved whipped cream. If the kids found out they ate ice-cream for dinner, oh man. They'd be begging Ava to let them do the same. Here were two fully grown adults, chaperoning a field trip and eating ice-cream for dinner. A+ adults right here.
"Number one rule about mornings with me." He mumbled, deciding now was best to warn Deskri. Less arguing, hopefully. "Don't speak to me until I've had two cups of coffee."
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He quirked a brow - the more of his sundae he had, the more alive he felt. Which was good. He could be a little more talkative -- a little more agreeable. Tengu would like that.. even if he was sure that Tengu would not approve of his choice of dinners but.. He never was a healthy eater anyway. Enjoy the little things while you can, right? This was a little thing he happened to enjoy very much.
He quirked a brow slightly as Sirius started speaking. Number one? Did that mean there was more? How was he supposed to remember these...? Should he write them down? ********. He looked around for something to write with and just... well... there wasn't anything readily available. Oh, memory, don't fail him now. Two cups of coffee- and then talking. Okay. He could do that...?
"....Rule two?"
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"Rule two," He paused, actually chancing a smile that Deskri might be able to see. "Don't start our daily arguing until those cups of coffee are in. I have less of a filter and can't think. I don't want to-"
Suddenly, he shut up, swallowing nervously as his heart fluttered at the memory. ********, that again. "To throw a table or something."
And there the cup of coco went, right in-front of his face once more.
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A smile. Gods, it was like he had other emotions aside from freaked out or pissed off. Well, he supposed it was good that he did... He could... try to focus on the other stuff. He took another bite of his brownie to stop himself from also smiling a little, since it seemed the mood was supposed to be "amused" now. Ah. Daily arguing. So was this a game to him? The fighting?
Was he supposed to have been playing? s**t. "Okay." He nodded, then couldn't resist a snort. "I'm not a morning person either." He shrugged. "Takes an hour. Sometimes two. Then I can talk... without snapping. As much."
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"Got it. We both don't bother each other for at least two hours when we wake." Good. Good plan. Finishing his sundae, he set it aside, crawling under the covers after knocking his socks and shoes off. This time, he did remove his shirt, keeping his pants on as he adjusted the covers over him.
"You can watch TV as long as you like, I'm not a light sleeper." He muttered from his spot, even sitting up slightly to eye the TV. "I might stay up a few more minutes and watch until this episode is over, anyway."
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Des nodded. Two hours. That was doable. Two hours of blissful silence in the morning. He finished off the rest of his brownie, which distracted him until he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye-- oh. Oh god. He quickly averted his gaze, hoping, praying that his face wasn't too red. God. He'd taken his shirt off. And the worst part was -- was that he was attractive. What the ********. Honestly. wHY. He set his dishes aside, hurriedly, and then began to re-situate his blanket until he was able to flop onto his side - back facing Sirius (and therefore the TV).
"I'm fine." He managed to reply, thankful that at least his voice didn't betray him. He snuggled himself into the blanket and pillows, plush toy tucked into his arms. Just sleep Des. Just Sleep.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 4:01 am
Chapter Four: Chocolate and Accidents It had been... well, several weeks since the field trip. A lot had happened. Tantrums, illusion pranks (okay, making The Grudge appear under Sirius's bed had been a bit too far, but he apologized!!) therapy painting... burning the therapy paintings in a bonfire in the middle of one of the school fields.... It was routine for them to scream at each other - and most of the time it was probably a joke but it was routine. If one of them wasn't around on a particular day, the day seemed to drag by forever.
But this was too far. He had received his email from Ava that his "secret Valentine" was going to be Sirius. Tengu had mentioned that she and Kirket had "nodded" at him, and ever since then, he'd noticed it. Any time they passed by and he was talking to Sirius, they'd nod. They even nodded at the goddamn therapy paintings before he burned them. Every time he asked, they dodged the question! Or... Ava pretended she didn't know his name. Again. That joke was getting old.
BUT AGAIN, this was too far. He stood before her office, composing himself enough to not just start screaming the instant he went in. He turned the knob, and then stepped inside, golden eyes zeroing in on the blue demon. "What kind of game are you playing?" Okay. Not the best start. But whatever, she should be used to this by now.
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"Game?" Came the voice of a very disinterested woman as she typed on her computer, a hand gesturing for Deskri to sit. Oh, she knew exactly what he was speaking about, but she had absolutely no intention of allowing him to know it. Oh, it hadn't been the "randomizer's fault" for having both men selected as one another Secret Heart. Oh no, that had been on purpose, but she'd continue to point the finger at her computer until the day she died.
"If you're done accusing me of nonsense, Desmon," Oh, she just had to. "I have the chocolates you are to present right here." With a delicate flourish of her hand, she pointed towards a "small" pile of chocolates. Why did Deskri have more than the average person? Who knew. She absolutely didn't.
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Oh, perfect. She was ignoring him. AND pretending not to know his name again, he didn't even bother correcting her. This was bullshit. "Ava." His tone indicated that he was on the verge of losing his temper - barely keeping it reigned in. Still, he stepped forward and sat as instructed. "I know that you did that on purpose. Deny it all you want but I ******** know you set me up." He hissed lowly, then glanced at the pile of chocolates. What was he, a candy store? That was a ridiculous amount of sweets he was going to have to deliver to that miserable glowstick.
"Seriously. That? ALL of that?" He twitched, tail beginning to lash irritably. "That's like, three times as many as I've seen the others passing out."
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"All of that." She hummed sweetly back, chancing a glance this time. Oh, he was playing the hissing game with her? Next time she'd do worse, just he wait.
"I'd hurry along. You only have until the end of today, and that is quite a lot, I must admit." Yes, wonderful, rub it in a little. This also was payback for ruining the speed dating service. Oh, she had to hear all about that. "And if it isn't passed out in time I suppose you'll be free for the rest of the month in the case I need a chaperone. Seems only fair." Waving her had dismissively, she worried away at her keyboard once more, hiding the devious smile that just begged to burst.
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He could scream, honestly. She was so ******** annoying. Gods. He pushed himself up suddenly, not even deigning her with a response. He just... grabbed the pile, not-so-carefully cramming it into his arms and then stomped on out, tail lashing in irritation the entire time.
Fine. If she wanted to do it this way, he would do this. ******** babysitting, he didn't sign up for that part of this job. He grumbled to himself, cursing Ava's stupid schemes the entire way to Sirius's office. ******** Ava. ******** Hunter's Jubilee. But most of all, ******** Sirius. Once he arrived he didn't even bother knocking, he just kicked the door open and waltzed on in, going straight for his desk.
"Happy ******** Jubilee, a*****e. Here are your ******** chocolates." He unceremoniously dropped the pile onto his desk - he hadn't even looked to see if Sirius was even around.
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Ava just smirked as Deskri basically threw a silent tantrum, rolling her eyes before focusing on her computer again. Oh, the laughter Kirket will produce once he hears about this....
Sirius, however, was less amused. He had, himself, been both given a small amount of chocolate (for Deskri, of all people), and.... a giant amount of chocolate from random students. This wasn't right. He was hated. He always had been. Why now? Why did children flock to him, throwing candy at him as if it was their mission to suffocate him under the mass? This must be Deskri's doing. He wouldn't doubt it. Not after burning his therapy art and sending the Grudge under his bed.
His door swung open, causing him to jump almost out of his skin. He wasn't at the desk, instead near the window by the door to assess a litter of Flitterats in a cage. What..... the ********? What the hell was Desk doing?!
"The ******** are you on about now? Isn't it too early for this s**t?" He groaned, kicking the door shut. "The ******** is all that? No. Take that back. I already have enough of this crap, and I don't need you choosing today to confess your undying love."
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Deskri turned to look at him, tail lashing so hard it hit the side of the desk - though he didn't wince, rather he just... shuddered. Ugh. He stepped aside, giving his tail plenty of tantrum room while Sirius rambled on about it being "too early" and "having enough of this crap." It was then that he noticed the sheer amount of chocolate he had. Nine, why did he have so much? He was a miserable oaf of a blue eyesore, definitely not friendly, and definitely not candy-giving material. Whatever.
He rolled his eyes with a scoff, "as if. It's ******** three in the afternoon, jackass, or I wouldn't ******** be here." He placed his hands on his hips, one foot tapping in time with his irritated tail. "******** Ava made me bring you that stupid amount of candy so you can thank her for it. You honestly don't deserve even one chocolate, let alone all of this crap. "
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Oh joy, he got this Deskri today. Sometimes, the miserable twit could behave. Like the hotel trip, or that one time they managed to civilly sit next to each other in the meeting. No, wait, that ended with Deskri screaming that Sirius' tail had touched his, again. He groaned loudly, rubbing his face before sauntering past Deskri, making a point to get just a little too close. Maybe that would shut the tiny germ up for one second.
"Would you shut up for five seconds?" A large hand tugged a desk drawer open, pulling out a large heart shaped box. He tossed it at Deskri, a disgusted huff following. "Ava told me to give you this or I have the kids all month." He snapped, leaning on his desk with his arms folded, one leg draping over the other.
"And what, are you jealous? Last time I remembered, you seem to like chocolate. Or, do you only like it in a sundae? " Aha, remind the little brat he remembered that time. Adequate ammo.
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He rolled his eyes. Again. He did that a lot with Sirius, but Sirius did a lot that warranted eye-rolling. He would have just come in and left, but the stupid candle had asked him a question so of course he had to answer. He barely caught the box as it was tossed at him - his reflexes are not the best, something he blamed on being part litch. He stared at it... and then looked at Sirius. Oh. Nine. He brought up the hotel. He hissed lowly, tail curling into a tight spiral as he narrowed his eyes into one of the most sour glares he could manage.
"Shut up you self-important glow worm. " He tucked the chocolates under his arm. He'd still take them. Chocolate was chocolate, after all. "You can ******** tell Ava that neither of us are doing her stupid dirty work now. I dropped of mine, you gave me yours. We're ******** even." He turned to leave, wanting to just get out of there already.
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Oh Nine, did this man ever stop? Sirius groaned as Deskri seemed to just keep going down the sass train. Alright. Whatever. Get the ******** out of his office, good. Wait. Sirius rolled his eyes to his candy stash, grimacing internally. Yeah, no, his abs were too precious to consume that entire pile. That would easily last him a year, if it didn't go bad.
"Wait." He called, tail lashing lazily. "I can't eat this s**t." Ava wasn't ruining his life and figure. "Which means someone needs to. If you meet me after work I'll give you whatever is left of this s**t. As long as you don't run your damn mouth to Ava."
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His hand was just about to touch the knob when he heard Sirius ask him to wait. He was so tempted to just yank the door open and dart out just to be an a*****e, but no. He stopped. He turned. He waited. His offer was... temping... He glanced from Sirius to the pile of chocolates and.. then back up again...
"....The only catch is I don't tell Ava?" He folded his arms across his chest, tail twitching a little to indicate his interest. Ugh, he never could turn down chocolate.....
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"That's the only catch." For now. Sirius folded his arms again, nodding to the chocolates. "And that you don't come guns blazing. I'm not giving you any of this if you set the Grudge after me again." That was reasonable, right?
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"I already apologized for the Grudge." He scoffed, almost offended that Sirius would bring this up again. Ava had even sent him a personal memo to cut it out. He breathed in deeply, then sighed. "Okay. Fine. Are we meeting here, or somewhere with less... feces. " He glanced around at the animals in the room, scrunching his nose a little to indicate his distaste.
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Sirius just rolled his eyes in response at first. Sure, okay, but one apology wasn't enough for, lets repeat, the Grudge under his bed. Nothing could make up for that.
His nose wrinkled at the feces comment, looking at his Flitterats before sighing loudly.
"Music room. It's right in the middle of our respective places. Means less walking and hauling..... this s**t." He trailed off, nudging the pile of chocolate with disinterest.
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Des narrowed his eyes a little, considering this... the music teacher was annoying but he probably wouldn't be around.... "Music room, then." He nodded, and then turned to leave again. This had better be a simple exchange.
The next few hours went by fine. He supposed. He really hated this time of year. Really Hated It. But at least he'd get some chocolate at the end of it. Once the kids were all out and his stuff was cleaned up, he stomped on down to the music room to meet up with The Enemy for his portion of this undeserved chocolate haul.
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Sirius was sitting on a desk, having literally spent a good 30 minutes hiding pieces of chocolate. Oh, Deskri would get them, but only after he ensured Deskri didn't come armed. What if he brought students? He would. Oh Nine, how low would Deskri stoop? Low. Low. Maybe he should be checking the corners of his vision. Or preparing a Flitterat to fling. Or anything but waiting on a desk, unarmed, and basically welcoming The Enemy. Whatever. Too late to do anything about it now....
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He stopped at the door, then stood up on his tiptoes to peer in through the window... okay... the coast seemed clear, he was just... sitting on the desk. That seemed too simple. Way too simple. Eyes narrowed in suspicion, he pushed the door open and then stepped inside, tail twitching anxiously as he looked around. He half expected some students to ambush him, but none came. Okay. So maybe he didn't have any kids in here... but did he have animals?
He glanced up- checking for nezubats. Okay.. None there. No skyfish. No gryftoos. No nothing. Huh. After his initial check he carefully made his way towards the desk - then realized something. Where. Was. The Chocolate?
He stopped - out of arms reach, tail raised in alarm. "What's the deal?"
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Aha. He noticed. Sirius swung his tail in a lazy loop, hand reaching over and into the desk he was on, slowly, almost teasingly pulling a large chocolate bar out of its depths.
"I had to make sure you weren't coming armed." He stated, holding the chocolate bar shoulder level, eying it thoughtfully.
"There's a lot of chocolate hidden in this room, y'know." He added, tapping the bar in Deskri's direction. "A lot. "
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Immediately his tail dropped, and then began swaying side-to-side in an irritated arc, expression changing to one of extreme annoyance. "Oh, of course. You ******** liar. " He hissed, voice laced with venom. He eyed the bar of chocolate - though forced himself to stay on task. No, Deskri, don't be distracted by the chocolate bar. Stay focused on the stupid man taunting you with the chocolate bar.
"You can't just ******** change the catch at the last goddamn second."
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"I can do whatever I want." Sirius almost purred. Oh, for once he wasn't the angry one. And that glance at the chocolate.... was this Deskri's weakness? Oh ******** yes, he was using this.
"I mean, you could leave and then there'd go....... what...... at least 100 bars of chocolate? More? How big do you think that pile was?"
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Oh, of course he was enjoying this. He should have known better than to come here, thinking the only catch would just be keeping his goddamn mouth shut. He glanced around the room - there probably were about 100 chocolate bars hidden here... and he could just come back and find them later... but what were the chances Sirius would gather them all up...? He was silent for a moment, considering... plotting. "As if you'd ******** leave it there. What the ******** do you want, asshat."
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What did he want? ********. What did he want? He really had meant to just hand it over.... but then Deskri appeared and suddenly the plan changed, just like that. Tapping the bar against his knuckles, the man watched Deskri for a second before, suddenly, he raised his arm, bar held high in the air.
"Just for you to grab it from me. That's all."
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He wanted that? He eyed the height, knowing it was within his reach but...
Did he really want to humiliate himself in this way. Did he. For a chocolate bar.
'100 chocolate bars.'
Nine this was the worst time for his little head buddy to pipe in with commentary. Yes, 100 chocolate bars. All he had to do was jump and snatch one from this stupid giant's hand. Okay. Okay.
"I swear to the Nine if you ******** move that thing..." He stepped closer, expression saying he might just shank him if he tried any funny business.
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He couldn't help but mentally sigh in relief as Deskri chose approaching him over attacking him with his voodoo magic. He kept his hand perfectly still, very well aware Deskri would need to step on tiptoes to reach the bar. What was this? Some sort of display of power? Whatever it was, Sirius couldn't wipe the smirk from his face, obediently keeping his hand right in the air.
"I won't move it." He stated, though he doubted the little devil believed him.
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Oh, please. He was pretty sure he was going to move the bar. That was fine. It would give him free liberty to ******** ruin his goddamn life. He stepped a bit closer, finally within range, tail moving into a good balancing position. Then, without any warning, he hopped up, hand lashing out at a surprisingly fast speed for a half-litch, to grab the bar right out of his hand.
Once he had it, and was back on the ground, he skittered back a few steps. "You ******** moved it."
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Sirius was left completely stunned. It was like getting a feral cat to eat out of your hand. There was something rewarding about this game. An eyebrow quirked as he lowered his hand, head tilting side to side. "I did not. " He gasped, as if completely and utterly offended. Though, it had been vaguely endearing to see the wild Deskri grab the bar like it was the holy grail itself.
"Okay. Okay. Next one...." Okay, this was fun. Probably the most fun he had when in Deskri's proximity. There was something about the smaller man hopping for chocolate that just left him in a fantastic mood.
Slipping away from Deskri, he traveled to the piano, slowly.... dragging a bar from under the key cover. This time, he raised it juuuuust a little higher, a playful and yet clearly challenging smirk plain on his face. Would Deskri do it again? Could he coax the feral beast to play the same trick?
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"You so ******** did. " He snapped back. Still, the bar was his, so he stuffed it into his... well it wasn't a hoodie but it had a front pocket, and that was where the bar went. Next one. Next one??? Did he really think he was going to play this game again? Seriously? He watched him move across the room to the piano, golden eyes narrowed with distrust. Ah. A bar. Hidden in the piano. Wow.
He watched as he raised it up into the air, a little higher than before... could he reach that? Probably. Did he want to...? Well... admittedly he'd already gone through the box of chocolates Ava had forced Sirius could give him- and he wasn't exactly in the mood to go to the store to just buy his own later......... Plus this one bar was not going to be enough......
He didn't even bother responding verbally, instead he just.. stalked on over and hopped up again to grab the bar -- once more snatching it out of his hand. Though this time he landed a bit closer than intended-- though soon skittered back a few steps, clutching the bar in both hands as he regarded Sirius with a suspicious look.
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Sirius had watched Deskri with an amused expression..... until Deskri launched themselves too close. "Wha-" He almost stumbled backwards, quickly stilling his face from the surprise he had felt. What the hell was that? Deskri had been too close, he could almost smell the ******** soap he used. His tail lashed behind him, nervously flicking like a distraught cat. Okay. Shut up, get over it. It was okay. Moving on.
"Alright, now that you're done accusing me of s**t." He hummed, slipping right back into his familiar beat. He leaned upwards towards the cubby, grabbing a bar that clearly was too high for Deskri to ever find. This time he held it higher than before, perhaps a little too high. He was busy trying to figure out what the ******** soap Deskri even used. What was that scent? He better find it and avoid it like the plague.
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If he hadn't been so focused on getting that damn chocolate bar he might have freaked out a little about being that close to Sirius. Might. Okay, no, he would have freaked out a lot. That was dangerous territory, after all. Why? He wasn't really sure, but something in the back of his head said stay away any time he got anything closer than arm's reach to the hybrid.
"Are you ******** kidding me." He could have groaned, honestly. He stuffed the new bar into his pocket with the other and watched as Sirius sought out a new one. Really. Up that high? He probably would have found a way to get up there - Sirius underestimated his addiction. Yes, it was an addiction. He just hadn't really fessed up to it. Who else would scale a cubby wall to find chocolate?
No one. That's who. No one sane, anyway.
He eyed the height... could he do that..? Probably... maybe? Well, there was only one way to find out, he supposed. He moved closer, getting ready, tail once again raised up in a good balancing position before he hopped. And missed. Well s**t. Now he was focused. Now he had to get that bar. Ignoring his proximity to Sirius, he hopped again, this time with a little more effort. Still, no dice. But he was slowly getting closer to him- each landing getting him just inches away---
By the third hop he had nearly ended up pressed up against him. Then he realized how close he was. Alarmed, he stared up at him for a moment - then attempted to back the ******** up before the blue man could see the tinge of red forming in his face. Unfortunately, his tail had other plans. He felt the tug before he realized what was going on - and then, with a horrified expression, looked down to see they were intertwined yet again, though this time much tighter than they had been before. Oh Nine.
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Sirius thought this was fun. He thought it'd be great and they'd end the game like normal; cursing and going home like normal. Except, this game had gone too far. Way too far. Deskri had become close to him. Almost against him close. There was a second he just stared, his own face turning a bright teal. Sirius opened his mouth, about to tug away and begin cursing (or probably, worse, apologizing) when he stiffened. Was that.... were their.....
His eyes slowly trailed to their tails, body frozen in place. Slowly, he looked back up at Deskri, dropping his arm. ********. Oh Nine, his heart was hammering. What the ******** was Deskri doing? The ******** tail again? Yet, he couldn't really find it in him to be mad. No. Worse, he felt....
Embarassed.
"I- u-uh-" ********. He was broken. s**t. s**t s**t s**t, get out of this. Run. Never look back.
"UH." Oh god, cue the screaming in three.... "J-just- UH" .....two.... "Here. Just take it. Take them all!" ...... one.
He tapped the chocolate bar against Deskri's forehead, hoping that was enough of a distraction. Normally, he was prepared for the epic battle. But right now? No. He was struck dumb right now. Hoping the bar was enough distraction, he skittered away from Deskri, practically tripping over himself to flee the wrath he knew would come.
This wasn't his ******** fault. Deskri had the touchy tail!!
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Oh ********. He wasn't even sure what to do with this- attempt to pull them apart? Yanking would inevitably hurt (well, if he could even feel that, but he wasn't exactly keen on hurting Sirius for whatever reason). And then he started talking. What was he saying? Honestly it was hardly possible to understand what he was saying. Was he apologizing? Or starting to yell? Oh Nine what if he reacted physically? He was about ready to jerk away - ******** caring if Sirius got hurt - when he got the light smack of the chocolate bar on his forehead.
Momentarily stunned, he wasn't expecting it when Sirius abruptly pulled away. Seeing that he was much larger than Des and hadn't taken into consideration just how tightly their tails were tied together... well... Des found himself jerked around and pulled-- until he stumbled enough to almost topple over. By the time he recovered, Sirius was well out the door. Gone in a blue flash. ******** a*****e.
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Posted: Mon Feb 29, 2016 8:55 pm
Chapter Five, Part One: Brownie Shenanigans Sirius had been thinking about the incident for about three days now. Three days of not talking, avoiding, and painful thought. Eventually, somehow, he came to the conclusion that he had, indeed, been in the wrong. Sure, touching each other hadn't exactly been either of their plan, but violently yanking away? That probably hurt. A lot. And it was his fault. Again. He had hurt Deskri a second time.
And so, he sulked. For three whole days he sulked. Eventually, there came a point when a grown adult had to grow the ******** up, bake brownies, and enter someone's empty classroom with an apologetic face, and that time was now.
Armed with warm brownies in a tupperware, the hybrid peeked into Deskri's classroom. Awh ********, he was there.
"So." Alright, start before the little monster could say anything. "I did a thing a few days ago. You know. The thing. And I'm so- ugh..... I'm sorry. Here. Take this." With great care, he did his best to drop the tupperware on a nearby desk without throwing them, stiff as a board.
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Three whole days had gone by. Three whole days. Once he'd recovered from the violent yanking of his tail, he had, indeed, sought out every ******** piece of chocolate in that music room. It had sated him for a while, but then he'd realized they were back to the avoidance game. He ******** hated the avoidance game. It was almost worse than the scream at each other in the hallways game.
He was willing to give it a week. But the boredom was getting near unbearable - though he wouldn't dare admit that it was because Sirius was inexplicably missing from his daily routine. He was sitting in his room - empty for now- trying to figure out what he was going to do to occupy his time when the door opened. His head snapped in its direction, ready to interrogate whatever student had dared to come in -- and then realized it was Sirius.
He narrowed his eyes, listening - he hadn't been given a chance to say anything, not even a stupid greeting or something. Well. That was fine. He glanced down at the Tupperware, then up at Sirius again. ".......Thank you." He answered carefully, not really sure what else to say.
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Sirius almost flinched when Deskri spoke. He wasn't afraid, no. It was more the fact he had, somehow, expected more, and the lack of extra given had left him.... concerned? Also, a thank you? Was Deskri broken? His tail lazily flicked behind him, head snapping in a curt nod.
"Welcome." And that was that. Cool. Apology made, brownies delivered, tails forgotten. Before anything more could be said (and possibly another thing done that would result in an apology), Sirius fled, this time taking great care to do so calmly.
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He narrowed his eyes at him, waiting for him to say something else do something else, but no. He just... set the brownies down and left. Calmly, this time. He got up, then shuffled over to the desk where they were and opened up the container. Still. Warm. ********. He settled back into his seat and... proceeded to eat entirely too many brownies for any sane person in a short span of time - but surprisingly, did not get sick.
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Posted: Mon Feb 29, 2016 9:07 pm
Chapter Five, Part Two: Brownie Shenanigans It had been two days since the brownie incident. Two days. He'd managed to control himself for 48 whole hours. Honestly, he deserved a medal for that. But, here he was. Standing in front of Sirius's door, holding the empty (and washed) Tupperware container that had once held the apolobrownies. He sighed, then pushed the door open and walked on in as if he owned the room. Better to stick with the norm. He went straight up to his desk and then set the container down.
"I want your recipe."
Nine. Just had to get right to it, didn't he.
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"What." The blue haired man snorted from his desk, giving up on the report for the evening. Deskri ruined all his plans whenever he arrived, and Sirius wasn't going to pretend otherwise.
"My what?" What was this about? Was this about the brownies? No, Sirius, Deskri wanted the recipe to make another Sirius. Of course he meant the brownies. "Is that any way to ask a favor?"
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"Yes, your ******** recipe." He rolled his eyes, already starting to regret this. He placed his hands on his hips, one foot tapping as his tail twitched irritably. "What, would you rather I scream? You seem to like it when I scream." He couldn't resist an impish grin... was he actually enjoying this? Some regrets, but honestly, messing with Sirius was a little.... Fun.
No. No it wasn't. Stop that train of thought right now, immediately. None of this was fun. This was the worst thing ever and he couldn't wait to stop this exchange.
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Sirius' eyes narrowed, an eyebrow twitching. Did Deskri have to say s**t like that so loud? What if she heard? That'd be the end of everything, really. She'd never let him hear the end of it.
"You're disgusting." He snipped, rolling his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, propping his feet on the desk. "I enjoy nothing about these miserable encounters." There went another irritated eye twitch. "And what's this about my recipe? Why the hell should I give you that? One good reason, go." He snapped his fingers at Deskri, awaiting the one reason he should reveal his famous brownie recipe. This would be laughable if he really thought about it. Here Deskri was, demanding brownie recipes. He had tamed the beast yet again.
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"Me, disgusting? Get a mirror." He scoffed, tail switching to wide arcs instead of twitching. Was he enjoying this or just irritated? From the look of the tail, it could be either one. "Oh, you want a reason? Fine, I can give you a reason. I could go back to Yuki and tell her the reason my tail was all ******** up was your doing. You pulled a muscle, you ingrate." He huffed. Gods, did he have to make this so difficult? It was just a brownie recipe.
If he asked for a second reason he supposed he'd just have to make something up. What, he wasn't sure, probably something along the lines of 'I won't come around for a week' or something like that.
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His own tail twitched, though it clearly resembled annoyance. s**t. Really? That was his best? Did he care if Yuki knew? Maybe. It more was that he just wanted to forget the incident, and Deskri blathering about it to that annoying bun head was not on his list of 'how to forget about that '
"Fine." Maybe, with one last ditch effort, he could make Deskri forget about this.... "But I never wrote it down. It's only through knowing what to do with my hands I can make those, so you'd need to come to my place." There. Now Deskri will be disgusted, storm off, and never again mention the tail or brownies.
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It... was a body memory..? Not... Not a brain memory? Gods dammit. He narrowed his eyes, mind racing as he tried to decide if he was really, REALLY willing to go to the home of The Enemy for this. Were they really that good? Were they? He could get brownies from literally anywhere else and they'd--
No... They were that good. Just... add some walnuts, some hot fudge.. some ice cream.... ******** his mouth was watering just thinking of it. UGH.
"Okay, fine, just to get the goddamn recipe and them I'm out. Who the ******** doesn't write their s**t down?" As if he was one to speak.....
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" What. " Sirius couldn't help the utter sound of horror that left his mouth, tail freezing. Seriously? Was he ******** kidding him? This was probably all a ploy to piss Sirius off today, wasn't it? You know what? You ******** know what? Fine. He'd bring this little s**t to his home. Challenge him and he'll do it. It was his turf and he would ******** Deskri up if he tried s**t in his ******** home
"Fine." He hissed, slowly pulling his hands under his desk to avoid Deskri seeing the infuriated clenched fists. "Sounds lovely, really. I'll meet you at the music room tonight, then. Great. "
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" Fine. " He hissed in response. Before Sirius could utter another word, he turned and shuffled on out - quickly. He was probably making a terrible mistake. A TERRIBLE mistake. Going to The Enemy's house? Just to get some brownies? He'd truly hit rock bottom, now. Honestly.
Later that evening he trudged over to the music room, almost hoping Sirius would stand him up and not be there at all. Then he could just b***h about being stood up and not having the recipe. He'd even canceled on Tengu for dinner to do this. One more thing to add to the pile of s**t to blame on Sirius... Once there, he stood outside the doors, figuring he wouldn't be inside again. Ugh.
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Deskri was wrong, for Sirius came only mere seconds after. Tugging his jacket on, Sirius didn't even stop for Deskri, instead grunting in his general direction as a sign to keep up or ******** off. They were going to his damn carriage, and Deskri wasn't going to say a word if he knew what was best for him. Really, if Sirius cared at all what was best for himself he really shouldn't have allowed Deskri to basically weasel his way into his house. By the end of this he was sure he'd be out of brownie supplies and his house will be on fire. Hell, maybe he will steal his ******** Flitterat while he was at it.
When they reached the carriage he tossed the door open, climbing in (and then promptly slamming the door for Deskri to know his wrath), the man waited oh so patiently for the devil themselves to enter his carriage.
All this over brownies.
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Ugh, of course. Of Course he'd come. Des crossed his arms over his chest and stalked off after him, tail curled into a tight spiral behind him. Once at the carriage, he watched as Sirius climbed in and then slammed his door. Real classy. So classy.
'you're going to die~'
He pushed the echo in his head aside. No, that wouldn't happen. Sirius was a ******** menace and a complete and utter piece of s**t, but he wasn't a murderer. Memories of his terrified face flashed in his head for a moment to remind himself that no, he wasn't about to climb into a killer's carriage. He opened the passenger door, and then climbed in. He then - in a show of 'I'm better than you' - gently closed the door and then buckled himself in. Yep. They were going to do this.
All for some damn good brownies.
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Oh ******** Deskri. He knew that gentle close of the door meant one thing. ********. His carriage his rules. If he wants to slam a damn door he was going to slam a damn door.
Sirius started the carriage, pulling them out of his parking space and beginning the ride of hell.
Deskri was in his carriage. Next to him. Right the ******** next to him. He could practically- oh Nine. He did smell Deskri's soap again. ********. Music. Turn the music o- no, then Deskri would know his music taste and have something else to b***h about. Talk? NO, ******** that. Abort. Oh Nine. His shoulders began to raise as he grew tenser and tenser, eventually pushing into the back of his seat as if that was enough to get away from the beast that was Deskri. Just a few more ******** minutes. He could do ******** those brownies. They caused this.
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As the carriage started he realized exactly how close they were again. ********. ******** WHY. He didn't even turn music on. Did he even like music? Probably not, he was insufferable after all. As the drive went on, he subconsciously scooted further away in his seat until he was practically glued to the door, pressed up against it as much as he possibly could be. Even his tail was curled up in his lap, hands holding it firmly in place with a grip that threatened to cut off its circulation. How much longer would this be?
Oh nINE why hadn't he thought to ask how far away Sirius lived? What if he needed help???
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Unlucky for Deskri, there was traffic. Traffic that lasted twenty minutes. By the time they reached his home (which was right next a large lake) it had been at least thirty five minutes trapped together, in which no music was played, no words were spoken, and both men pressed further into their hiding spots.
The second he parked he scrambled out of the carriage, slamming the door and heading to his small townhouse. He only just moved in, having left his old apartment and upgraded when a recent pay raise (right after the Grimm intrusion) reached him. Unlocking the door, he shuffled inside, wiggling out of his coat and tossing it on his couch.
The house was small, but neat. The first floor was mostly open minus a bathroom. The kitchen opened into the living room, which opened into the sitting room. There was a couch in the sitting room and a TV, the couch being a dark red and TV mounted in the wall. The kitchen was a faint yellow in color, but the rest of the walls of the house were white. The upstairs only led to a second, bigger bathroom, a study, and his bedroom, which he had no desire to show Deskri.
"Put your s**t on the couch. Neatly." He called before slipping out of his shoes. "Except the shoes. Those go in the closet next to the door."
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It was like the Gods themselves had willed traffic to be this bad. Honestly. Why. Where were all of these people going? What did they need to do at that very moment that mattered SO MUCH that literally the roads were stop-and-go the entire way to Sirius's house? That drive should not have taken that long. By the time they arrived, he felt as though he was suffocating. The instant he turned off the carriage, he scrambled out as well - taking a moment to (not so) subtly gasp for fresh air before he turned to follow Sirius into his dungeon house.
Despite also receiving a pay raise, Deskri had continued to live in his small apartment. He'd gotten attached to it - knew it too well - couldn't risk upsetting his mental health with another move. He looked around after coming inside, noting that it was painfully barren but honestly he hadn't expected much. Sirius was a dull person. A very dull person. Of course his house would be empty and heartless. He scrunched his nose at the instructions -- did he dare? What if some animal came and took them?
Well, rather than start up another fight, he slipped out of the shoes and then slipped out of his jacket, which he was very tempted to just throw on the couch but... he wanted those brownies, dammit. He folded it, and then sit it on the edge of the armrest, and then looked to Sirius. "Lets get this over with."
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"Not even letting me ******** shower, first?" Sirius hissed. No, you know what? ******** this kid. "My house, you can't boss me here. You're free to leave, Deskri." With that, he began to tug his shirt off, padding off to the stairs.
"Unlike you, I like to shower after work. So sit the ******** down, don't touch anything, and then we'll get to your stupid brownies."
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Shower....? What??? WHAT??? He stared at him- honestly too dumbfounded to even mind his expression - at least until he started taking his shirt off. He immediately jerked his head to the side, muttering something about "why didn't you just ******** say so" before he plopped himself down on the couch. ********. He wasn't going to say anything for now - Sirius was already leaving to go shower anyway.
Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it.
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The shower was relatively quick. Sirius was terrified he'd come downstairs to things lit ablaze and lives lost. Slipping into pants, he ignored his shirt for the time being. His house, his rules, and his rules were no shirts if he wasn't wearing one of his favorite sweaters, and those were all in the wash. SO, ******** shirts it was.
"Okay, what did you d-" He trailed off when he reached the bottom stair, spotting a..... behaved Deskri. Holy s**t. The little monster could actually stay still. Even be quiet! Smirking, it suddenly dawned on him that the power of chocolate and brownies were great. Maybe he should just carry chocolate bars around 24/7 in-case an unfortunate incident with Deskri occurred. He could probably deter the little b*****d.
"Okay. Brownies. Go wash your hands." He grumbled, pulling out supplies and preheating the oven.
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Ugh, finally, the water turned off. His relief grew as he heard Sirius start coming down the stairs-- and then immediately dissipated. Where was his shirt? Where the ******** was his shirt? He barely managed to control his expression -- eyes only widening for a split second before he averted his gaze. Look anywhere but directly at him. Dear Nine above WHY was this happening this way? All he wanted was a ******** recipe. That was all!!
'because you don't even deserve that~'
He could scream, honestly. Usually the stupid voice decided to keep its mouth shut during the day but ohhhh no. It just HAD to provide commentary now of all times. Stiffly, he stood, and then wordlessly shuffled into the kitchen. He rolled up his sleeves, then washed his hands quickly. "Alright. Lets do this." He spared Sirius one more glance - ******** - tail twitching erratically.
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Sirius had been almost amused by how... tense the other seemed. Tense was the right word, right? Or.... what the ******** was it? Rationally think about it.... Deskri hated him. Despised him. He made that clear. Now he was in Sirius' home. Okay, but he had very little sympathy for the ********. Deskri had an option and he choose to be here.
And so, the teaching began. There were muttered comments and instructions here and there, and for a second Sirius relaxed. Baking and cooking weren't exactly his hobby, but he found it calming. Soothing. By the time they had mixed the batter together he almost even seemed.... semi-interested in being civil?
He had grabbed the brownie pan, pouring in the mix and then grabbing a spoon to get the remaining chocolate off. There was a pause, and then, with an experimental eyebrow raise, he reached up and dabbed a bit of mix on Deskri's nose with the spoon.
Was he going to be murdered now? Or would... Deskri try and lick the mix?
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Okay. He could get used to this. Maybe. No, he really couldn't. He was mostly paying attention - enough to remember the details and be able to recreate this s**t later but every so often his eyes would do a bit of wandering. And then get brought right back into line because he would never live it down if Sirius caught him staring. Ever. He'd have to quit his job at the Academy and never show his face there again. Ever.
Finally, the brownies were done, and poured into the bowl -- he was watching what Sirius was doing - but didn't realize exactly what he was doing with that spoon until it was too late. Batter. On his nose. Brownie batter. Sirius just. He just ********.... what.
His brain short circuited for a moment, trying to figure out if this was a playful tease or an attempt at being irritating... or was it both? What. What what what. Either way, he was not about to do something as horribly undignified as trying to lick his nose - he already knew his tongue couldn't reach...... So instead he reached up to wipe the batter off (then of course licked it off his finger ) and cast Sirius a glare. "Now you ******** contaminated the mix. Give me the spoon." He held a hand out expectantly - maybe even hopefully.
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There was a moment where hope existed, and then, instead, Deskri wiped the mix off. Sirius was about to turn his head away when, instead, Deskri had to go and lick his ******** finger. NOPE. Nope ******** that. Do not comment, stare, react, or anything. If Deskri ******** saw any weakness.... or thought anything should Sirius react.... Well, he'd need to quit his damn job, wouldn't he?
"Nine. The bowl was already mostly ******** empty, I was just getting the sides." He grumbled. Okay, at least he didn't get destroyed, but perhaps he was mildly disappointed. By what, though? He handed the spoon over and set the bowl down, padding off.
"Put that in the oven." He nodded towards the oven before heading off to his couch, flopping down. "Should take about 35 minutes."
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He rolled his eyes. Didn't he know that every tiny bit of brownie batter was precious? He was pleased that the spoon was relinquished without a fight. Good. That meant he had something to tide him over while the brownies were baking. He took it from him, careful not to touch his hand in the exchange, and then opened up the oven with his other hand. He slid the tray in, checked the timer, and then promptly licked the spoon. Clean. ******** what Sirius was doing - he had a spoon with brownie batter on it. He could practically purr with how good it was, too. Damn.
Tail swaying in a display of contentment, he rinsed the spoon off and then helped himself to Sirius's dishwasher - placing the dirty dishes into it (of course he couldn't resist getting a small bit of the remaining batter out of the bowl before he rinsed that, too). Once that was complete... Well.... He looked at the timer. Yep. 35 minutes of uncomfortable hell.
He turned to stare out into the living room.... Should he sit on the couch? Did he dare sit on the couch???
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He listened faintly to the clicking of dishes and the opening of his dishwasher. Then, silence. He already sensed what was happening, patting the spot beside him. He had power, now. This was his territory, and he wasn't ******** afraid in his home. Shirtless or not, he was not defenseless.
"Are you going to sit down or drill holes into the back of my head?" He practically sang, feeling invincible. Brownies, man. Maybe this wasn't such a bad experience.
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Ugh. The spot patting. Why. He scowled a little - still on edge despite the small bonding. It was because of the lack of shirt. That was it. He was pretttttty sure that was it. Again he had to tear his eyes away as he shuffled over - moving much slower than usual. Once he reached the couch, he stiffly sat down, and then proceeded to sink into it. Yep. If he was gonna sit down, he was gonna make himself at home. Shirtless Sirius be damned.
He glanced over at him, only sparing a split second look down. "Are you planning on turning the Tv on." Apparently he was too sour even for proper inflection.
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Oh? Did the lack of TV make Deskri uncomfortable? He lifted the remote, tilting his head side to side and then, slowly, setting it on his lap, a protective hand over it.
"Maybe. I thought sitting in silence and brewing in our hate would also be good, too." He mused, tilting his head back to view the timer. "Only 33 minutes left."
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Immediately his expression soured into a deep frown. Really. This was what he was going to do? "What, the 35 minute carriage drive of lividity wasn't enough?" He scoffed, then folded his arms across his chest and cast his gaze elsewhere. ******** this s**t. Fuuuuuuck this shiiiiiit. "Fine, whatever, I can sit in silence. "
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"Funny. I've never heard lividity used in this way." He teased, eyes rolling to spot the pillow which..... was beside Deskri. ********. ******** ******** f- wait. His house.
"Fine. We'll watch something if it makes you feel better." He leaned over Deskri, shirtless and all, to grab the pillow, pulling it back to his person and wiggling it against the small of his back, the arm nearest to Deskri raising to rest behind his head as he turned the TV on. What bullshit was on tonight?
- - - - - -<********. He used the wrong word again. s**t. Why the ******** did he have to go and attempt to use a fancy word. He should've just stuck with the simple ones. Gods dammit. " Whatever, you know what I meant." He hissed, turning to look back at him with another one of his trademark gla-- oH NINE WHAT THE ********. WHAAAAAT THE ******** WAS HE DOING.
Deskri immediately sat straight up, going stiff as a board as Siris leaned over him to grab the pillow. He didn't even have the self-control not to look petrified for all of two seconds. Even once Sirius was settled into place, all nice and comfortable with his stupid arm raised back behind his stupid head he remained upright, stiff, and unmoving. Hell. No.
They practically touched.
Oh s**t.
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Sirius didn't really care what Deskri was doing, but he sensed the other get tense when he leaned over. What the hell, man? It was just a pillow. Was Deskri about to punch him or scream? Over him getting a pillow? He couldn't do s**t around this guy.
His. Home.
Whatever. If Deskri was going to stiff up then fine, let him. He was getting free brownies after this. Wait, who said he was getting the brownies? All Deskri had asked for was to learn how to make them. A grin broke across his face at the realization. Oh, he'd remember that for when they were done.
"You're leaving immediately after, right?" He asked, his other arm joining the spot behind his head.
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Seriously. Seriously. It was like he was showing off on purpose. He swallowed, blinking, trying to get himself to calm down and think about something else. Anything else. Was Tengu eating okay? They were supposed to go out together for dinner... Gods, it would've been a better use of his time to do that instead of come here and endure this ridiculous torment. He was just thankful that Sirius didn't know it was torment.
"Of course." He snapped- a little too harshly even by his own standards but that's what Sirius got for invading his space like that. And he dared to claim that his tail hadn't started the whole stupid intertwining bullshit.
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"Just making sure~" Sirius hummed, eyeing the TV once more. And so, the time passed. The smell of brownies filled the house and Sirius stopped his game of harassing Deskri. For now. When the timer went off he leaned back, looking at Deskri as if inviting the man to grab the brownies out of the oven.
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The next while went by painfully slow. He just couldn't get comfortable. Despite having his eyes glued on the screen he just... well... every commercial break he found himself looking back to Sirius - briefly, of course. It was terrible. Truly the worst form of torture even conceived. When the timer finally wend off, he didn't even wait for Sirius's look- he practically sprung up -- and then skittered into the kitchen, tail swaying behind him in a mixture of relief and excitement. FINALLY.
He found himself an oven mitt, then pulled the brownies out and set them on top of the stove. Sweet chocolatey heaven, they smelled wonderful. Now it was just... too bad that he'd have to wait another 3-5 minutes for them to cool down before he could even have one. Or five.
Still - he wasn't keen on returning to the couch, so he just... leaned against the counter, intending to wait there.
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Sirius watched, wiggling a finger in anticipation. The second Deskri would grab a brownie he would use magic to levitate it. Probably just a little too high in hopes Deskri would hop once more. Okay, sue him, but that had been cu- amusing. And he still hadn't heard a thank up for giving away his ultra secret brownie recipe. Wait. Why the ******** did he do that in the first place? Nine, why did he give Deskri this much ******** power?
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The countdown was terrible- not as terrible as being on that couch, but thank ******** hell when it ended. He sought out a knife, and then carefully carved out the pieces-- strangely accurate and similar in size. He'd had years of practice, after all. He then found a couple of plates - assuming Sirius would want one... he settled his onto one plate, and then his own-- annnnnnd it ******** started floating. What the ******** tail raised in alarm as it took him a moment to realize what was happening -- and then he shot a glare that could stop hearts out at Sirius. " Really. " He hissed, setting his plate aside. He eyed the floating baked good for a moment before complying-- hopping up to catch it..... He then firmly stuck it onto the plate - then paused to get a second brownie in retaliation - before returning to the couch to hold Sirius's out to him.
"I ******** get it. I'm short. Stop. ********. Doing that."
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His smile illuminated. He couldn't ******** help it. He really couldn't. "It's cut- funny. " Nine, that was the second time he caught himself. Okay, ********. Fine. Mentally, he'd admit it was cute. Whatever. All that did was make Deskri seem even more of a child. Blah.
"Thanks." He hummed, accepting the plate and leaning against the back of the couch, wincing as he tried to wiggle the pillow higher against his back. "It isn't even about your height, even, though I can make it be about your height, if you like."
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That ******** smile. His heart felt like someone had sucker punched it for about two seconds. Nine, why did he have to have a nice smile and stupidly distracting abs? Wait what. He brushed that thought aside, narrowing his eyes at the slip-up. Cute??? He thought it was CUTE!?
"Oh no. I ******** heard you." He fought back a grin of his own - devilish instead of amused as his tail swaying slowly. "You ******** said it was cute. " He was too busy thinking about what a delightful slip up it was to realize exactly what the implications of that were..... Perhaps if he'd thought about it he would've not pointed that out. "Don't even try to cover that up."
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Sirius had made a move to pick a brownie up off the plate when Deskri spoke, immediately putting the plate beside himself as if the brownies were the cause of all of this.
"What." He almost gasped, cheeks lighting instantly into a teal shade. "No." His face morphed, a nervous smiling touching his features. Oh ********. Time to quit his ******** job. If word got out...
Oh no
"Why would I eve- you wish. Aha...... e-eat your ******** brownies." The man jerked his head to the plate, eyes narrowing as he just poked his food instead. Oh Nine. This was it. He was caught offguard in his own damn house, damn it!
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Oho. Ohhh maaaan. OHHHH the power scale had tipped in his direction. ******** finally. A wide smirk crossed his features, which... considering his usual expression, might actually look a little on the malicious side but honestly he was just amused. Tickled pink, really. He really should have given this more thought - but no. Deskri was not much of a thinker unless it was time to overreact. "You were going to say it. Why the ******** else would you have made me jump three times for those stupid chocolate bars?" His tail practically curled with delight behind him.
"You think it's cute." Something in the back of his head was screaming at him to STOP. Drop the subject. MOVE ON. Eat the goddamn brownies. "And that stupid look on your face proves it. " Ugh, stupid(ly endearing) look indeed.
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Sirius stared down at the smaller man, eyes wide and hands frozen slightly off his lap. Shut up. Shut this stupid man up. Oh Nine. He was hitting the nail on the head, and Sirius wanted it to stop. His cheeks turned a brighter teal (if that was even possible) and, again, he snapped his head away. Oh, he saw that tail curl. Deskri was a ******** s**t, and he was eating this up. If he had the ability to think right now he'd be able to mention it, but no, he was busy trying to frantically think of an excuse or word that would make this stop.
Cut. All he said was cut. 'You look so.... cucumber?' What could he say? Cutting edge? What the ******** did that even mean? His tail wiggled behind him, melting against his side as he opened his mouth to somehow make the scale tip back.
"No, you see, I- brownies. Eat your brownies and- you see I was trying to sa- I-I don't think you heard me right, I said something else. In a different language. That I studied. On my free time." What. The. ********. Was. He. Saying.
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Watching him flounder was ridiculously amusing. For once he was the one on the winning side. No sputtering or shitty comebacks for him! Ohhhh no, he got to poke holes in everything Sirius managed to spit out in between his mindless stammering.
'go ahead, keep going, see where it gets you.'
Usually he would stop and do the opposite of whatever that voice said - it was a pretty good indicator of when he was going to ******** up and ******** up hard. But no, this was a power high and he was riding it. "Really? What language? " He quirked an expectant brow.
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No. Shut up. Language? What language? Why? Oh Nine, did Deskri have a phone? Wait. He calls that one person all the time..... he could look up anything Sirius said. ********. The jig is up. Just say the truth.
"Thaliope......ra." What the ******** just came out of his mouth? Thaliopera? What was that? His eyes widened further in shock of what his own mouth had the capability of producing. "I-it's a dead language, you won't fin- ancient Imps spoke it I- I-I'm learning it becaus- hey how do those brownies taste?"
His hands had raised further with each shattered sentence, tail wiggling sadly beside him. Even his tail was trying to tell him to shut the ******** up. His tendrils had also started to dance wildly, also whispering 'shut the ******** up man'.
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At this point the grin of his face was so wide it looked almost manic. Thaliopera. He'd never heard of that before. Then again he wasn't really a languages person, seeing as common still gave him issues. "Really? A dead language?" He reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled his phone out, casually typing it in-- ********. How was that spelled? s**t. Well, he typed something in that sounded vaguely like that and then looked back to Sirius.
"Haven't eaten one yet. Clearly. I'm still talking to you." He shrugged, and then looked back to his phone- ah, the search results were loading...
- - - - - -<********. ABORT. HE HAD A PHONE. HE REALLY HAD A PHONE.
Sirius instinctually reached out, smacking the phone out of Deskri's hand, his eyes widening in complete terror as he did so. He had not meant to do that. "Well then stop using the phone and eat one! Aha!" Due to being very shirtless at the moment, Deskri might notice a little flicker as his markings, gently, illuminated for one second. Oh Nine. Eat the ******** brownies. Eat the ******** brownies.
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He was just about to read what was on the screen when suddenly, his phone was no longer in his hand, and a vague tingling sensation replaced it. He blinked, taken aback in shock for a few seconds before he realized what had just happened. He turned his head to see where his phone had landed -- safely away from a wall, thank the Nine, and then slowly..... Slowly looked back to Sirius. "Did you really just ******** do that? Did you really just smack my phone out of my goddamn hand?" He hissed, amusement switching to anger in an instant.
"What the ******** is your problem!? " Forget the brownies, this was ridiculous.
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Oh ********. That slow head turn.... Oh ********. Slowly, his brain began to cool off, and words seemed to, vaguely, return.
"No. Yes. Yes?" Did he just do that? Yes. Yes he did, there was evidence on the floor. His eyes trailed to look at the phone before, suddenly, Deskri was screaming again. As if a cure, his anger reignited, tendrils jumping from a lazy tremble to a heated dance.
"Really. You're my problem!" He snapped, reaching down to angrily eat one of his brownies.
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Des's eyes snapped to the brownie-- and without thinking, he leaned over and quickly snatched it away from him before he could pick it up. "Oh ******** no, this is mine now you shitbag." He retorted. He tipped the plate until it slid onto his own with the two others, and then - surprisingly gently - tossed Sirius's empty plate off to the other end of the couch. "You ******** slapped my phone out of my hand. This brownie is Mine now."
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Posted: Mon Feb 29, 2016 9:15 pm
Chapter Five, Part Three: Brownie Shenanigans How. Dare. He. So, embarrassing him wasn't enough, but now he took Sirius' ******** brownie? A grown man would have let this go, but not Sirius. His eyes narrowed dangerously before, with a defiant sneer, he levitated the brownie up, snatched it from the air and, with a quick and fluid movement, smashed it into Deskri's face.
"Fine. Have your ******** brownie."
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Honestly it happened all too fast for Des to realize what was going on until he had already received a face full of brownie. He sputtered, backing up a step but not before his alarm caused his tail to lash out and smack Sirius's side full force. Of course, it being a demon's tail... well, he didn't realize he'd done it until he heard the whip-lash sound of tail-against-skin. Oh ********. Oh ******** told ********-- I didn't-- ********--" now it was his turn to stumble over his words as he continued backing up.
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Sirius was about to laugh at the sight of a Deskri with brownie smeared on his face when, instead, something smacked him, and hard. He let out a quick and strained gasp as the hot and searing pain reached him. His first response was to recoil sharply, causing his tense back to protest and coax out another yelp. That a*****e. He hadn't hurt Deskri! He hadn't actually attacked. him. He whipped to start screaming when, instead, he heard the stammered response, freezing.
'i'm so sorry'
Just like the table. Panic fluttered in his stomach as he remembered the absolute fear of hurting someone else. Was that how Deskri felt? Right now? His eyes flicked to look at the side of his body, wincing, before he looked up, a hand raising to touch Deskri's hand. Wait. ********. That was bad. Why was his body acting on its own.
"It's fine!" He almost yelled, voice lowering as the panic left. "It's fine. It hurts. It really ******** hurts. But I-I.... it's not like I haven't ******** up, too."
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Oh god- this was it- he was gonna get mauled. Sirius was obviously stronger than him (he was a twig, honestly, he just looked bigger than he was because of his clothing layers) and he knew how to levitate s**t without speaking which meant he probably had better control over other magics -- Des had really only focused on Illusions. Which were useless in physical altercations. Useless. He winced, readying himself for the first blow but--
Just a touch. To his hand. He froze up, eyes darting to his hand, and then to Sirius's face- then back to his hand - god his heard felt like it might burst through his chest with how hard it was beating. " I'm sorry. " He managed to stammer, voice quiet and barely audible. Was it really okay? Sirius wasn't going to hit him?? OR... throw a table. Or something. He swallowed, nervously looking him over before nodding stiffly. Or wait- was that the bad choice? Confirming that he'd ******** up? Oh no, he should have denied that-- taken all the blame-- ******** ******** ******** didn't--- I didn't mean to-- it was a re--reflex--" He spared a glance to the area his tail had smacked... oh, that did look painful....
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Deskri looked terrified. Absolutely terrified. It only served to remind him of how he himself had been so frightened that day. How his heart hammered and body went cold. The apology was accepted with a faint nod, almost barely even worthy to be called such. He watched Deskri carefully, unable to stop his hand from gently running a finger over Deskri's knuckles. He needed to relax. Sirius needed to divert attention. Somehow. Brownies? Sadly, he didn't think brownies was going to work, especially after Deskri just glanced at his side.
"No. It's fine. Accidents happen. It's fine. I'm fine. You're fine. I'm not going to...." He paused, the voice in the back of his head nervously questioning what he was about to say. ".... Not going to hurt you. Or yell. Or whatever..... I probably shouldn't have smashed a brownie in your face...."
Could this stop now? Could Deskri stop looking so small and vulnerable now? Could he scream or yell or, ********, even fluster him? Anything but this frightened man right before him?
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'I'm fine. You're fine. I'm not going to hurt you.' He repeated the words a few times in his head, trying to get his thoughts to latch onto them and make them believable. He nodded slowly, to show he'd heard him. It took another few moments for him to really, truly latch onto it - the idea that this was not going to get physical. His eyes focused on his hand at the touch - gentle and a way to get him to focus. Focus.
"Its---it's okay I- I deserved that." He swallowed again, just trying to get his heart rate to drop - maybe then he could think but until then he'd just take all the blame. Honestly that one was true, he should have stopped. Shouldn't have kept poking at him when he was clearly flustered and upset. It was just so-- so what? Nice to be in power? To be able to control someone? Oh that was frightening.
"I shou--should go. Home. Uh. I'm sorry. Th--thanks, for the recipe." He tore himself out of his trance, just to set the plate of remaining brownies down on the couch. He then grabbed his jacket, rubbing at his face to get rid of the brownie there as he headed back to the closet to get his shoes. He didn't even wait to see if Sirius would follow or say anything - he just needed to get out of there.
Unfortunately, the weather had other plans. He opened the door, and then froze.
Outside it was snowing. Hard. Large, wet flakes that caked the land in a sea of impassable white. Oh, no.
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"No wa-" Sirius' hand felt empty as Deskri tore away, unable to fix the damage. No, maybe Deskri deserved a fraction of that, but he shouldn't have moved so quickly. And the fear. The fear he saw... someone without something to fear wouldn't have reacted that way. Was Deskri still afraid of him after the table experience? Or.... had something happened to him? Did Sirius frighten him? He had so many questions, and he knew none of them he could ask.
He stood, about to move to say goodbye or.... anything, really, when the new mark on his side and back caused him to double over. ********. Get up. See the ******** man out. The second he stood up he was greeted with an open door and.... a breeze of ********!" He hissed. Shirtless + blizzard? Yeah, no, that wasn't pleasant. He moved towards Deskri, standing right behind him and placing a hand on the door frame, leaning over to arch his body around to see Deskri.
"So....." His eyes slowly trailed to the snow as he used Deskri's clothed body to shield him. "I don't think that's safe, Deskri."
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This had to be some sort of cosmic joke, or punishment, or something. But honestly, what had he done to deserve this? Hadn't he already gone through enough? He swallowed hard, contemplating the likeliness of himself freezing to death out there on the way home when a blue hand crossed his peripheral vision. He jumped slightly- not having expected Sirius to come so close so soon after he'd hurt him. Slowly he turned to look at him, noting that he was very close and arched over to see what was going on. Oh.
Shirtless. Blizzard outside. Cold air. He immediately shut the door, jerking at first but then managing to shut it gently at the last second. No need to cause more harm - even if it was to an inanimate object. What was he going to do? He didn't have anywhere to hide here. And that was what he wanted more than anything in the entire world at that very moment- a safe place to hide.
"N-no...... its not safe." He replied quietly. He almost felt like his throat was going to close up. "I don't have fire spells......."
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Sirius was grateful when Deskri had the right mind to close the ******** door. He let up slightly, leaning away from the smaller man and shaking his head, arm raising (the arm that wasn't on the same side as that darkening welt) to rub the back of his head.
"Well. s**t." s**t indeed. Obviously, Deskri had to stay over. Which meant figuring out sleeping situations.... Which meant they'd go into work together. Which meant Ava seeing. ********. Think about that later.
"Luckily, we have brownies for the night and extra blankets?" A nervous, almost scared smile touched his face and a shaky laugh exited his mouth. Would Deskri let him try and lighten the mood? Were they.... okay? Sure, they never were okay, but.... did something between them break? Was Sirius a "bad person" now? He almost felt.... afraid? Terrified? Why did it ******** matter if Deskri truly hated him? Hadn't he always assumed Des did, anyway?
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He nodded slowly, staring blankly ahead at the door. What to do... what to do... maybe if it stopped snowing later he could leave- he'd just... he'd just have to be here until it did that. After a few moments he finally looked back to Sirius. "Y-yeah... brownies and blankets..." He then began to slowly kick off his shoes, hands wringing themselves anxiously. Sirius seemed to be making an effort to be nice- but why? He didn't deserve that--... Again he looked to see the welt and immediately frowned, expression twisting into one of shame. Absolute shame.
".........do.. you have something for that... I... could... maybe help you... patch it up. Or something. Maybe. Ifthats'okay." He spoke slowly, unsure of himself until finally he just spit it all out in one go. Hopefully Sirius would understand what he'd said and not shoot him down.
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What? Sirius looked slowly down at his injury, about to decline. No. He was fine, he could do it on his own.....
Shame
It was written on Deskri's face. Shooting him down will only take away something could make Deskri feel better. Sirius couldn't help but frown, though it was more sad than anything. What had happened to him, anyway? Not like Sirius could talk...
"The downstairs bathroom has a first aid kit under the sink." He nodded towards the bathroom. "If you want to.... help.... that's okay." A nervous flutter of the stomach caused him to look away, hand rubbing the back of his neck once more before moving down. Ah s**t, this was embarrassing.
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"Okay..." He nodded, then.. very carefully scooted around him to go find it. Once inside he knocked the door closed a little and then squatted down in front of the sink, and buried his face in his hands. Not now.. not now... he couldn't break down now. He forced himself to breathe, 1... 2... 3... in... 3... 2... 1... out. He did it a couple of times before he opened up the cabinet, and then found the first aid kid. With it in hand, he pushed himself up and then made his way out of the bathroom and back to the couch with Sirius.
Nervousness hit him like a ton of bricks. Who was he to be doing this? He sat down next to him- on the side he'd smacked, and examined the welt before opening up the kit... "...Ointment first, right...?"
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Sirius had settled on the couch by the time Deskri returned, examining his welt carefully. Man, that was rough. Deskri knew how to pack a punch with that tail. When Deskri returned he squirmed to give Deskri room, nodding at the question. At least, he assumed that was right. Sirius was notorious for leaving wounds untouched.
"S-sure." Whatever Deskri wanted to do was good. He also was.... what? Nervous about the fact that Deskri was about to touch him? The only real physical contact they had was hurting each other. And the hand.... This was new. The barrier between them had gotten smaller and it freaked Sirius out, honestly. He didn't really know a world where he wasn't arguing with Deskri over something. What the ******** was this?
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He nodded, then sifted through the kit to find the ointment needed-- ah, antibacterial. He untwisted the cap, then pushed a small amount onto his finger. He then turned to face Sirius but then paused-- "I--... It'll hurt." He mumbled, but before really touching the welt, he braced his hand against his side, then ever so gently rubbed the ointment in.
He then pulled his hand away- waiting, checking to see if that was okay, if he'd done something right for once. If he had, he'd continue until it was time to put the bandages on.
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Sirius hissed sharply through his teeth, hands flying up to brace against his knees. ********. His tail lashed wildly, smacking against the couch as he grit his teeth. When Deskri paused he gave a thumbs up, opening one eye to peek at the man. "Tis all great." He grumbled before leaning slightly to allow Deskri to continued.
There came a point where, while Deskri addressed his wound, he became interested. He watched the smaller hands at work, even leaning his head closer without realizing it. That's what Deskri's skin looked like near his, a stark and vibrant contrast. They were completely different, minus the hot-tempers, and yet here they were, sitting on a couch and dressing a wound caused by an angry flail of the tail. When Deskri finished he leaned over, head almost touching Deskri's shoulder before, carefully (as to not both upset Deskri and his side), he returned, nudging a brownie onto Deskri's knee.
"You never got to try one." He whispered, afraid any loud word or cough or fidget would break the calm. "Thanks. For the patching up. I wouldn't have done that on my own."
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At first he'd been just about to pull away- to apologize and back off- but the thumbs up cleared the way for now... He attempted to work quickly - delicately - until finally he was able to apply the bandages. He hadn't even noticed Sirius getting so close, too focused on getting this done so he could make it right. Once he finished- he leaned back a little, furthering the distance between the two of them. He felt a little calmer, able to handle things again. He'd fixed it. Made it better. Mended the wound as best as he could. That's what he was supposed to do. Fix things, not break them.
His gaze was drawn down to the brownie on his knee... did he deserve it? Sirius had given it to him so... He nodded, and then picked it up. "You're welcome." He mumbled in response, "I haven't... done that in a while so it's probably shitty..." A sigh escaped him before he brought the brownie up to take a small bite. It was as delicious as the previous ones had been, but he couldn't really enjoy it unless Sirius was also going to have one - then he just felt like a jerk.
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"It's fine." He mumbled back, watching Deskri. Good. He seemed to like it. Slowly leaning against the couch and readjusting the pillow behind his back, the hybrid flicked his tail gently, hands reaching up to gently touch the edge of his newly bandaged wound.
"Better than anything I could have done." He noted, settling his hand back into his lap. Quietly, as if afraid it might set Deskri off, he gave a soft sigh. "Is there anyone at home you need to call to tell them you're here?"
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He watched him carefully, then mimicked his movement to gently lean back against the couch. He offered up a small, noncommittal shrug. He only knew how to do that as a result of certain upbringings and... current coping mechanisms. But he wasn't about to tell Sirius, that. Oh no. He knew it was too risky-- Sirius might get on his case- might tell people.
He glanced at his phone on the ground... he should probably tell Tengu, but he wasn't at home. "....I can send my brother a text..." He finally answered after a few moments of consideration. "He might worry..."
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Brother? His eyebrow quirked but he shrugged in response. Alright. Fair enough. Getting up, he slowly began to clean the kitchen, putting brownies away and utensils. It was a slow process, but he couldn't leave it there overnight. That was disgusting.
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He watched as Sirius got up to go to the kitchen, taking that as a sign to let Tengu know where he was. He finished off his brownie, then stood up and retrieved his phone. He tapped at it - noting that... well.. the language Sirius had said he was speaking in wasn't real but it didn't matter now. He selected the messaging app, and then found Tengu's number to write out a simple message.
"Caught in a blizzard, won't be home tonight. I'm fine. Be safe."
He hit the send button, and then sighed, pocketing the phone before he shuffled over to the kitchen... "I can clean that up..."
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"It's fine." Sirius had already finished by the time Deskri approached, setting the last pan in the dishwasher and standing up.
"I...." He trailed off, head tilting to the side. "Am going to bed, which is upstairs. I'm exhausted. You can use the TV, get water, etc etc. Do whatever. There's blankets in the closet and more pillows, and the couch pulls out into a bed. A shitty one, but a bed." Sirius gently shrugged, careful with his side. "If you need anything.... just knock on the door? I leave it open so won't be hard to get me..." He trailed off, awkwardly coughing before slowly walking towards the stairs. He could run away now, yes? Yes?
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Ah, he'd taken too long... He nodded a little, listening to him speak. Bedtime. Okay. That was doable. He'd just... watch TV all night or something - or at least until the snow stopped. Maybe if they got the plows through he could get home, or at least to the school. "Okay. Thanks." He nodded, then shuffled back to the couch to curl up on it, knees brought to his chest, arms wrapped around his legs.
It wasn't a Sleep Night, so he'd just be like that until the next morning if the snow didn't free him. Or rather, free Sirius. He knew he'd ******** this entire thing up.
As the hours passed, he soon realized that he'd underestimated how tired he was. He often went days at a time without sleeping - just waiting for his body to crash.. had he lost track of how long it'd been? Probably. Bed.. He needed to get to bed before he passed out on the floor. Delirium struck hard and fast - and routine took over. He'd long since taught himself to navigate his way to his bedroom when he got to this stage to crawl into bed - unfortunately... He forgot where he was.
Somehow he managed to climb the stairs, one eye open but vision too blurred to really see what he was doing. He stumbled into the bedroom, and then crawled onto the bed - thankfully opposite of Sirius, and then collapsed. Immediately dead to the world.
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Sirius had long ago passed out. He was a heavy sleeper, so the arrival of Deskri hadn't stirred the bright hybrid. Not until, at least, Des crawled into the bed. For half an hour Sirius remained put, until, slowly, his body naturally dragged him closer to Des, arms wrapping around the warm bundle and body curling tight against what his body believed to be a warm pillow. Oh, the screaming that would ensue whenever one of them woke....
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Posted: Mon Feb 29, 2016 9:29 pm
Chapter Six, Part One: Giving In Des, once he did pass the ******** out, was a heavy sleeper. One of the heaviest sleepers ever. Being that he was naturally a cold individual, he curled into the warmth that was Sirius as soon as he made himself available. Honestly it was the best sleep he'd had in years. No nightmares, no dreams, no nothing. Just peace.
The next morning though, when he woke, he blinked slowly- wondering why the room looked so different... wait. Where was he? This wasn't his apartment. He started to shift, and then felt the weight on him and realized... that. Was someone else's arm tucked around him. A certain blue someone's arm. Panic swept through him in an instant. Oh Nine. He was gonna get blamed for this -- how did he get up here?? How did this happen??? Oh what the ******** was he going to do?
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Sirius had a wonderful sleep, for once. He actually stayed asleep. First time in four days he actually settled for a real nights sleep and he got it. So, when he slowly began to wake he was in a good mood. He felt warm, comfortable, even had someone to hol-
Someone to hold. Someone was being held. He had someone in his arms. He did not bring someone home last night from the bar. He brought a certain someone home, but that person had been told to stay downstairs. So they couldn't possibly be anywhere near him. Maybe he was imagining things? Surely if he tried to lift his arm....
It wouldn't move because it was trapped under someones shoulders.
It took all of five seconds for him to blink the sleep away and began, delicately, experimenting. Don't let him wake up. Check what happened. Arms, trapped. Legs, under blankets. Tail...... trapped in the others tail. Calm down. Don't scream. Did they have clothes on? ..... Yes, good, check.
So. What the ******** happened last night? Nothing, other then.....
"You crawled in my bed." He verbally finished his thought with, mostly in complete ******** shock. And then, finally, the anger settled in. " You crawled in my bed " This time he began to squirm away, sitting up to view the smaller man. " You are in my bed " Now, a new emotion arose; confusion. Tired Sirius apparently was a train wreck of feelings, and he wasn't even sure what the ******** his next emotion was going to be.
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Oh Gods. He was moving. Testing to see what parts of him were trapped - he felt the shift of his arm, the slight tug of his tail being completely intertwined with Sirius's-- his heart was hammering again, panic threatening to make him leap up and run out into the snow regardless of how dangerous it was. Anything could be better than this-- okay, not anything, but a LOT of things could be better than this. He squeezed his eyes shut, expecting some kind of rough shove, a raised voice, shouted accusations---
Well, he did get jostled as Sirius squirmed away and sat up, and he did sound pissed, sort of...? Shocked, angered, confused? Oh ********. He squirmed onto his back, his own face clearly displaying his own mixture of confusion, slight fear and bewilderment. "I--" He started, then cut off, what was he going to say? How could he excuse this?
'yeah so I have severe insomnia and I trained myself to walk to bed' didn't exactly sound believable even if it was true.
"What the ********. " Great. A+ job there, Deskri. He kicked himself mentally, but couldn't get his ******** mouth to work - even the stupid explanation of the unbelievable truth would've been better than that
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'What the ********'
Sirius was so about to, maybe, behave. Maybe even ask if Deskri was okay. Had he been scared at night? Had something happened? But no, instead, 'what the ********' left that mans lips, and usually, when Deskri said that, it was followed by an insult. Immediately his defensive mechanism kicked in and he recoiled from Deskri, eyes narrowing harshly.
"What do you mean what the ********? That's my line. Don't start blaming this s**t on me. Don't you dare " He hissed, not quite at the screaming point, but if Deskri didn't do something, and soon, he would rapidly get there.
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Oh s**t- OHHHH s**t-- he braced himself for an explosion of rage but it didn't quite come, not yet- he still had a chance to fix it- still had a chance to make his mouth work correctly. He scooted to the edge of the bed, away from Sirius just in case he decided to flip out before he could finish speaking- god if only he could get the words out of his mouth, why was he freezing up so badly?
"I didn't-- I didn't mean--" He stammered, shaking his head a little. "It was a rhetorical what the ******** , I swear to the Nine it was rhetorical. " There. Finally. He said it. Got it out into the open that he'd been flipping out at himself, not Sirius. Now if only he could get his mouth to work again in order to explain. Please. Just. Spit out the explanation. Anything at all. Okay, not anything, but SOMETHING NOT TERRIBLE.
He swallowed, then pushed himself up to sit, legs folded under him, tail curled over his lap. "I- uh-- insomnia. " Yeah. Okay. That helped. Wow.
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Rhetorical. That was somehow supposed to make him feel better? No, calm down. This was the lack of coffee speaking. Relax. Lower shoulders. Relax.
And then the next comment. His head jerked back, eyes narrowing. Brain, work. Wake up. Now. For once, he needed to converse without coffee, and he wasn't ******** sure how that was going to go. Did he hear Deskri just right? Insomnia? What about it? You can't just spout random words at the person you crawled into bed with and expect them to become distracted. That's what this was, right? How the ******** did this have anything to do with insomnia?
"What." He grunted, tiredly blinking back at Deskri. "I know what insomnia is. It doesn't explain why you're suddenly here. In my bed."
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Oh Nine he made it worse. As if it could really get worse. Ugh. He risked rubbing at his face, trying to get his brain to work. Come on. It wasn't hard. Open mouth, words come out. The right words. He inhaled, then sighed, and then finally looked back at him. "I have. Insomnia. And... I taught myself. To walk to bed. Before I pass out. On the floor." There. He got it out. Choppy, stupid little sentences, but it was there. "I thought I was good for another day but I was wrong and now here I am and I---" It was then that his brain decided to register just how little clothing Sirius was wearing, and then promptly shut down.
Oh what the ********---- am very sorry. " He managed to kickstart himself enough to spit that little bit out, and then jerked his head away, hoping, praying that the red tint on his face wasn't too terribly visible.
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He saw those eyes.
Sirius froze, face rapidly turning teal as he, too, yanked his head to the side, immediately pulling a cover over his lower half. Oh s**t, why this? What had he done to deserve this? Who said that he needed to have this exact situation happen to him?
His house, his rules? Nope, that didn't help. Being half naked, in bed with his enemy, and defenseless was not something he could exactly handle. This was another thing they could never discuss or, surely, he'd need to quit his job.
"I-It's fine." No it wasn't. "s**t happens." This s**t normally didn't happen. "Just forget it." He'll never forget it. "Uh." Good job, good conversing skills right there. Sirius stumbled over his thoughts, too tired to do anything other than stare at the door. Now what? It was morning.... he could kick Deskri out now. No. Rude. That was incredibly rude, even if this just happened.
"Pancakes. I'm making pancakes." He stammered, still staring at that door. "So. If you want to stay and eat, whatever. If not, that's cool too."
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Oh. Oh no. He'd seen where his eyes had flickered to. He'd never be able to live this down- ever-- oh. He wasn't going to poke at him about it. He wasn't going to make jabs. Thank the Nine some kind of mercy had been bestowed upon him. He nodded stiffly, though he knew it wasn't okay and he'd never be able to forget about this.
"I--" He pushed himself up, keeping his gaze away from Sirius. "I dunno I-- uh, I'm gonna-- I'm gonna go. Downstairs. To the couch. Uh. Bye." He then just. Turned and fled the room, pattering down the stairs as fast as he could. He would have just LEFT, but... well... a peek outside revealed that the snow had piled up so much, they probably couldn't even get out of Sirius's townhome.
Why. Why this.
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Sirius just..... nodded, though it didn't honestly matter. Deskri was already gone. He took his sweet time getting ready, mostly to avoid seeing Deskri anytime soon. Oh Nine. Eventually, he was ready, and that meant trying to..... forget about what happened.
Of course, he was mildly surprised when Deskri could be found downstairs. He had assumed he would have fled the second he could, but maybe pancakes had kept him the- Oh ********. Was that snow outside his window? Piles. Of it? Oh fuuuuuuuuck.
"Seriously." He muttered as he just stared at the window, and then at Deskri, who probably had the exact same feelings as him. The Nine were testing him, they really ******** were.
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Deskri had, by that time, curled himself up on the couch - just staring outside. As if staring would do anything about the situation. As fiery as his looks could get, no amount of glaring would melt the snow outside. He didn't even know how to use fire magic. He rubbed at his face, trying desperately to erase the image of Sirius from earlier -- but alas. No amount of head rubbing would act as brain bleach..
'Seriously.' He jerked his head up and over towards Sirius, he hadn't even heard him come downstairs. He blinked, and then looked back to the window, and then back to Sirius again........ "Yeah...." He mumbled, and then averted his gaze once more. ".......It's too deep to walk through so I can't leave......." Well, that was an admission that he was just going to escape the second he got the chance, but... well... honestly if Sirius hadn't expected that, he clearly didn't know him very well.
But why would he know him? Sirius hated him. And honestly he pretended to hate Sirius but he didn't really. He was an aggravating piece of s**t, but he didn't hate him.
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"Yeah, I got that when I saw the snow." Sirius mumbled, eying the outside world one last time before heading towards his coffee maker. ******** this, he needed to wake up before he tried this conversation again.
In went the coffee mix, and out of the kitchen Sirius went. He traveled to the couch, having earlier grabbed pants but lacking a shirt, still. "So." He grumbled, flopping onto the end of the couch. "That means another day of you being here." Great. Wonderful. Another day with the demonic little dragon. Greaaaaaat
"Do you.... eat anything but brownies?" Pancakes, he needed to go make pancakes, but that'd come after coffee. He couldn't just feed Deskri brownies for dinner. No, he wouldn't. Someone needed to eat healthy here, and he wasn't going to watch Deskri just consume junk food in his home. "Better yet, can you.... make anything.... other than brownies?" Oh, he tried so hard to say that nicely, but his tone had morphed into a mild tease. What the ******** did this guy even eat? The souls of children?
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Internally he winced, Sirius was not pleased and that meant an entire day of possibly being in a hostile environment. He'd seen the fear in his reaction of accidental physical violence before-- but that was before he'd invaded his bed. Invaded his space. While he was vulnerable. Subconsciously he curled himself tighter, tucking his tail in between his torso and legs just to make sure it couldn't get into any trouble. No chance for whipping anyone - no chance for tangling with Sirius's tail. He settled his chin onto his knees, staring blankly ahead at the wall in front of him - not even at the TV.
The question took a moment for him to comprehend- he hadn't expected Sirius to speak to him again. He spared a nervous look out of the corner of his eye - unable to move his actual body for now. "....Yeah." He mumbled, and then averted his gaze. Could he cook? Well... no. Not really. "........No." He shook his head. All of his meals were pre-prepared, honestly. Or he bought it out. ".....I set water on fire once." Well. Almost. But it was enough to get his point across. He'd be a burden for the next day. He needed to call Tengu before his mental state got much worse-- he didn't even have his medication. Oh, Nine he didn't have his medication.
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He.... did what? Sirius' eyes narrowed dramatically, tail tip curling. What? What? No. No, this would not do. If Deskri was going to stay over, again, he was going to help Sirius cook. He couldn't believe that he couldn't cook anything. Eggs? Pasta? ..... Rice? Anything?
"You...." He paused, head tilting to the side as he tried not to make fun of the other. "Are helping me cook today." He finally finished, arms crossing across his bare chest.
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Oh, he could feel it. The judgment. The disbelief. Yeah, he was that bad at cooking. He wasn't even sure how he'd passed life skills when he went to the Academy as a student. If he could make himself any smaller, he would. But, he couldn't, so he just had to sit there and deal with Sirius's disbelief and his complete uselessness.
"Wh--" he started to object, surprised by the statement, but quickly shut himself up. Slowly he turned to look at him, hoping his expression was unreadable but honestly nervousness painted his face like red on a canvas. "I--... you don't... want me in there..... S-seriously...."
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"I do." Sirius mumbled back, leaping up as he heard the coffee maker go off. Finally. Please. Save him. "I said it, therefor I want you." He grabbed a cup, pausing as he used his tail to open the fridge, grabbing milk. He nabbed sugar after he set the milk down, beginning to create his delicious salvation.
"Just follow directions." He refrained from adding 'for once', instead bringing the finished cup of coffee to his mouth. A soft, pleased sigh escaped him, tail shaping a heart for one second before he leaned against the counter, head tossing backwards. Finally.
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'I want you'
Oh Nine. He cringed internally at the weird little leap he felt in his chest. What the ******** was that? Maybe he should see a doctor.. get that checked out... Heart palpitations were a bad thing, right? He watched as Sirius hopped up to get his coffee, and just... squinted at the little heart his tail made. Did... Did that really happen? He blinked, but it was already gone. It wasn't like there was anyone else around for him to confirm with. Ugh...
Alright. Well. He was going to be forced to come cook something - all he had to do was follow directions. He could do that, right? Immediately his brain began rerunning memories of all the times he'd tried and failed to follow directions given by everyone under the sun. Nope. He couldn't do this. He was going to catch Sirius's house on fire or something and it was going to be terrible.
He remained on the couch, blankly staring in Sirius's direction but not really looking at him. He'd just... stay in place until he was told to get up.
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It took a good ten minutes for Sirius to acknowledge Deskri existed after that. Two cups of coffee was what it took for him to finally push off the counter, crack his neck, and slide towards the cupboard, pulling out ingredients left and right. Finally, when satisfied, he tilted his head to look back at Deskri, nodding towards him.
"Do you need to.... shower? Or anything? I have towels and extra s**t? I dunno your morning ritual, so...."
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Morning ritual. Did he have one? Roll out of bed - try not to trip over his mess.. find something to snack on. Take his meds. Call Tengu. There wasn't really one - usually he took showers at night to try and coax himself into sleep but, well... He shrugged. "I could... use a shower." He finally responded, slowly. He realized that meant getting up, though. Carefully he unwound himself, stretching his legs out a little until he was uncurled, and then pushed himself up to stand.
"If. You don't mind." Then... there would be the matter of clothing. It would be pointless to shower and then put on dirty clothes again. But, well, it wasn't like he had a choice. He didn't plan to spend the night.
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Sirius shrugged, turning back to the stove to pull some pans out. Wait. What was he.... going to do about clothes? His tail flicked lazily as he considered the options. There were none, really. Washing Deskri's clothes would at least take an hour, probably longer. He couldn't just.... wander around naked. Oh no. That thought caused a small stir in his stomach, eyes narrowing in frustration. Was that nausea or.....?
"Clothing." He blurted, refusing to look over at Deskri in-case the man shot him a glower. "You don't exactly... have anything clean."
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He could have jumped out of his skin, honestly. He shot Sirius a look - but he wasn't looking in his direction. Okay. So. He'd brought up the clothing topic. "......I don't." He replied. What.... was he supposed to do? He sure as hell wasn't going to be the one to suggest borrowing something of Sirius's-- not after the morning they'd had. ".......Towel...? And my jacket...?" He suggested, feeling out the territory. He'd feel horribly exposed, but it would be better than nothing at all.
Oh, Nine. He swallowed, wondering that on earth that feeling in his gut was. Was he getting sick? Figured. Juuuuust peachy. He realized, of course, that his suggestion inferred that he'd even be washing his clothes which... might be too far. He'd just... offer to buy him more detergent...?
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There went the stomach flutter. Seriously, he must have the flu or something....
"No." He hissed, head shaking. "That isn't happening. It's cold down here." Said the shirtless one. "I'm not letting you get a cold and then blame it on me. Borrow my clothes." There, topic brought up, now he got to wait for the obvious screaming that would happen. Probably something about how he's filthy, and his clothes were trash, so why the ******** would Deskri put trash on? Lovely. He couldn't wait.
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Oh, thank the Nine he'd offered on his own. He nodded. "Okay. Thanks..." Now what. Go help himself to the shower? Wait to be lead up there?? He didn't dare go into his room again to look for clothing - he'd rather ask Sirius to do that himself than go through his things. The thought of it made his skin crawl - or did it? Something was going on and he wasn't sure he approved of it.
"...Whatever you don't mind... sparing..."
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What? He couldn't help the surprise that showed on his face, grateful he was facing the stove. Seriously? Deskri didn't put up a fuss? His tail flicked behind him as he considered the change in events. Somehow, he wasn't being chewed apart. In fact, Deskri was behaving. Holy s**t.
Did he trust Deskri alone in his room? No. His Flitterat was in there, too, and he never quite believed Deskri had no interest in it. Not once.
"The shower is upstairs. Go use that, I'll leave a set of clothes by the door."
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Ah. Shower first, then clothes. Some part of him suspected it was a ruse to get him back for the bed incident- he'd be incredibly exposed and Sirius would get an opportunity to return the favor of staring. Some sort of flutter started up in him at that thought, but he quickly brushed it aside. He shouldn't feel that. He should feel worried. "Ah... okay. Sure.. thanks." He nodded, even though Sirius couldn't see him, and then turned to head up the stairs.
Once there, he turned into the bathroom and paused a moment to examine the shower controls. The same as back home, thankfully... He turned on the water, and then stripped down, nervousness rising as he realized he'd have to set his clothes outside, too. He folded them neatly, then carefully stuck them out into the hall, on the floor. He then quickly shuffled into the shower-- not sparing his reflection a glance in the mirror. He wanted to get this over with. The warm water felt nice- soothing, relaxing... He didn't have to feel so wound up and worried anymore... He glanced around at what Sirius had, some part of him feeling as if some hidden curiosity was being satisfied... Exactly what kind of shampoo did he use, anyway? Or soap?
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While Deskri showered the man padded to his room, grabbing a sweater and pants. A part of him doubted the pants would work; he was fairly bigger than Deskri. It was worth the shot, though. Once he was in the hallway he set the clothes down. A part of him fluttered as he eyed the door, hand twitching. He could just.... open it and terrify Deskri. It'd be payback for everything. Then again... a part of him also didn't..... want to. As if scaring the piss out of Deskri had somehow grown less appealing over the evening. Awh ********, was he going soft?
He grabbed Deskri's clothes, heading down the stairs and tossing them into a hidden laundry basket. He'd throw them in the wash after pancakes. By the time Deskri was finished he'd find a plate of pancakes waiting for him and a blue man watching the news.
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Well, nothing scandalous in the shower, though he didn't really expect there to be. He stepped out, drying his hair along with the rest of himself. He wrapped the towel around his waist, securing it with a little makeshift knot before he opened the door - just enough to look for the clothing. Ah. A sweater and a pair of pants...
He pulled them inside, and then attempted the pants... They immediately fell to the floor. He sighed, wondering if he should ask for a belt or something... For now, he folded them up again and then pulled on the sweater. At least he'd kept his underwear.... He folded up the towel, then headed on downstairs, folded pants held to his chest.
Sirius was on the couch again, and it smelled like the pancakes were done. Mentally he sighed in relief-- no need to worry about that. His tail swayed a little as he shuffled into the room. "....do you have a belt, by chance..."
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Sirius hadn't exactly heard Deskri until it was too late. He didn't have even a second to prepare himself, head snapping over and mouth opening to begin answering when, instead, it abruptly snapped shut. There Deskri was. Tiny, slender Deskri..... in a sweater. Without pants. Oh ********. What was that in his chest? His heart had skipped, stomach flipping as his cheeks turned a slight teal, tail flicking and smacking against the cushion. What the ******** was wrong with him?
"U-Uh" He stammered, eyes rolling to focus on the TV. Eat. Distract yourself with food. "No. I don't wear clothes that don't fit, so I don't have a belt." It was far easier communicating without looking at Deskri. Then, at least, he could pretend he had pants on.
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He blinked, eyeing the tail... and his reaction. Was that okay..? Did he look like a drowned rat or something? He looked down at himself, suddenly realizing some of his... scars might be visible. Ugh. He didn't dare fidget with himself too much -- or Sirius might ask what was going on. Still, the news of no belt was... disappointing. "Ah.. okay." He wasn't exactly sure what to do with the pants, then, so he just... shuffled over to sit them down on the edge of the couch.
His stomach emitted a small growl, reminding him that he was, indeed, hungry. He spared Sirius a glance, and then shuffled off to the kitchen, tail swaying behind. He fixed himself a small plate of pancakes, with some butter and syrup, and then shuffled back to the couch to sit down. Well. Now it would be inevitable. He curled his legs under him, and then settled the plate into his lap before he... hesitantly rolled back the sleeves on the sweater. He'd be damned if he'd get syrup on it. Hellllll no.
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Sirius refused to look. ******** this. He wasn't falling into this. His cheeks had dimmed into a normal blue as he ate, tail swaying lazily behind him. When Deskri sat down he didn't dare glance over. Not until the sleeves rolled up. Something caught his attention. It was either the desire to see if Deskri liked the food or the flash of Deskri's brighter skin, but his eyes trailed over, spotting.....
Scars.
They weren't the normal kind of scars, either. No. It was obvious what they were, and hastily his eyes diverted. Don't ask. Don't stare. Don't address it. How did one raise concern about something like that when the other person obviously despised him? You didn't. Ever. That wasn't his place, and he'd quickly be shot down. Perhaps even start a new, worse fight.
Of course, when his eyes swerved away they just had to land on something else. Like the bottom of the sweater. Oh Nine, there went the bright cheeks and nervous tail flick. ********. Ignore. Ignore.
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He took a small bite of pancake, and his tail immediately began he pleased sway it usually did with the brownies, though not as enthusiastic. Pancakes were, admittedly, one of his favored foods, but he didn't know how to make them and hadn't cared enough to get past his knack for setting things on fire in order to learn how. He glanced over at Sirius out of the corner of his eye... Well, his face was really teal again...
Oh.
He glanced down at himself - half checking to see what was exposed, half self-conscious about what was showing... He'd just. have to finish his pancakes quickly so he could ball himself up under the sweater. Perfect solution. His tail sped up a little, moving in a more nervous pattern as he attempted to eat faster but not fast enough to cause suspicion -- though Des never really was good at being subtle.......
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This was going to be awkward. This was awful. This was the wo- Oh? Wait. He glanced over, watching the tail curiously. Deskri was expressive with that damn noodle, and the way it moved.... nervous? Well, that wasn't surprising, was it? Wouldn't he be nervous if he was half naked next to his enemy? Wait..... he was. Suddenly, an amused smile crossed his face. It leveled the field a little, didn't it?
"We're lacking what the other one has." He mumbled, attempting to both lighten the situation and distract himself somewhat by the fact there was a pantless man next to him. "The news said everything is shut down until tomorrow morning. Even the roads. Which means work isn't.... happening."
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Almost. Done. Almost done. He put the last bit of pancake into his mouth, then paused - 'we're lacking what the other one has.' - wait what..? He blinked, swallowing- and then it dawned on him. Sirius was shirtless, and he was pants-less. Well... he wasn't wrong, then. He set his plate aside, and nodded. "Y-yeah... I guess we are." He shrugged a little, and then shifted to tuck his legs into the sweater.
That, of course, caused a moment of extreme exposure before he covered himself up again. "What." He couldn't help the flatness of his tone. Another night here? He didn't care about missing work- but really. Another night here. And this time he'd definitely not be sleeping.
"......that sucks... they had homework due." He sighed, pausing for a moment - Sirius was making an attempt at conversation so... "......will your familiars be okay."
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Great, that flat tone obviously wasn't pleased by the situation. Neither was Sirius, though. His tail flicked gently, brushing against the back of the couch here and there as he ate. When finished he set the plate on the floor for the moment, about to turn the TV off when...
Was Deskri actually willing to converse? He blinked, his teal cheeks finally normal. "Yes." Luckily, he had the habit of stocking extra food for the familiars to easily get in the case of emergencies. "And if they wouldn't be I'd physically walk the miles to make sure they were." He added. No one could ever doubt his determination. There really was a reason Ava hired him.
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".......you'd get frostbite in your tail before you got there, you know." He commented. He rested his chin on his knees again, but glanced over at Sirius. Okay. The color was gone. Then whatever that was about was over with. Thank the Nine. "......but I guess that's good." Dedication, at least. He couldn't say he'd do that for anything - except maybe to help Tengu. But he'd do anything for Tengu.
Just thinking about it made his tail twitch a little, causing it to move back against the couch and then--
Immediately he sat upright as he felt it happen- his tail curling around Sirius's. Honestly it was like every hair on his head was standing on edge -- oh ********. Ohhhhh ********. There was no doubt about it this time. His tail was _definitely the culprit. He slowly turned his head to eye Sirius -- almost looking like a kicked puppy as he shifted to try and pull his tail back.
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Sirius shrugged. "I don't really care." He admitted, and it was true. Animals were far more important than his tail. He could live without a tail. He wouldn't die. The familiars would without him. That was far more important to him.
Silence seemed to have settled. He hadn't noticed the tail shifting closer. Not until, suddenly, he felt it slowly curl around his. His spine twitched, head slowly turning to stare at Deskri. His stomach flipped again, and his eyes spotted, the damn sweater again. Anger didn't surface this time, instead an almost playful eye narrow followed. AHA! He knew it!
"You can't blame me this time." He murmured, and while his cheeks seem to tint that familiar teal after the glance at Deskri he seemed preoccupied, attempting to flick his tail away. Wait. Why.... did it just curl around Deskri tighter? Um? No???? "...... It's stuck." Now he looked like the kicked puppy, awaiting the accusations. Oh Nine.
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Oh Nine. He stared at Sirius, almost expecting to get shoved off of the couch, but instead... he just... eyed him weirdly? Was that... playfulness? He didn't dare relax, though, not even of a second. "I--" he started, then paused, ********, how could he explain this? "I don't know why it did that..." He finally finished his thought, then turned to try and pull his tail a little harder.... Except Sirius's tail tightened on his.
He blinked, then looked back to Sirius - instead of anger, he just... looked confused. "I don't get it." He frowned, deeply bothered by this recurring thing. Why did it keep happening? It seemed like anytime they were close enough for their tails to touch, they wound up wrapping around each other. He shifted to his knees, then carefully reached out to manually begin untangling Sirius's tale from his own. The more he tried, the more his own tail tightened. " ********. c'mondon'tdothis. " He whined softly under his breath, as if talking to his tail like it were its own person would help.
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Sirius couldn't help but just stare as Deskri seemed to begin taking matters into his own hands. For a second, he thought this was a joke. Surely Deskri's tail wasn't tightening against Deskri's hands, right? So, he attempted to wrench his own tail free, watching as it, firmly, tightened around Deskri as if the life of it depended on Deskri's limb.
"The ********...." He breathed, mind reeling for one second before he flicked his eyes back to Deskri. What did the little s**t do to him? Was this a spell? Why? What did either of them benefit from this? Being handcuffed, no, excuse that, tail cuffed was not fun, and already scenario's flashed in his head. What if they were stuck forever? What if one needed the restroom? Or wanted to sleep and the other didn't? Or had a date? Oh Nine, please let this be undone.
Yet, right now, it amused him now that he eyed Deskri, who clearly wasn't amused. The whine had immediately registered as cute, and Sirius tried to drown that thought before the word would slip from his mouth.
"Let me try." He mumbled, swatting at Deskri's hands and taking both of their tails, using each hand to try and pull. Nope. Stuck. Great.
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Posted: Mon Feb 29, 2016 9:41 pm
Chapter Six, Part Two: Giving In Oh Nine. Ohhhhh nINE why was this happening?? He wanted to try harder, but didn't dare risk tugging harder. If he hurt Sirius he wasn't sure what would happen. He backed away as Sirius insisted that he try, instead wringing his hands together while he watched. Oh god. Sirius' tail was tightening around his. "I don't understand--" He squeaked a little at the end, panic setting in. How much of this would get pinned on his head??
As if it weren't enough that they were tightly wound together, the last free bit of tip around Des's tail weaseled its way between the two and then locked itself into position. ********. To even begin undoing themselves Sirius would have to force it back between the two tails. Potentially painful for both of them -- well. For Sirius, not so much himself.
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Sirius couldn't control the glow of his markings at the squeak. The ******** was that? Did he just squeak? Who even..... what. Sirius looked down once more at their tails, which had now cemented the whole being stuck together deal. ********/>
"..... If we stop thinking about it maybe they'll loosen." Aha, logic for once from the hot-head! It was possible. He made a move to grab the pillow next to Deskri for his back, inhaling sharply as his side screeched in pain. Fuuuuuuck. Great. Tails stuck. Side aching. A probably angry Deskri attached to him. This was great. Perfect. Wonderful.
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Oh Nine he even glowed. Was that an angry glow? He seemed to recall something about geists getting really bright when they were mad or something - some kinda defense mechanism. Or intimidation tactic. Either way, Des was intimidated. He settled back against the couch, as much as he could considering the current situation, and nodded. "Y-yeah. M-maybe." Nine, he hoped anyway.
He sat in silence for a few moments, just waiting for the explosion to happen.... When it didn't, he slowly calmed down, allowing himself to not be so strung up and worried. A little bit longer and he glanced over at Sirius-- then spotted the bandages. Oh... those would need to be changed... ".......You need to redo that." He nodded at his... general chest area, then looked away, cheeks tinted a bit pink.
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What? Why was Deskri now turning colors? Here they were, two grown men blushing. The ********.... if Ava found out. Oh Nine, if Ava found out. His eyes trailed to his bandage, face scrunching up. No. He rather.... not touch that. It would hurt, wouldn't it? Couldn't they just leave it alone and just said they bandaged it back up?
"I'm good...." He mumbled, reaching up tap the bandage and hissing in response. "See? Just fine."
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".......if you leave it, it could get worse." He frowned, and shook his head a little, but still kept his gaze away from Sirius. "....especially because of the moving around and stuff.... could've gotten germs in there, I dunno." He shrugged stiffly. He really, really did not want to be responsible in any way if Sirius got some sort of infection in a wound he had caused. He'd just... have to insist that he change it, that was all.
"I can just... redo it. Quickly."
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Quickly? How quickly was quickly? Worse.... they were stuck together, which meant Sirius would need to follow Deskri wherever he went. He didn't want to move, honestly, but fine. Okay. If Deskri did the work and he got to sit there then whatever.
"Fine." He sighed, eying their tails. "..... Obviously we need to go together. Slowly. If you try anything ******** funny like jerking me into a wall there will be s**t, Deskri. "
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He nodded, then slowly slid off of the couch and got up .... unfortunately, the tail slot for Sirius was in a much different place on Deskri. Different enough that the back of the sweater was raised enough to clearly see that he only had some boxers on under there. Not that he'd really noticed that part, otherwise he would've insisted on walking backwards to the bathroom with the first aid kit.
He waited for Sirius to be up before shuffling over to it, slowly, so as to not tug their tails. Ugh, he really wished they'd just... let go already.
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Sirius groaned slowly as they got up, wincing against the pain. Fuuuuuck, this is why he didn't want to move! Whatever, they were already up. It wasn't like the bathroom was far, anyway. That and now that he thought about it, an infected welt did not sound fun. That and he didn't want to hear Deskri b***h about it later on if it did get infect-
Oh.
Sirius let out a sharp gasp, face instantly turning a rapid teal and markings flashing in unison. Oh Nine, he hadn't considered the tail locations when he gave Deskri his sweater. Oh, sure, there were boxers, but then there were legs.... and the boxers didn't really stop Sirius from seeing the shape of Deskri, either. NOPE. NOPE. NO. FOCUS. DON'T THINK ABOUT IT.
"Faster. We can just- I'm already bored lets just speed this up. Now. Might get infected if we don't hurry." Yeah. Sure. That was completely the reason why he was practically illuminated.
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He perked up in alarm, looking back over his shoulder at Sirius as soon as he gasped. Was something wrong?? Were they being attacked???! "What??" Some part of that alarm showed through in his tone. He looked around, though he didn't see anything wrong... except how illuminated Sirius was. Considering that he still wasn't sure if that was a sign of aggression or not, he decided he'd just. Do what Sirius said and shuffled quickly the rest of the way. Once inside, he leaned over to open up the sink cabinet, and then pulled out the first aid then turned back to Sirius.
"O-okay, uh, ba--back to the couch." He scooted on out past Sirius, skirting around him and then shuffled back to the couch, as quickly as he could without tugging their tails.
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Oh NINE he leaned over. His face couldn't be brighter if he even tried. He didn't even speak as Deskri ushered them back to the couch, trying so hard not to look at Deskri's.... lower half. And he was failing. He was instantly grateful when they were to the couch and settled, head snapping over to stare at the window, markings lessening their intense glow enough, yet still pulsating. Oh no. What was his heart doing? Fluttering? Was he sick? Really? Great. Sick, stuck to Deskri, and wounded. Great two days so far. Fantastic.
"T-thanks." He stammered, tail twitching around Deskri's as it tried to wiggle nervously, unable to do so and instead twitching sadly. "For helping. With the welt. T-thanks."
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Sirius was... unusually silent. But he didn't want to prod at him about it. He settled onto the couch and then opened the kit, waiting for the blue hybrid to get into place before he reached out -- and then hesitated. Removing the bandages would hurt. ".......you... will probably take that back in a second." He chewed at his lip ring a little and just quickly yanked the bandage off in one go.
He then leaned back, as if expecting retaliation -- if he was farther away it wouldn't do as much damage, right??? His own tail squeezed harder as his muscles tightened up.
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Sirius actually yelled, the unexpected removal of the bandage causing him to lean forward, which only made the welt ache as it was pulled. He hissed, his tail squeezing dramatically against Deskri as he fought the need to hit something. REALLY? Would he take that back?! His nails dug into his knees, head tossing back and body leaning into the back of the couch so Deskri could inspect his side, eyes so narrow as they rolled to look at him, teeth grit. There it was, the leaning away. Did Deskri think he was a violent person? Really?
"I'm. Not. Going. To. Hit. You." He growled through the pain as the throbbing seemed to subside. s**t man. Now he really regretted even bandaging this thing in the first place. "Next time, give me a damn second to prepare." He whined, a hand rubbing his face as he sighed lowly. ******** man.
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OH NINE. He braced himself for impact-- but... it never came. He blinked, chewing at his lipring a little more as he cautiously peered over at him... Oh thank the Nine, he wasn't going to lash out. He almost felt a little pang of shame crop up in his chest as Sirius insisted that he wasn't going to lash out - how could he respond to that? Should he even respond to that? What would he say, 'sorry, I endured years of abuse and it taught me to look out when people got angry'??? Hell no.
"I know-- I just-- sorry." He sighed, slowly relaxing again...He righted himself, and then grabbed the ointment to begin the slow process of gently, gently applying it to the welt. This time he was leaned in closely, making sure to get any part that seemed to be healing up slower than the others...
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Sorry. He heard it. He knew, which meant it wasn't something he could control. There, another hint something had happened, and yet he wasn't able to ask what it was. He couldn't. It wasn't his place, and it never would be.
That.... bothered him. Somewhere in his stomach he felt briefly sick. Why? Because he'd never get answers to things like the scars and the flinches? Because Deskri would never, ever, trust him? That didn't matter months ago. Awhile ago he never even knew he existed, and yet now here he was, on a ******** couch and lamenting over the fact he was essentially a nobody to this man. Just someone who pissed Deskri off, that was it. That was all their relationship ever was; a way to vent.
His tail tightened at that thought, as if desperately trying to find a way to ensure Deskri stayed right where he was. ********. He mentally shrugged it off, just miserably glancing at the window as Deskri worked on his side, hissing and scowling here and there.
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He sighed softly when he finished, then got out some new bandages to carefully press onto him. He then wrapped up the old ones, and... well... what should he do with them? He leaned back, then looked to Sirius. "Um... w-...where is your trash...?" He held up the old bandages as if to justify his question - give reason to him ever needing to speak a word to him at all.
Sirius had gotten very quiet, and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. On one hand, it was nice. On the other... well... it made him nervous. What was he thinking about? What was he going to do?
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His gaze slid over, frowning softly as, briefly, obvious embarrassment crossed his face. Deskri was holding his dirty bandages..... Nine, he'd never live this down.
"Kitchen is the nearest one." He sighed, head tilting to look at said kitchen. He'd need to go over there, wouldn't he? Wait. No. NO! No more staring at Deskri's a**! He was done with that. Raising his hand, he flipped the trashcan open with his magic, seizing the bandages and tossing them right in the trash. There! Aha! Success! No more unwanted Deskri a**. Great
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He blinked, watching as the bandages soared over to the kitchen and then securely into the trash... well, that was a useful spell.... maybe he should learn how to do that. He closed up the kit, and then set it aside before bringing his knees back up to his chest again to get comfortable - this time however he didn't bother pulling the sweater over them.
".......is anything good on?"
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Why was Deskri trying to murder him? Sirius wasn't able to handle this. Their tails, the sweater, Deskri just being himself. ******** this storm, seriously.
"U-Uh. The news is on right now.... so let me..... change that...." What was his favorite channel? That one with the movies on it. Real descriptive. Sirius flicked through the channels, finally finding the one he wanted. "This one usually has a good movie on around this ti-" His mouth suddenly closed, spine shuddering as, instead of a good movie, what he was presented with was a very graphic sexual scene. His body froze, arm in midair with the remote (which clattered to the ground seconds later) and body as rigid as a board.
Why.
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Des nodded, turning his eyes to the screen. A movie sounded nice, and it would be something to focus on instead of... well... everything else. "Okay..." He settled back against the couch, wiggling into place a little better, and juuuuust as he was about to get comfortable the channel came to a stop on what he could only assume might be a porno with unusually high production value. Immediately his face lit up with a deep scarlet red, all the way up to the tip of his ears.
Oh. Nine. Was this really happening? Seriously??? He covered his face with his hands, tail wiggling uncontrollably - which of course, was shaking Sirius's tail. "Oh ********. "
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The tail wiggling did not help matters, as his own responded by wiggling in unison. Oh Nine. Move. Get the remote. Don't just stare in complete ******** horror. This wasn't happening. The Nine hated him. He had obviously done a great misdeed to deserve this. His markings flashed brightly as he just sat there beside Deskri, mouth opening to agree with the comment made.
"Why." Nope. That wasn't an agreement. It was a declaration of 'how could this be happening to me', smushed into one word. Finally, his body kicked into gear, hand grabbing the remote and immediately changing the channel, which.... was just the HD version of the scene. NOPE.
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Oh Nine. His tail was wiggling too - in the same horrified reaction or in excitement?? He couldn't tell. Sirius's grand question of why resonated with him on a spiritual level, honestly. But it wasn't like he could vocalize that. He just wanted this to stop. He didn't want to have to explain why his face was so red. Oh Nine his face. He heard Sirius going for the remote - and the brief silence between a channel flip.
It was over, it was safe-- he pulled his hands away and then was met with the exact. same. scene. In high definition. He couldn't help it. He emitted a low, distressed sound that quickly turned into a high pitched whine as he covered his face again, flopping to one side so that he could attempt to literally crawl into the couch as if it were even possible for someone his size.
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"You can't hide!" Sirius shouted, voice panicked. No no no! If he had to witness this, so did Deskri! "Nonono, this is a pain we both share." And yet off went the TV as he let out an equally distressed whine. Oh no. His stomach was tight, hands tense as he tried to will his body not to do the normal body response to something like that. Focus on the floor. On the tails. On the ******** snow, he didn't know what! Anything but the fact his life was over and they just witnessed the most graphic s**t together. Two full grown men, wailing over what was essentially porn like children.
"I'm not turning that back on." He croaked, too terrified of what else could ******** be on if he dared to try.
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"I'M GONNA HIDE!" He screeched back -- muffled, of course, by the couch cushion he was currently trying to be come one with. This seriously had to be some kind of cosmic joke. Honestly. Why else would unexpected porn come on when he was in nothing but a sweater and underwear? He couldn't handle this. At all. He needed to think about something else- anything else. Come on. Don't think about the tails still bound together-- oh, ********, bound.
" nO. " Again, muffled, but he did NOT want that turned back on at any cost. At least he settled, though, laying flat on his side and half way wedged in between the back cushion and seat cushion of the couch. His tail was, of course, still wiggling frantically.
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"STOP HIDING!" Sirius wailed back, like a complete child in distress. He shifted, grabbing the pillow and shoving it onto his lap, furiously staring at the floor. "Deskri if you don't stop that I will get you out of there. You suffer WITH ME." And there went his voice crack, eyes squeezing shut as his markings flashed rapidly. That's it. THAT'S IT. He was going to ******** cut their tails off! He needed out! Kill him now! This was the most humiliating day of his ******** life.
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"NO!!" He screeched back and proceeded to attempt to wiggle himself further in as a form of retaliation. "I AM SUFFERING. I AM SUFFERING SO MUCH. I AM IN UNDERWEAR. " Of course, all of his was muffled as hell but he was alarmed enough that his voice was raised ridiculously high for the moment. Regardless of what Sirius was saying, he was determined to bury himself in this couch and pretend that he didn't exist.
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One second, he was wedged halfway into the couch. The next second, he was ripped free and flopping to the ground. He, of course, shrieked as this happened and flailed, potentially pulling Sirius down with him due to his tail still being very much attached to Sirius's at a very tight length now. "WHAT THE ********!" was all he could really manage, honestly it was an autopilot sort of shout -- nothing that required any real thought.
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Okay, so Sirius was a big guy, and Deskri was a little man. This meant he did not calculate that Deskri would go flying, crash into the ground, and shriek.
<********, I'm sor-" He didn't event finish his apology as, instead, his tail was violently yanked, causing the injured man to practically collapse ontop of the other male. First came the shriek as his side practically vibrated in agony, and then came the silence when Sirius shifted and realized, in terror, that he had effectively trapped Deskri under him. He didn't dare move. He didn't dare look down. He didn't even ******** breathe as instead he just looked at Deskri, awaiting the punch. Almost even hoping for it. Anything that could make him kick his a** into gear and get off of the smaller man.
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Oh sweet heaven above this was the worst thing that could have happened. Stunned, he stared up at Sirius, body rigid as it could possibly be. Even his tail was frozen solid as his mind raced with what to do. How could he get out of this? Why did this have to happen??? Wasn't it bad enough that he'd had to deal with Sirius being shirtless (seeing him almost naked) all day and in close proximity? Wasn't it enough that Sirius had "accidentally" turned on porn?? No, apparently, it wasn't bad enough. Now he got to be pinned. Under this stupid blue man. Staring directly up at his face.
What. Do.
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You know what made this worse? Realizing your worst enemy wasn't bad looking. At all. Actually, when you're this close to their face you can really see the appealing fea-
NO.
Sirius actually whined as he stayed put, tail lashing violently, which meant Deskri's went with it. "Can you hit me, please?" He breathed, almost whispering as he didn't dare speak too loud in case the world heard his shame. "Deskri." He hissed, hoping that was enough to get that smooth, pretty fist on his fa- ******** HELL. Brain, SHUT UP.
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Wait, what had he said? He was a bit distracted with certain realizations -- and, well, fighting off certain feelings. Gods above this was The Worst. He blinked, expression one of bewilderment before that blush returned full blast as he realized what he'd been asked. " You want me to what???? " He hissed under his breath, tone saying he had assumed something scandalous rather than "please hit me so I can start behaving again."
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"What." Was all he could say as he heard that tone. "I-I didn't mean li-" Now he blushed in returned, shifting slightly in absolute horror. OH, so he could do that, huh?! But not get up?! " What " He repeated, markings flashing as his blush became almost so bright people in space could see it.
"Why would you assu-" He cut off, releasing a soft whimper as he realized exactly what that meant. That meant this forever be remembered as the evening that happened. He'd need to quit his job. Deskri would never forget this. ********, he'd probably ******** tell everyone. Everyone. They would misunderstand! Oh Nine, his life was over.
"What " He was unable to really say anything but that as his tail seemed to actually begin to wiggle gently against Deskri's, as if attempting to snuggle. STOP. IT.
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Didn't mean it like. What. How else was he supposed to take that?? An invitation to beat the s**t out of him? " What else was I suppose to interpret that as???!? " He hissed in response, still too frozen up to do much of anything. His own tail seemed keen on tightening its hold on Sirius's, even going so far as to twist a little more -- giving them even less space to work with. Oh no. Ohhhh hellll nooooo. He had to get out of this, and fast.
" get off of me. " He managed to blurt out quietly. Of course, this would be a lot more doable if the lights didn't start flickering. Oh no. OHH NO NO NO.
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"Gladly." He practically snarled back as he tried to replicate anger. Anger was better, right? RIGHT? Of course, Sirius had to ******** getting off him up, too. He stumbled off, tail yanking, causing him to fall and hit the remote, which turned the TV on. All that filled the room was a loud gasp from the TV and a screamed "OH YEAH" from the actors before, suddenly, the room went completely black.
Of course, Sirius chose that moment to let out a wail of complete and utter distress. "WHY THIS?" He cried to the heavens, hands flying to his face as he just rubbed it, fighting the need to weep.
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Deskri could have died right there, his soul itself threatened to leave his body. And might as well have in the form of a distressed shriek at about the same time Sirius cried out to the heavens asking why. At least Sirius was off of him. He rolled over and then pushed himself up to his hands and knees - suddenly realizing the lights were off.
No lights at all.
No. Light.
He flipped from being mildly aroused flustered to on the verge of panic as he looked around. "What the ******** happened to the lights???" Oh no. Ohhhhh no.
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"Like I ******** know, Deskri!" Sirius snapped, turning around to throw a pillow gently at the man. "Why this? " Sirius questioned once more, not finished lamenting his current situation. His tail flicked in agitation, tugging Deskri gently as the man leaned against the side of the couch, staring at the ceiling in defeat.
After a good minute of this, Sirius sighed slowly, breath shaking as it exited. Okay. Now the heating was off, and that meant it'd get cold soon. When did it get so dark, anyway? Didn't they just eat? Or did everything actually take that long? When the ******** did they even wake up? It wasn't like Sirius ever slept, so when he did it was often for a long, long time. s**t.
"I have leftovers." Really? Was that all he could manage?
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" I'm not concerned about food. " He responded, voice low. It was the cold and the dark that he cared about more. Primarily the dark. The night before, he'd kept the light on, assuming he'd just be awake all night so things had been fine. But now? The room was already starting to look strange. Though... as he straightened himself out a little more -- tugging the sweater down and into place -- he realized... his clothing wouldn't be able to finish washing. He was stuck in a sweater and underwear potentially until tomorrow.
"........I'm gonna freeze." He couldn't help but voice the realization when he realized it.
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Freeze. Deskri had no pants on. Fuuuuuck. Sirius sighed softly, raising his hand and flicking it to where he assumed his closet was. Luckily, he was right, and a blanket came rushing to Deskri, smacking him in the face. Sirius couldn't help the snort of amusement that followed, arms folding.
.....
He also didn't have a shirt on. Nope. He didn't need that blanket. It was all Deskri's.
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Suddenly, a blanket. He squeaked in alarm until he realized it really was just a blanket. He then hurriedly wrapped it around himself and nestled in - determined to conserve his body heat while he still had it. Well. That... several moments of awkward sexual tension was over with... He cleared his throat a little, glancing over to Sirius. ".......thank you." There, he could thank people even after having them p i n him down and stare directly at him-- oh Nine he needed to end that train of thought right then immediately.
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"Welcome." Sirius' tone was clearly amused. There was the squeak again. "Cut- Stupid. What a stupid sound." Whatever, not like Deskri had the energy to ******** call him out this time.
"I have an idea." He mumbled, eyes narrowing as he focused. The area around them illuminated thanks to..... himself. The glowing disco ball. Now he could slightly see Deskri better, good.
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Cute. There it went again. Did he mean it? He kept stopping himself before he finished the word. No, he probably didn't and even if he did- who was he kidding? Des was well aware that he was no prize. "....Give me some warning next time, then." He huffed, but... admittedly being told it was a "stupid sound" had... hurt? Or at least put a damper on his already shitty mood.. He burrowed further into the blanket, mouth forming a thin frown - though not his usual angry one.
He blinked as Sirius began to light up - both relieved and, well... dismayed that the light was around. Now Sirius could see his expressions again - he'd have to mind them. But, the light was good -- less risk of relapsing into the past.
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Sirius saw that look and his heart fell, which he chose to not debate at the moment. What? He was allowed to be upset he had caused that sad expression.... normally it was anger, or confusion as of late. Not... hurt? Without thinking he reached out, touching Deskri's hand.
"Sorry, Des." He mumbled, his glow tampering just a tad as he lost focus. He didn't explain further, already realizing how ******** embarrassing he was being and immediately recoiling his hand, his glow brightening once more. A shudder ran through him as the cold finally greeted him, but the big man refused to allow himself to crumble.
It was then he realized he called Deskri.... Des. Not Desk. Not pint, or trash, or even Deskri. His tail lashed, and suddenly he felt it loosen, head snapping over to look. Was it...? Possible? Could it be they were free? Of course there was the whole unknotting themselves but....? Were the Nine forgiving them?
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He blinked, admittedly taken by surprise that Sirius has apologized and even reached out to touch his hand. Was he supposed to take it? No, it was just a touch, not an offer to hold his hand. It was then that he realized that he really wanted Tengu. With Tengu he could hold someone's hand and feel okay for a little while. Here, he couldn't even begin to fathom telling Sirius just how terrified of the dark he was.
"........s'fine." He finally replied. Quiet, barely audible, clearly not fine. He felt their tails loosen, thinking for a moment that maybe they were free but-- there went the familiar tug of the end of the "rope," so to speak. He sighed again and rubbed at his face. ".......Do you want some of the blanket." He might as well offer, he hadn't missed that shiver.
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Did he want some of the blanket? That must be a trick question. If he said yes he'd need to come closer. Maybe even touch Deskri, and he wasn't sure he was ready for that after earlier. If he said no he'd just freeze his a** off. Neither option sounded remotely fun, honestly. Yet, a part of him gently whispered 'do it'. As if shuffling next to Deskri would, somehow, make something better. He wasn't sure what the ******** that something was, but it clearly was there.
"..... Sure." He finally croaked, yet he waited patiently for Deskri to either come closer or indicate it was okay.
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Oh god. He did. He wasn't really sure what he'd been expecting as a response, but he nodded and then scooted himself carefully across the floor until he was able to awkwardly toss some of the blanket over Sirius's shoulders. He then immediately withdrew, huddled up as small as he possibly could be, although his tail wiggled in.... what could be considered either excitement or a sign of being pleased. Stupid tail, betraying him while it was literally attached to a man he wasn't sure he could ever show his face around.
Yeah, okay, he could never come around here. He'd have to quit his job, at this rate.
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Sirius couldn't help the marking flash as Deskri threw the blanket over his shoulders. Aaaah, warmth. The tail wiggle that followed did cause Sirius to glance over, but he didn't dare speak. He'd absolutely be murdered if he commented on it.
Silence followed, before, eventually Sirius commented. Of course, he had to just say the stupidest thing know to man.
"So..... the weather is pretty bad out there.... isn't it?" WOOOOOOW way to go.
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don'tmovecloserdon'tmovecloserdon'tmovecloser He repeated the thought over and over again in his head - resisting the urge to get closer to the warmth that was Sirius. Hopefully the power would be on again soon. He really did not want to be this close to him, even if he was wonderfully, wonderfully warm.
"..................." Did... he really just say that...? He supposed that he could take some comfort in knowing that Sirius was feeling as awkward as he was - no person who wasn't feeling awkward would make a comment like that in a power outage - but still. "......Yeah. The power's out." He decided to return Sirius' own obvious statement with one of his own.
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Sirius grunted in response. He really..... didn't have much else to say, honestly. That, and he was painfully warm, which meant he was also getting sleepy. Hopefully, soon, they could do something other than exist in the awkwardness that was right now.
The evening had passed with little to show for it. Sirius hadn't asked Deskri to help cook, due to them being stuck together. They had eaten leftovers, and the silence followed everywhere they went. Eventually, night came, and Sirius was throughly exhausted from keeping his glowing game up. It was beyond difficult, honestly. So the second he assumed it was late he began dragging Deskri to bed, no matter what he had said.
"We're sleeping now. I can't keep this glowing s**t up anymore." Went the disgruntled and grumpy hybrid as he tried to pull Deskri to the stairs.
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Posted: Mon Feb 29, 2016 9:54 pm
Chapter Six, Part Three: Giving In The day was unbearably slow - the awkward silences, the clumsy explanations for the way he was, and the ever growing fear of the unknown dark had taken it's toll on his psyche. By the end of the day, he was trying not to react to movements in the corners of his eyes - knowing full well it was just the fact that he hadn't taken his meds that was causing them to appear. And as if that wasn't enough, their tails were still firmly stuck together. His was beginning to cramp up- something he hadn't realized until it became a persistent warm feeling from the tip. How aggravating.
'We're sleeping, now.' He snapped his head to Sirius, brought out of whatever mind slump he'd been in. He felt himself being tugged - towards the stairs? Probably. Wait. Together? Oh Nine. "....We're sharing?" He couldn't help but ask, and prayed he didn't sound hopeful. Downstairs he'd inevitably wake up screaming... but at least up in the same area as Sirius there was he slight chance that he might still glow a little... and the presence of another person did help ease the nightmares...
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"Course we ******** are." Came the mumbled Sirius as he turned to just.... lift their tails with two fingers. "This has made it clear we're going to be chained together tonight." And a part of him twisted at that thought, and not in a bad way. ********. He was just sleep deprived, and probably hadn't..... gotten any in months. Maybe that was why that movie scene bothered him so much; lack of touch. That was it. Obviously. It had nothing to do with Deskri. It had everything to do with him being a simple person.
"What. You gonna complain?" He sleepily drawled, dragging them slowly up the stairs. Tired Sirius meant grumpy Sirius, which also meant slurring Sirius. If Deskri ******** commented....
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He shivered a little at the touch-his tail was sore and the extra pressure or movement was... well. Making it worse. Which honestly for him was making it better but like hell if he was going to share that bit of information with Sirius. ".....yeah I guess." He sighed, and followed him up the stairs to his room. He just... wanted this over with. All of it. The tail ties, the being this close to another person for so long... The everything.
"No." He shook his head. He knew better than to complain. "...just wasn't sure if you were going to make a last effort to undo them."
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"I can tell they aren't budging." He grumped, finally reaching the top of the stairs and dragging them to the bedroom. "********' shitty a** tails won't..... budge...." A yawn followed, his glow weakening. Almost..... there....
"Maybe it'll.... ********' undo itself.... in the mornin'." He huffed, finallllly in the bedroom. With this he just.... yanked his shirt off, not even bothering ******** with the pants. They won't come off, he knew it. "Gotta use the bathroom? Anythin'?"
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Was glowing really that difficult? He yawned a little himself- infected by Sirius' own yawning. The mention of the bathroom made him shudder. He did not want to go about that awkward song and dance again, hell no. "No, I'm fine." He sighed, then waited for Sirius before he crawled onto the bed. It was only polite... it was Sirius' bed. Ugh... the only other person he shared beds with these days - and only on occasion - was Tengu. He'd never been... the sort of person that could handle other people for very long.
Once Sirius was settled, he curled up into a ball under the blankets -- and tried not to think too hard about how dark it was in this unfamiliar room... and the fact that even if he wanted it, there wouldn't be a way to turn the lights on.
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Sirius almost passed out the second he was in the bed. It wasn't difficult for him to get comfortable, his glow dimming considerably. It still flickered, but it was clear the hybrid had exhausted most of his glowing energy. His tail twitched against Deskri's as he began to fade into dream land.
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Deskri wished he could pass out that easily... still, he eventually faded into a light sleep. Over time, his body instinctively moved closer to the only source of heat in the room - Sirius. Being that he was the sort of person to be cold all the time, he had a knack for worming his way up to whatever was warmest once he'd gone into a state of subconscious control...
Of course, this was disturbed once Sirius started fussing in his sleep. He cracked one eye open, disgruntled to be awakened, but froze up once he realized how close he was to Sirius.... the question was- which one of them had moved? He couldn't tell. "Sirius..."
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He didn't quite hear his name. Not really. He had fallen asleep, but the dreams had stirred him. This time, they weren't nightmares. No. This time they were.... dreams of a certain someone, and at first he had tried his damnedest to wake up. He fought tooth and nail, but the funny part of a dream is that you can't really fight what you want. His body had relaxed, allowing those pesky little thoughts to dance in his head and give him the comfort to finally respond. This Deskri didn't scream when he approached, nor did he almost chew his hand off when he touched him. This Deskri even liked it, and Sirius was going to regret having such a dream in the morning.
Of course, Sirius had to begin muttering in his sleep. The Nine were determined to make this the worst day of his life, permitting the poor man to begin mumbling sweet nothings. "Cute." He muttered under his breath, sleepily nuzzling his head into the pillow. "You're cute ." Came the sleepy grumble, markings almost vibrating in glow. Whatever it was he was dreaming about, it clearly was doing wonders for him.
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He blinked, grogginess starting to leave his mind -- Sirius wasn't responding to him, but the glow.... it mesmerized him, honestly. He didn't quite understand what Sirius was talking about- probably an animal. He liked animals. He couldn't fathom Sirius paying that sort of compliment to an actual person. (Never mind the fact that he'd called him out on such a thing the day before...) Either way, he wanted to move. Away. Or at least tell Sirius to move if he'd been the mover...
His tail felt... loose, or at least, loosened... "Sirius.." He mumbled, a little louder as he attempted to reach down and undo their tails...
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'Sirius'
His eyes fluttered open, groggily trying to focus on the blur in-front of him. Oh. Did the dream shift? Where were they? His... room.....? Oh. The blue man shifted, an arm raising to curl around Deskri's waist, tugging ever so gently towards him. This was the Deskri he dreamed about. The one who could stop screaming long enough to push into his touch. The Deskri that wouldn't glare when he pressed against him.
The Deskri that would lean into a kiss.
"Des." He practically mewled, looking up at the clearly distracted face. What was he reaching for? Their tails? Why? Didn't Dream Deskri like when their tails twisted around each other? "It's fine." He muttered, pressing closer to the cold bundle beside him. Still cold, even in a dream. " Deskri " This time was more insistent, hands reaching up into hair and mouth pressing into Deskri's, urgently pressing his tongue against cold lips. This was the Deskri he needed. This was the one who would embrace him.
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Oh, good, he was waking up-- wait. Not good. What was he doing? He froze up, easily dragged over -- closer to the warmth. Were they going to cuddle now?? Was that part of some weird plan Sirius had? Was he okay with this development? It was cold, really cold and even though they were sharing the bed he'd still been freezing--, he supposed just cuddling would be okay. It was for survival.... right???
But then he spoke. A shiver ran through his spine as his heart rate picked up. He stopped his attempt to reach their tails-- his own decided tighten right back up around Sirius's anyway. And then the hand came-- touching his head as Sirius leaned in and kissed him. He stiffened, eyes going wide as his mind reeled in its attempt to comprehend what was going on.
Was this okay? Was this supposed to be happening?? Did Sirius know it was happening? He'd seemed awake just now. Instinct took over- he brought his hands up to brace against Sirius --- frozen fingers settling just over his collarbone near his shoulders. Numbly he actually kissed back -- oh Nine why was he kissing him back?? Wasn't this bad?? If it was, he couldn't get his body on board with his mind - it seemed content to go along with this for now.
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Sirius let out a soft groan, tail wiggling against Deskri's. He wasn't able to fully register what was happening. Hell, he hadn't even been able to register that he dreamed about Deskri and liked it. A lot. Enough to practically yank the real Deskri to him and claim his mouth. His hands rolled down Deskri's side, hooking around hips once more as he, very gently, ran his thumbs over the sides. Was this what could be? Were they really this compatible, or was this just stuck in dreams? Him using Deskri's image to get some sort of pent up frustration out? Yet, he practically felt his heart tighten when Deskri touched his collarbone, mouth parting to let out a needy sigh.
He wasn't sure what the ******** he was doing, honestly, instead following instincts, which shouted at him to push further. Yet, the other part, the one that was convinced this was a dream, didn't want to frighten the Deskri that wanted him. He removed his mouth from Deskri's, pressing his lips against his neck, gently kissing down the side before he nuzzled ever so sweetly. " Deskri. " He murmured, blue eyes snapping up to focus on the male next to him, tail rapidly tightening once more around the limb it had previously let go.
"I want you." Oh Nine. This was going to be trouble later. Right now? He would enjoy this. When he fully awoke? There was no doubt he'd be horrified to realize that what he thought was a dream was not.
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This wasn't so bad... it was warm, safe, he was able to solidly feel someone there who provided at least small amounts of light in the sea of darkness that was Sirius's room. This was okay. He shivered at the touch of his hands moving down his side - instinctively pressing into his touch for more. This was probably stupid - was he reacting this way because it'd been so long since he let someone touch him like that? No, no, he did like this -- legitimately liked it, but that realization was terrifying.
He emitted a soft sound - a mixture of worry and contentedness as he shifted his head to the side to give Sirius more space - Nine, he was willingly exposing his neck to someone he'd mentally referred to as The Enemy a mere two days ago. But was he really the enemy? This was too much thinking - too much wondering about consequences. "Sirius.." he mumbled in response, sparing a nuzzle in return to Sirius's own small displays of affection.
Gods, he was being very affectionate. Was this the real Sirius? Or just some imposter that came out in half-asleep interactions? He couldn't tell, but the next words that came out of his mouth went straight to his gut. A flurry of butterflies overtook his stomach and chest, and he swallowed hard.
"Okay.." He couldn't even respond in an intelligible manner. Ridiculous... he'd regret this later- maybe, if Sirius regretted it. For now he shifted to cup Sirius's cheeks with his hands, and kissed him hard.
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Sirius let out a soft whimper against the kiss, pressing further into it. The intensity seemed to spark something as, quickly, a hand slid into Deskri's hair, gently tilting it back so he could properly dominate the others mouth. He wasn't even sure what he was planning to do, but thinking at gone right out the window. He relied only on his instincts, his other hand lifting to cup Deskri's cheek as he broke free, staring down at the other man for a brief second before he gave yet another kiss, the hand in Deskri's hair pulling down to tug gently at Deskri's clothes. His tail seemed to actually behave, going limp only to allow Sirius to have what he had requested, as if this entire time it had been waiting for this.
Would he regret this in the morning? Who knew. All he knew right now was that he wanted this man. The acceptance had been enough to spark a fire, and while, yes, he believed this Deskri was a dream, perhaps he had always wanted to lunge forward and do this.
"Clothes." He mumbled against Deskri's lips, tail flicking impatiently as he pressed his lower half against Deskri, just to remind him that, yes, he still was fully ready and just needed a little bit of cooperation.
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He complied with the motion, allowing Sirius to take control of the kiss as soon as he went for it. He emitted a soft sound of protest- displeased to have it broken so soon... but since it was soon followed up with another he quieted down again, losing himself in it as he pressed himself up against Sirius. His own hands moved down to begin attempting to free himself from the oversized sweater he was wearing-- thankful that both of their tails had decided to cooperate.
Once he'd freed his tail from the hole in the sweater, he pressed a hand to Sirius's chest, "I got it... move a little.." he murmured quietly. Once he was given the space, he wriggled himself out of it (and his only other article of clothing...), then immediately moved to wrap his arms around Sirius's neck, kissing him again as his tail searched for Sirius' again... This was going to happen, and his mind couldn't come up with any reasons to stop it.
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Sirius wriggled out of his own clothing while Deskri worked on his, rolling back to Deskri just in time to accept those arms around his neck. A soft, pleasant sound escaped him as he pressed into Deskri, leaning down to seize yet another kiss as his tail seized Deskri's immediately, giving it a tight squeeze.
Sirius couldn't stop himself now, and with Deskri's permission he wouldn't dare take a second to reconsider.
"Deskri." That was the last thing he muttered before he shifted to accept all Deskri was offering.
The night had been an emotional one. Deskri embraced Sirius, and the two had tangled together. Almost right after their time together they had fallen asleep, Sirius tugging Deskri against his chest before he allowed sleep to overwhelm him. Sunlight had finally seeped into the room, gently trying to rouse the sleeping duo as they snoozed against one another, still cuddled into one another for comfort.
- - - - -
Again, he'd slept soundly. Comfortably nestled against Sirius, tucked in as close as he could possibly be. His tail remained curled around his, though not as tightly as before. All in all, it was one of the best night's sleeps he'd ever had. No nightmares, no looming sense of unease or dread... just warmth and comfort.
The sun had, initially, not bothered him until it reached a point where the few rays of light cast over his face, effectively rousing him slightly from his slumber. He shifted, emitting a soft whine as he stretched against Sirius, body shading from the movement. He then settled back in again, nuzzling into his -- wait.
He cracked an eye open - realizing the texture he was feeling on his cheek was skin, and the sound he was hearing was a heart beat. He looked around, groggy, unsure of what was going on for a few moments until the memories of the night before came rushing back all at once. Oh. Nine.
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Sirius hadn't quite stirred until he felt something shift against his chest. Lazily, he nuzzled into the shifting creature, sure it was just a Vespercat he was sitting, or a Spectrefox. No, wait, he sent them back home last week... and his Flitterat wasn't that big.... His eyes snapped open, rolling down to view the purple and pale man against him.
Everything stopped.
They were naked. Not only that, but cuddled, like lovers. As if they were supposed to be doing this. What happened? How did they get naked? Weren't their tails in the way...... His cheeks flushed instantly as he remembered the dream. Oh, he'd never tell Deskri about that. Hell no. He'd just throw something at him or try and kill Sirius straight out.
Wait.
Wait.
His eyes slid over Deskri, spotting..... marks. Lovebites. Something he dreamed about last ni- Oh. Oh. That wasn't a ******** dream. That wasn't a god damn dream! Instantly, he tensed, tendrils flaring brightly as he awaited the wrath from the man, who clearly was just waking. Did he remember? Of course he ******** remembered, they were both naked. Cuddled. Together. He'd be an idiot if he didn't!
- - - - - -
Oh no. Oh No. His movement had stirred Sirius, who, by the looks of the flaring tendrils and sudden stiffness in his body was not happy. He swallowed hard, trying to decide if he could just... pretend to be asleep for the rest of his life, or something. or maybe long enough for Sirius to get up and leave and then he could-- but no, his clothes never got to finish in the wash because of the power outage.... ******** tail twitched, finally abandoning the closeness of Sirius's to raise up behind his back, end nervously smacking against the mattress. Well. It had betrayed him. There was no pretending to be asleep with that display going on. He shifted again, almost hesitant to do it if only because of their current closeness -- but how else was he supposed to figure out where the ******** his... sweater and underwear had gone to?
After what felt like an agonizing eternity, he shifted himself to prop up on one elbow, then nervously -- quicky -- glanced at Sirius before averting his gaze elsewhere. Anywhere else. Gods, spare him from this hell. Please.
- - - - -
Sirius couldn't help but just... stare, tendrils flickering lazily as he tried to access the situation. He was going to be murdered by Deskri, he knew it. He probably deserved it, too. Yet, it didn't come. Not currently, at least. Instead, the other shifted, glanced at him, and then flicked their gaze elsewhere. What was this? An attempt to make him lower his guard? Would he have to be the first one to speak? Would they sit here in silence forever? ...... How was that snow doing?
"I..." He trailed off. What was he going to say? 'Whoops, thought that was a dream, sorry!' Or 'Wow that was fun!' No. None of that was appropriate. Finally, he managed something, nervously flicking his gaze away. "..... Are you.... okay?"
- - - - -
He swallowed nervously, tail smacking the bed a little harder the longer the silence went on. He shifted a little to reach behind him and grabbed it, forcing it to stop moving for now, then tucked it back in... well... between them. The tip was cold anyway and admittedly, Sirius was a nice heater. A very nice heater. Oh ********. A few snippets of the night before replayed in his mind, causing his face to steadily turn red in a scarlet blush. Oh. Nine.
'Are you... okay?' He blinked, brought out of his train of thought, and then glanced over to Sirius's face -- he didn't seem pissed off... Yet. But... how should he even answer that question? Was he okay? ...Technically yes, he was. Very okay, actually. "...........Yeah." He finally answered, voice threatening to give out on him. "I--I'm f--fine. Uh." He glanced around again, heart hammering in his ears. "A--....are you..... okay...?"
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Sirius still was stuck on what to say. He could just... say he thought it was a dream. Deny that small part of him that screamed 'finally' at the top of its lungs. Yet, the other part of him practically vibrated with how..... contet he felt. As if he had finally accomplished something he had been denying for far too long. Then, there was a third part of him that just wanted to SCREAM.
Luckily, he ignored that part.
"I'm fine." He blurted, cheeks brightening teal once more as he jerked his head away. "I'm fine " He reassured, his tail flicking closer to Deskri's, this time on his own will. What the ******** do they do now? Go back to before? Could they? Even though he had Deskri's face imbedded into his memory from last ni- OH NINE. Was he seriously doing this right now?! What happened to Deskri hating him?! What happened to the screams and fights? Where did that go last night?!
"...... Did I....." He trailed off, hands wringing together. Did he hurt Deskri? He thought it was a dream, maybe.... he hadn't seen what was in reality. What if he hurt him? Forced him? Scared him? What ******** happened. ".... hurt you? Did you...... did I....." ********, there was a tremble of fear in his voice. "Did you.... want to....?"
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'Did you... want to...?' His head snapped in his direction, eyes wide -- oh Nine, Sirius thought he'd-- oh no. His tail wiggled anxiously between them until it found Sirius', and then promptly wrapped right back around it, tightly. "I---" He started, then was distracted for a moment by the sensation of it. "I did- you didn't-- you didn't hurt.. me.... or... force... it wasn't like that..." Now he was worried. He'd thought Sirius was aware of what had happened -- though if he was asking that question he...
Suddenly he realized. Sirius hadn't even really been awake, had he? Immediately he paled, tail tightening around Sirius' as if to signal that he was terrified. "Did... did you..? I-- I thought--... you said-- you wanted- and I -- oh Nine.." He couldn't even get the question out. The thought that he might've-- that Sirius hadn't actually_ wanted to... "I'm s--are, are you really okay??"
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Oh ********. Deskri had spotted it, the uncertainty. His tendrils flared, tail twitching against Deskri's. Was that intentional? Wait. Wait, shut up, Deskri just said....
"You wanted to?" He questioned, alarm crossing his features before he finally addressed he last comment. ********. Choose your words wisely. This could ruin everything, if it wasn't already ruined. "I thought it was a dream." Wow, quick, damage control! Immediately his hands grabbed Deskri's wrist, gently tightening. Oh, he knew this man, and he'd run out before Sirius could get his confused and jumbled thoughts out.
"Which doesn't mean I didn't want to!" He practically shouted. This wasn't normal. This wasn't how any of this was supposed to go. Sirius never had a problem with this, but then again, his partners weren't Deskri. They weren't someone he..... did he care? As in.... Did he potentially want Deskri in more ways than one? ********, it was too early to figure out life changing feelings!
"I wanted to. I jus- I thought it was a dream. I mean, ********." He needed to say something before Deskri hit him or shut down. ********. "Iwasdreamingaboutyouandyouwerewillingandthatmademereallyhappy so I thought it was a dream because Ineverthoughtyou'dletme and I wanted to since that ******** thing on the TV but it's youandyouhateme and I though- I did- I wanted to-" He just stopped abruptly, releasing Deskri to rub his face. What the ******** was happening?!
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Oh ******** he looked alarmed at his admission -- that he'd potentially been wanting that for a while but hadn't actually said anything or done anything and this was the worst possible way for it to happen-- he thought it was a dream. His eyes widened in momentary horror, and he had indeed been about ready to push himself up and run but Sirius's hand on his wrist anchored him into place. He... didn't want him to go?
'Which doesn't mean I didn't want to!' He flinched at the volume - it was far too early for screaming and he wasn't up to dealing with the sound right now. Gods, why, oh why did this happen? He breathed in, slowly, trying to get himself to calm down and listen to what Sirius was saying, all the while his wide, terrified golden eyes were locked on Sirius's face.
He... was dreaming... about him? And it made him happy...? He'd wanted to before....??? Wait.
It was like a record scratched in his head. "Y--I--... " How could he get his mouth to work again? Please? Something?? ANYTHING?? "Idon'thateyou." He managed to sputter, and stiffly shook his head. "Idon't-- You're really annoying and an a*****e but I don't hate you I-- ********." Too far? Was this going too far?? He felt like he was on the verge of completely destroying something before it even had a chance to grow -- whatever it was.
"Iwantedittoo, after the stupid-- ********. The TV. I don't--" C'mon, brain. Just one sentence that made sense. Please. "Iactuallykindoflikeyoualotactually."
NOT THAT SENTENCE.
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What.
He didn't hate him?
Everything stopped as the hybrid just stared at the smaller man, blue eyes blinking back. What...? Then why the screaming? Why the arguments? Sure, they had been fun (usually), bu- Was that it? They just enjoyed arguing? That both sides didn't do it out of malice? His head reeled back, tail tapping gently against Deskri's as he tried to sleepily piece everything together.
Wait.
Deskri liked him a lot.
How much was a lot? He just remained put, frozen as he tried his damnedest to figure out what the ******** was happening. Sirius had assumed the feelings he felt were anger, of course. He'd never actually.... wanted someone. Maybe it had been anger, but not directly at Deskri (except the few times he actually pissed him off). ********, he.... wasn't prepared for this talk right now! But, he needed to respond. He needed to do something that wasn't just.... staring.
And so he did the best he could, body moving on impulse as he moved closer, tapping his forehead against Deskri's shoulder. It was too earrrrrrrly for thiiiiiis. Yet, his little heart practically swelled (which he'd later find disgusting, how old was he exactly?) at the last comment. Deskri liked him.
A lot.
"Say that again." He murmured against the comfort of Deskri's shoulder, very cautiously placing his hands on Deskri's knees. Please don't run away..... please don't.
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He was staring. A lot. Silently. In probable confusion. Not that Deskri could blame him, he'd just laid out a revelation that neither one of them was really prepared for. It was too early for this-- they'd just woken up - he was hungry and it was going on day 2 without his medication and-- ******** ******** ******** he guessed he could blame it on that if Sirius was upset. Just tell him he was crazy, out of him mind, he didn't really mean it -- never mind that it didn't work like that in reality. But he'd take the fall - anything to get out of this if things went south.
He was moving. Closer? Was he going to scream again?? He pre-emptively flinched, prepared to have everything shot down in a reign of anger but--... He tapped his fore head against his shoulder. He breathed in, shakily, and watched him - what was he going to do... bite? No, he wouldn't bite... Des's mind was threatening to crack open from how many racing thoughts were trying to vie for the most attention - what was going on?
'Say that again.'
Immediately they stopped. Frozen as his mind quit working for a few seconds. Say that again. Say what again? That he wanted it? That he liked it? That he liked him? He was sure Sirius could feel him shaking - terrified out of his mind and excited at the same time. "I--.." He started, then stopped, freaked out-- but the touch to his knees... Somehow it was grounding.
"......I like you. A lot."
God. Could he elaborate on that more? Probably not, not in ways he felt comfortable even touching right now.
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He felt the shaking, which honestly almost caused him to begin apologizing. He pushed too far. He expected too much. Was Deskri even fully awake? Maybe he messed up. Maybe he was just so tired and thought he was talking to someone else. Maybe he wasn't understanding Sirius. The doubts filled in and he almost wrenched away, body tensing to pull back and then.... freezing. There it was again. Slower. Easier to understand. His hands curled into fists against Deskri's knees as his stomach fluttered nervously, breath catching.
He said it again.
Sirius knew relying on his brain wasn't working. He didn't understand anything, but clearly his body did. He needed to listen to that. And, as disgusting as he thought it was, he needed to listen to his heart. ********, he was never admitting that to Deskri. Or anyone. Not even himself when he was fully awake.
Right now, though, he caved completely, head raising and hands delicately spreading across Deskri's knees, using them for balance. Gently, giving Deskri every chance possible to recoil and reject his advances, he gave the other man a delicate kiss, his tail shuddering nervously. This was changing everything. No matter what happened, this would throw a wrench in everything, and he could lose Deskri in the process. No more daily fights. No teasing and deliberate attempts to infuriate the smaller man. He'd never again bake brownies as an apology or have their tails twine together. He could lose it all, and that physically hurt his heart as he pulled away, head lowering to avoid meeting Deskri's eyes. He was using all of his damn courage right now, he couldn't muster anymore to lock eyes.
"...... I like you a lot, too." He murmured, hands actually trembling against Deskri's knees as he feared rejection. No one had been this gentle to him. This kind. Sure, their relationship was founded on fighting, but Deskri was constant. He was always there, and quick to falter when he went too far. Quick to reach out and help. His own mother couldn't do that, and suddenly he was faced with a gentleness he feared. It could be taken away at any second. If he accepted it Deskri could rip it away whenever he saw fit, and that terrified him. Was this even a good idea? Should he start laughing and say he made it all up? What was safest? What would protect him?
He was scared.
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The fists on his knees worried him - fists could do damage, Sirius could change every aspect of his demeanor and hit him if he wanted. They were close enough - angled just enough-- it would hurt. Not Physically - never physically, but the very thought of it was threatening to tear his heart apart. Why did it hurt so bad to think about that? Why did it hurt so bad to even have the thought that Sirius might hurt him? It felt terrible - that assumption that pain was always on the horizon...
He shifted, moving-- his hands weren't fists anymore, he felt relief as he realized Sirius was just propping himself up - using him as a stabilizer. Somewhere in the back of his mind he scoffed at the idea. Des. Being stable. He'd never be anything remotely like that no matter how hard he tried. Before he really realized what was happening, he felt a small kiss pressed to his lips. His eyes slid closed as he returned it-- shyly, just as delicate - as if he was worried that the slightest movement would shatter what they were doing.
He was, though. All of it could disappear in an instant if he wasn't careful - if he said the wrong thing - did the wrong thing... He'd lose it all. He shifted slowly to place his hands on Sirius's arms, hands delicately holding on as if to cement that even though Sirius had used him as a stabilizer, he was using Sirius as one as well. A mutual need for something to hold them down - not that he really realized it at the time.
His mind fell into a dazed state- not frozen but unable to think quickly. Had he really heard that? Did Sirius really mean it? He was shaking - surely he meant it. Slowly he squeezed his arms, tail gently tightening around Sirius's as if to silently say stay here, don't leave. What if it was fake? All a ruse and Sirius would be laughing at him soon -- saying he'd never meant it and what an idiot he was for falling for it. Terror threatened to choke him into silence, but he needed to say something, at least acknowledge him... DO something...
His mouth wouldn't work - not the way he wanted it to. So he had to rely on his body - get it to move - to do something, anything... His hands slid down Sirius's arms to the other man's hands. Carefully he slid his fingers around them, as best as he could - the difference in their size was really beginning to set in.. He pulled his hands up, then back around him, intending to guide Sirius into a hug... He then released his hands and scooted himself forward a little, his own arms slowly moving to settle around his neck. He just wanted to be held... to be assured this was real and it was okay. He just didn't know how to say it...
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Sirius felt the touches, tail returning the squeeze tentatively. Was this real? Was this actually a dream? What if the Nine had played a cruel joke on him? This was the real dream. This was where he'd wake up and find everything back to normal. Back to the glowers and coldness. He was going to lose everything, he knew it. He was always the abandoned, or, sometimes, he did the abandoning. Deskri was touching him, but how long would that last? When would he finally pull away and laugh? When would this become an elaborate game?
He wanted to run. Flee to where it was safe. Crawl into a corner and deny this ever happened. This couldn't, be reality. This couldn't be possible. Why would Deskri choose him? Why would he allow Sirius to touch him? They had spent so much time fighting and pushing back at any attempt to establish even a friendship.... why now? This was a mistake. He ******** up. He ******** u-
His thoughts froze as Deskri slid his fingers down his arms, fingers twitching against Deskri's. His head raised slightly, wide eyes chancing glancing at their hands. What was he doing....? He allowed his arms to be pulled around Deskri, briefly squirming to accommodate the man as he moved closer. His heart continued to hammer an irregular rhythm, breath catching as he tried to figure what the hell Deskri was doing. The closeness was comforting, reminding him that, somehow, for some reason, Deskri was there, using him for comfort and relying on Sirius' touch. Sirius was being given every chance to run, and yet he couldn't. He didn't want, to. He was terrified, yes. His heart hammered and his brain was trying to fight through the haze, but he didn't want to run. He wanted to hold on. Latch onto the smaller man and make him stay. Not give him a damn chance to escape and abandon him. And Deskri was, for now, offering himself, coming towards him instead of running. He could, at least right now, have this.
He wrapped his arms firmly around Deskri, nuzzling his face into the crook of Deskri's neck. That was all he needed; touch. To hold this man and confirm he was here. His fingers tightened around one another, locking the hug. This felt right. Deskri fit exactly right against his chest, as if he had been built to curl around him. No words needed to be exchanged, just this. This spoke louder than any jumbled mess of words they could produce.
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The feeling of his arms wrapped around him tightly brought him to a new level of haze - it felt like even his heart was slowing down, relaxing - accepting that this really was real. He held onto him tightly, slowly nuzzling his head back against Sirius'. This was happening... this was real... this was okay and wasn't one-sided. Sirius wanted this just as much as he did... right? He hoped so, it felt like he was meant to be nestled in against him, as if they were puzzle pieces and Sirius was the one he connected into.
It was stupid and cliché, he'd never admit to it later, but that was what it felt like. Eventually he shifted to unfurl his legs - they were getting a bit cramped - and then wrapped those around Sirius's waist. He might as well go full-on koala and enjoy the closeness while it was still available... while they weren't pissing each other off...
Would they keep doing that? Would the fighting stop? He didn't exactly hate it- there was only a few times that Sirius had even legitimately angered him... but he might want to stop that. What else would they do, though? What was this? Did they have to name it? He yawned slightly, feeling his eyes droop as his mind begged him to go back to sleep... maybe they could just go back to sleep...
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Sirius shifted slightly once more to allow those slim legs around his waist, stifling a content sigh. His hands pulled Deskri into him, holding him as close as he possibly could without breaking the small man. He pressed a kiss against his shoulder, tail shuddering in response. He was allowed to do this. He could place kisses anywhere he wanted and Deskri wouldn't hit him, right? This was okay? He could love as much as he wanted and he'd be held in response?
Sleep began to nudge him, his body slowly melting into Deskri's. This warmth - no, this comfort had lulled his tired body back into sleep. Without thinking about the fact they were both naked he tugged Deskri into his lap, craning up to place his mouth against Deskri's jaw before shifting them so they could both lay down beside one another, his body fully willing to accept Deskri if he chose to become a koala once more.
"I'm still tired." He mumbled, eyes flicking up to look at golden eyes, hands reaching up to tentatively pet Deskri's hair. "Just five more minutes...... is that okay?"
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He moved along with him, happy to be welcomed against him - held safely in place - it was all he could ask for, really. His tail gently squeezed Sirius', then loosened a little as he relaxed a bit more. He could purr, really, the utter contentment that clouded his brain was almost too much to handle. Had he ever felt this relaxed? Probably not, even with Tengu there was the looming anxiety that overwhelmed his entire life. But this? Once he'd let his mind stop worrying about names, there was no anxiety. Just a near primal need for more.
He shifted his head to lazily press a kiss back, misplaced somewhere on his cheek, coupled with a quiet pleased hum. He liked that- the little kisses to his shoulder and jaw... he wanted more. The shifted position was welcomed - as if Sirius had read his mind that he really just wanted to go back to bed. More kisses, more touches, and more sleep. They were the only three things he could really seem to focus on.
He nodded sleepily against the pillow, and wiggled himself back up against Sirius as much as he could. He tucked his arms between them, hands pressed against Sirius's chest. "Yeah.... five more minutes." He nodded, eyes half closed but returning Sirius's gaze.. he blinked slowly, then leaned in to press a gentle kiss of his own to Sirius's lips.
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Content. He was content. Something was complete, and it was Deskri being right here that completed that. Oh, he was sure they'd truly wake later and start arguing, as always, but... this time it'd be as something else. They were different, now. Their words would be less vicious, and arms open. The mere thought caused him to squeeze Deskri, tail gently wiggling as it snuggled against Deskri's cold tail, limply resting there. He didn't need to hold on, Deskri wasn't going anywhere.
The kiss had been a surprise, but he welcomed it, taking a hand to touch Deskri's chin and raise it, returning the kiss. "Mmmm. Then we'll get up." He knew it was a lie. They both did, he was sure. He didn't ******** care. He pulled Deskri close, one hand against his back as he sleepily nuzzled into the pillow above Deskri's head, letting out a loose sigh. Now they could go back to sleep. Start this over. Wake up with less confusion, maybe. He wasn't about to say he understood all of this, no. He didn't. But he knew that this small man belonged right against his chest.
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He nodded, humming a small affirmative to his statement... He knew they wouldn't be, but he didn't care... If anything that made him want to sleep even more. A few moments after Sirius settled, he was out. Blissfully slipping into unconsciousness...
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Posted: Mon Feb 29, 2016 10:02 pm
Chapter Seven: Don't Go! It had been a few weeks - after waking again things had been... awkward. They weren't really built to be able to discuss such things - or at least, Deskri wasn't. He'd never been good at expressing himself without his art, or by just doing something... but they had done something, that was the entire issue. After leaving, he'd been too caught up in trying to figure out what to say to Sirius that he'd subconsciously ignored him for weeks. Every time he saw him, he remembered just how much he needed to say but wasn't capable of putting it into words -- which made him flee almost immediately.
There was no yelling, or screaming, or purposely antagonizing one another... Just awkward glances and uncomfortable silences. He hated it. Every second of it. But more than that, he hated that he couldn't figure out what to say.
But then he'd been talking with Tengu, who had apparently been talking with Ava, who let loose that Sirius had been offered a job in Boreas and was going to accept it. At once it felt like he'd been punched in the gut- he thought... He'd thought... He needed to know. Needed to find out if he'd ******** up-- if he'd waited too long to try and piece together the words he needed to talk about how he was feeling.
So there he was. Standing in front of Sirius's door. Nervousness was choking him, threatening to close off his throat, but he pushed it aside. No. He would do this. He needed to speak to him. He knocked on the door, then shifted his weight from side to side, tail flicking in anxiety as he waited for the answer...
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It hadn't been easy. No, in fact, it had been miserable since that night, to the point he couldn't do anything but glower at the memory. In the beginning it was normal; they were awkward. Words were hard to express, and there wasn't enough time to work on.... whatever they had. Eventually, weeks had turned into a month and Sirius did what he did best; give up. He had been a fool for thinking it would work. Of course it wouldn't. He had been right back then; everything would change, and for the worst. They became unable to return to before, and slowly Sirius felt abandoned. He knew half of it was his own fault, but the other half....? Deskri hadn't even visited, not once. Clearly he didn't want this anymore, and Sirius wasn't going to push. He was afraid to ask him what had happened, and eventually during the weeks he shut down. He was scared. Terrified to see Deskri and know, for certain, in actual words, that it was a mistake. Eventually, he believed, deep down, this was Deskri's response.
It was a goodbye.
So when the job offer came he didn't hesitate. He needed to flee. He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't see glimpses of purple and hear that voice anymore. They had broken whatever they had. They weren't going back to normal. Ever. They were done, and Sirius couldn't let go. Breaking up with previous people had been easy. He just waved them off and moved on. Deskri? He left a mark. A deep, bleeding mark, and Sirius was offered an escape. He took it, immediately rushing home to pack. Ava had looked so sad, even asked him to say goodbye to the staff, but he fled without a word. He was done. He wasn't ever coming back.
The knock at the door was faint. He was in his bedroom, only hearing it because he had decided to peek his head into the hall to ensure he grabbed the laundry basket. Who would come at this time? It wasn't like he had friends, and Ava wasn't one to come to someone's house. Traveling down the stairs, he stood a distance away, using his magic to open the door. It was probably a salesman, or someth-
His breath caught, heart lurching. No. It was Deskri. Instantly, he felt his blood go cold, his tendrils almost vanishing as he watched the man. Ah. Come to see him off? How..... sweet. Coldly, he nodded for Deskri to come in, turning back to grab at anything nearby to try and kickstart packing again.
"Why are you here." It wasn't really a question. It was more of a demand. 'Go away.' He couldn't see him. Not now, not when he finally decided to give up, Despite his coldness his heart hammered, throat tightening as he fought back a shaky sigh. No. Don't show weakness. Don't show anything.
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The door opened - he'd been just about ready to leave. He couldn't do this - who was he kidding? What right did he have? Anyone he'd get involved with would just end up unhappy in the end. Or leave. It was one or the other - and he didn't want to do that to Sirius... but more than that, he wasn't sure he could handle Sirius leaving. He locked his eyes on the man standing before him, trying not to look too freaked out - or show just how nauseous he felt. The world was threatening to start spinning with how hard his thoughts were racing.
He seemed angry. Distant. It took him a moment to step inside - his legs just didn't want to listen, didn't want to go in that direction. If he had to move, shouldn't he be running? Shouldn't he be going somewhere safe?
It is safe, here.
It was safe here, he corrected himself. Not anymore. He'd ******** up, he could see it already. Once inside, he carefully closed the door behind him, and then turned to stare at Sirius. He was packing... So Tengu had heard correctly. His heart ached even more at the thought of it -- the idea that Sirius would be gone. Forever.
"...You're leaving." He stated, voice soft, barely audible. His tail dropped, hanging limply behind him. Not even a small twitch of movement. It was a stupid statement. Clearly he was leaving. He'd interrupted his packing. It was already too late, then. This was beyond repair... nothing he said would make this okay again.
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So he heard. His heart tightened, eyes wincing as he felt the physical pain of... what? Grief? Hurt? Why did this matter so much? Why the hell did he care? Clearly Deskri didn't. Clearly. That had to be the reason.... right? People left him easily, and it made sense Deskri would. Maybe he realized how awful Sirius truly was. How cruel he could be. How many horrible things had he said to Deskri? What about the ******** table? He'd never forgive himself for that.
"Yeah." He grunted back, trying his best to avoid looking at Deskri. He sounded small, but Sirius knew better. He was either hearing things or it wasn't about what he wanted it to be, and Sirius didn't want to have hope. He didn't want to fall back into what he wasn't allowed to have.
"Did you leave something here?" Ouch. That hurt. It reminded him that Deskri had been there. Upstairs. With him.
- - - - -
Internally he flinched, desperately trying to build a wall around the shamble of a heart he had left. He really was angry. Des knew he wasn't welcome here anymore. Wasn't wanted here anymore.. His chest tightened - threatening to implode if he didn't get out of here fast. Gods he just wanted to go back to how it was before - anything but this. He'd gladly take the confusing emotions and screaming over this.
'Did you leave something here?'
Well, yes, he had... but he wasn't going to mention that. It wasn't why he was really here. The person he used to be wasn't worth retrieving anyway. He swallowed, fighting back the hurt that threatened to take over his voice before he spoke again. "No, I--" and there it was anyway, a small crack in his voice. As if this wasn't hard enough... He just needed to speak. Needed to get it out. Please, please just let him get it out.
He wrung his hands together, nails digging into his skin as he tried to focus on something else. Anything else. If he could divert his attention to that, then maybe he'd be okay. Maybe he'd be able to say something. He opened his mouth to speak again - but nothing came out. Who was he kidding? He wasn't built for words. "Sirius.." He managed to say, quiet still. Why hadn't he written this down? Or at least something. Why hadn't he thought of that until right in this very moment?
- - - - - -
He heard the voice crack, head snapping to finally lock on Deskri. What? What was so important that his voice had done that? Was he here to say goodbye? Admit it was a mistake? Dread filled him as his name was spoken, fear flashing across his face before he shifted, pulling at his sweater to cover his mouth. ********. He shouldn't have opened the door. He was trying to leave to avoid this. Why did Deskri have to chase him down? Why had he ******** ruined their relationship? Why did he have that ******** dream that led into that? Everything was ruined. It was over, and now Deskri stood before him, voice cracking and ready to break everything Sirius was holding tightly.
His tendrils flashed, still almost invisible as they seemed to flutter in and out of sight. His heart was accelerating, mouth dry as his hands shook. He shoved them into the depths of his pocket, eyes diverting to stare at the window. Here it came. He wasn't ready for this. He couldn't do this.
Make Deskri stop.
Immediately, his mouth opened, cutting off Deskri's attempt to say anything. "If it's to say we're done I pretty much got it, okay? I got it. You didn't need to come over on my last day." His voice was level, despite his emotions. He was, after all, skilled at shutting down. He didn't want to hear the excuses, or lack of. Which was better? Did he want Deskri to spend an extra five seconds to lie to him? Or did he want them to both nod and turn their backs to one another? His mouth trembled, fighting back.... what? Tears? Was he seriously about to ******** cry? When was the last time he cried? As a child? When his mother told him crying was for babies? What the hell about this man made him feel this way? What the ******** was special about Deskri, anyway? Why was he doing this to him?!
- - - -
He turned to look at him - actually looked at him. The words he'd been working on trying to force out caught in his throat - and were then promptly suffocated into nonexistence by fear. The flaring tendrils - the way he dismissed his presence - it terrified him. He deserved it, though. He knew this. This was all his fault. He shouldn't have gotten involved in the first place. Should've just kept to himself - never bothered Sirius with his existence after the first time their tails touched.
He winced, vision blurring. His words cut deep - like a hot knife through butter. He should have know better. Nine, why was he so stupid all the time? When would he learn?
'You'll never learn, you're too stupid for that, remember?'
The voice in his head taunted, making an already terrible situation ten times worse. He knew it was right. He'd never learn. He'd keep doing this to himself and others until he finally disappeared from the world. Still - his body took over, ignoring his mind's demands to leave. He shook his head - silent for a moment. Was he speaking? What was he saying...?
"I didn't come here for that-.." He was explaining - would he do it right? He couldn't even tell what he was going to say next, he was so disconnected from himself... "Don't go."
'Stupid.'
- - - - -
The first statement spurred anger. Ah, so it was now true. 'I didn't come here for that.' Yeah, shut up, Sirius. He wasn't here for his bitching. He was here for.... something else, whatever the hell that was.
"Yeah? Just wanted to see me while I'm do-" And then he cut off. Did he hear properly? His head almost cocked to the side, eyes rolling to lock on Deskri. Don't go? Why? Why did it matter? It hadn't mattered for a whole month that he wasn't around, so why now?
".... Why?" His voice betrayed him, lowering into an almost pathetic whimper. "Why does it matter?" Ah, there was that feeling he had forgotten. His legs began to feel weak, eyes growing hot with the sting of the oncoming tears. Stop. Don't you dare. Be strong.
- - - -
Oh, Nine... he wrung his hands harder, desperate to bring himself back to reality somehow - ground himself back in his body. If he kept it up he'd surely draw blood - the skin was already turning red from how hard he was doing it. He swallowed, eyes still locking on Sirius - he couldn't turn his head or look away even if he wanted to. It was like his body was doing its own thing and he just had to sit back and watch.
"I don't--" He started, then stopped - as if reconsidering what he wanted to say. I don't want you to go. What a selfish statement. A selfish thought. He shouldn't say that. Sirius would be so angry... He couldn't bear that, not now. His vision was starting to blur - preemptive tears making themselves at home on his eyelids.
"I'm not-- good with w-words." He admitted, voice cracking again. But he pushed on, desperate to get something concrete out. "I wanted- to say things b--before... But I didn't know h---how... And time..." He paused again, forcing himself to breathe in deeply. Calm down. Calm down. "I'm n--not good with it, either... I wanted... it to be p--erfect."
'So, so stupid.'
"Pl--...please don't go." Another swallow, another deep breath -- a blossom erupted in one of his hands, was he going to break the skin after all? "I -- need you."
- - - - -
' I wanted... it to be p--erfect.'
Sirius was baffled for a second, head even reeling back to shake. What? What to be perfect? He blinked back tears, mouth opening and snapping shut. That.... what? All of this...? The loneliness? Doubt? Hurt? Abandonment? All caused by the lack of words?
Was he any better?
He hadn't been able to figure out what was next, and that had frightened him. Sirius had his life planned, but Deskri couldn't be planned. He was new, and frightening, and comfort. Sirius hadn't ever had someone like him before. He was unpredictable, and suddenly words became impossible. If he said the wrong thing he could lose Deskri. That, eventually, turned into anger, and then.... this. This whole mess.
"You....?" He couldn't speak, mouth opening and shutting before the most painted expression crossed his face. "What to be perfect? Goodbye?" Or hello? What had Deskri wanted? His hands raised to his face, the fear swelling in his chest. No. Don't answer that. One of the answers was bad, he couldn't risk hearing that.
"I was alone. " He finally sobbed, shoulders deflating. So had Deskri. They both had been, and now it was this. Whatever this was. "You left me alone." And there was the irrationality, created by his own inferior feelings. Feelings he knew better than to blame on Deskri. Rationality just wasn't happening.
- - - - -
He crumpled, internally. Losing all ability to keep himself together. The tears overflowed, freely falling down his cheeks and then down to the ground. He wanted to disappear - stop existing entirely -- and he very nearly did. His magic had always been tied in closely with is feelings. It started at his feet - slowly he seemed to meld into the background as he tried to physically make himself smaller just standing there.
Ah, a new blossom - he'd done it now. The pain in Sirius's voice was too much to take.
'Look what you did.
Listen to him c r y
You did this.'
He breathed in forcefully, sharp and shaky as he tried to bring air to his struggling mind. Do something. He needed to do something. The illusion just kept creeping up, if he didn't snap out of it soon his legs would disappear..
"I'm so sorry. " He choked - having to look away as shame overwhelmed him. He couldn't bear to look right at him - no matter how badly he wanted to just hold onto him. "I'm so sorry." He'd already said that. Now he was just repeating himself like a broken record. Sirius would make him leave - he had no business confessing now.
"I w-was so scared y---you wouldn't w---ant me -- I didn't kno--w how to ta--lk to you ab---about itI'msosorry."
- - - - -
Great. Now they both were crying. He heard the apologies, not quite.... listening at first. He didn't want to hear it. Sorry for what? Not wanting him? Not needing him? No-
His thoughts froze, head raising just slightly to view Deskri. Wait. Scared? That Sirius wouldn't want him? Wasn't that was Sirius had been afraid of? It didn't stop the tears, no, it just added to it. He couldn't do this. He wanted Deskri. What made him think he wouldn't? Hadn't it been obvious that day? Hadn't they made it clear? What went wrong?
"I told you!" He whimpered, rubbing at his face. This was pathetic. This was awful. "I wanted- I want you! You vanished an- I- I couldn't stay there anymore."
- - - - - -
He managed to break his hands apart, still feeling the urge to disappear entirely. One hand rubbed at his head, the other scrubbed at his eyes. Oh, look at him. Pathetic. Sobbing like a child who'd fallen over and hurt himself. Sirius's crying just made him want to cry even more. He knew he did that. He made Sirius cry like that. He'd never seen him cry - ever. Not even when some of the familiars had bitten him, or that time one of the students accidentally crotch-shotted him with a robot from Judas...
"I know-- I--" He paused to swallow, needing to clear his throat. "I just-- why... I'm no--not... It c--couldn't be real why would it be r-r-real?" He rubbed at his head harder as his headmate grew in volume.
'I told you you'd ******** it up~
Now look at this mess.'
"H-he said it wasn't real. " He knew he wasn't making any sense.. Who said it? Sirius had no idea he had a headmate. "I'm sorry.. I n--never wanted to h--hurt you..."
'It's too late.
You'd better leave.
He'll never accept you now~'
- - - - -
Sirius wasn't sure who 'he' was, but later he'd probably track whoever 'he' was and tear them a new one. Right now, he was preoccupied with the crying business, which had turned into muffled sound as he tried to fight it back. He was leaving already. It was too late. Everything was too late and wrong and broken.
Did it have to be?
Of course it did. People left and didn't come back. That was it. But, Deskri. Did Deskri want to come back? To who? Him? Why? Didn't he get the program; Sirius wasn't worth it. Any of it. He was just a blue man with little to offer. A coward. Someone who fled when things got hard. Someone who couldn't function around people.
Yet, the back of his mind screeched at him, cursing violently as it hissed at Sirius to pull his head out of his own a**. Deskri was crying, too. He was hurting, too. He was scared. Just like Sirius. They both were. No one meant to intentionally hurt the other. Deskri wasn't her. Deskri wasn't his mother. He wasn't going to break Sirius. At least, not now. Not yet.
Sirius had gone completely quiet during his own dilemma, body stiff as he stayed there, hands still covering his face. Quietly, almost a whisper, he spoke. "Deskri." It was a pitiful sound, as if he was whimpering for a hug. Which would be nice.
- - - -
'Deskri.'
He froze up, immediately falling silent - listening. Did he have more to say? Was he going to tell him to go away? That he shouldn't have showed up in the first place...? He knew that. He knew this wasn't wanted or welcome... But he didn't continue. He just... stood where he was, balled in on himself - crying.
He realized in that moment that they were the same - scared shitless of what was going on, neither one knowing what to do but apologize or blurt how they felt. But what should he do? Should he explain..? All he wanted was a hug ---....
A hug.
He scrubbed at his face with his free hand, the other nervously tugging at his hair as he forced himself to unfreeze. To take a step forward. Slow, unsure, but forward... Eventually he reached him- but did he dare reach out? Did he dare touch him? What right did he have?
"Sirius..." He responded, quietly, barely audible with the effort to stop crying.
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For a second he was sure Deskri would run when he uncurled himself, body tensing, heart hammering. Here it was, here was the usual betra- Oh. His tendrils flickered erratically as Deskri approached, his hands clenching and unclenching as he realized this was it. This was either the end or.... something else. Whatever that else was.
Deskri stopped, and Sirius almost let out a pitiful whine. Could he? Should he? It took one glance at Deskri's face for him to lunge forward, pulling the smaller male into a secure hug. Was this allowed?
- - - - -
Oh, he didn't have to risk it. Sirius easily brought him into a hug, his small body near limp in his grasp. It took him a moment, but once he got himself moving again he snaked his arms around him, holding on tightly as he nuzzled his face into Sirius's chest. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't think of anything other than another apology... but how many times could he apologize before Sirius grew angry? Or stopped believing him? He didn't want to find out. All he wanted to do was stand there and hold onto him - hoping that maybe the tightness of his arms would communicate just how much he wanted Sirius to stay...
- - - - -
Sirius wasn't sure what to do other than hold the man, hands tightening against Deskri's shirt. Someone save him from this inability to think. This wasn't planned, or supposed to happen, or even dreamed of. He thought they were done. Forever. End of story, moving on. But no, things had changed, and now Deskri was here, in his arms, weeping.
"What are we doing?" He mumbled against hair, his tail drooping. What the ******** were they doing? Ruining everything before it even started? Ensuring this never went anywhere? Promising no future? Destroying the thing they barely even got to touch?
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Des had no idea how to respond to that question... He didn't know at all what he was doing. All he knew was that he wanted to stay right where he was as long as he possibly could. His own tail that had been limp for so long weakly came to life- sliding across the ground to find Sirius's. It gently wound around it, loose, unsure, but clearly wanting. He sniffled a little, inhaling shakily to calm himself down. He needed to think. He needed to express to Sirius what he'd been wanting to say for the last month-- had it really been a month..?
It seemed like yesterday that he was here. Awkwardly scooting out the front door after a terribly intimate night together... He swallowed, then opened his mouth to speak... "I don't want you to go..."
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Sirius felt the familiar tail tug, allowing his own to twine around Deskri's loosely, just as unsure. He didn't want to let go, but he keep his arms loose, an initiation for Deskri to flee if he wanted, though it wasn't an eager invite. He half expected Deskri to just shove him aside, or try to. Instead, he caught a faint response, head pulling back to look at the smaller man.
"You don't?"
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He shook his head against him, tightening his arms a little. "I don't..." He knew he had to explain - what right did he have to ask him to stay? Especially since he was leaving tomorrow? Could he even stay? He'd quit his job and accepted a new one - it was a done deal... Ava would re-hire him, wouldn't she? Or had she grown tired of their antics?
He didn't know how to explain. He just wanted so desperately for Sirius to say he'd stay - that he'd quit the job and come back to the academy. But would it be worth it? Would he be worth it? He curled into him a little more, feeling an overwhelming sense of self-loathing crawl up his back. No, he wasn't worth it... He had no business doing this...
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Sirius didn't know what to say, really. There was the obvious answer, and then the questions that followed. If he stayed would they return to before? An existence where they were afraid to speak? To ruin it all? Was this.... worth it all? Would they end up back here, back at the start, crying and miserable?
"What if we.... go back?" He sounded like a damn kid, but it was true. The concern was there.
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Go...back..? Go back where? He didn't know what he meant by that - should he admit to it or pretend to understand? No. Pretending would end poorly. He couldn't do the usual routine with this - nod along and act as if he completely understood what was going on around him. He couldn't do that here. Definitely couldn't...
"....Go back... where..?" He winced internally, scared Sirius would become angry again. His tail twitched, briefly sparking to life in the sudden anxiety he felt threaten to choke his breath out of his lungs. He should just know what he was talking about, shouldn't he?
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[/size"Avoiding each other. Not speaking. This. " Sirius painfully whispered back, heart squeezing at the very words. It was a possibility, and he was terrified of it. He didn't want this, anymore. He couldn't do this again. It was either they tried this time.... or....
The words after or scared him. He couldn't do this. Neither of them could. He didn't want to accept losing Deskri (before he even had him), but this wasn't.... healthy. This broke everything. He wanted what was supposed to come after, but was it there?
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He... wasn't angry. Relief loosened the tightness in his body just barely - enough so that he didn't fear choking himself just existing and trying to breathe. "......I don't.. want to do that..." He responded slowly, quietly, barely audible. He just wanted to be near him - freely, without worrying - but oh he was terrified of it. How long would it take before Sirius changed his mind? Decided he was too crazy to be with? Couldn't handle his night terrors or the moodiness or how sometimes he just couldn't comprehend language or tone...
He inhaled sharply, shakily, as if struggling to hold back tears and held on tighter, eyes squeezing shut. " I'm scared. " He admitted finally, body shaking from the fear that sprung up over that confession. He should have kept that to himself.
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Deskri didn't want to do that. His body loosened, tail flicking ever so faintly as relief washed over him, silenced when he heard the words 'I'm scared.' Instinctually, he tightened his arms around Deskri, eyes screwing shut against the feeling of his body trembling.
"I am too." He admitted, fingers curling against Deskri's back as he pulled him as close as he could. "I'm so ******** scared."
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'I am too.'
He breathed in sharply again, both relieved and crushed to hear that. He shouldn't be doing this. He wasn't stable enough for a relationship - wasn't sane enough to be close to someone... Did he even deserve to be this close to another person? Probably not - at least not in his mind. But he wanted it - oh he wanted it so badly. "I d---don't know what to do..." There his mouth went again, speaking without him really thinking. What else was it going to say that he hadn't pre-approved? Would it tell him about his headmate? Do a piss-poor job of explaining it?
Sirius would need to know eventually, that much was inevitable. But did it need to be now?
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"We...." He paused, lingering, before he let out a nervous laugh, trying his best to somehow, anyhow, brighten the mood. "We.... date?" He looked down at the smaller man, a hand raising to gently touch Deskri's chin to raise it. "Like.... see each other.... go to movies.... be gross. That s**t.... If you want."
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Date. Do normal person things. Go out to dinner and see movies and get each other gifts... Celebrate anniversaries--... He wanted it, so badly, his heart ached with how much he wanted it. Was he allowed to, though...? "I..." He started, then stopped as Sirius raised his face to look at him. He blinked, trying to clear his eyes so that he could see him. "I do... want that..." He finally finished, sniffling a little.
"I don't... know how..."
- - - - -
Sirius held his breath, his tendrils almost freezing as he awaited an answer. His breath exited in a rush as, finally, Deskri response, bright eyes staring down at the teary man with earnest. He didn't know how to, either. He didn't know the first thing about this. His last relationship had just been physical, mostly, and he didn't want that with Deskri. He wanted a part of that, he wouldn't lie, but....
Leaning down, he touched his forehead to Deskri's, fighting back his own trembling to try and, somehow, get this somewhere safe. "You're in luck. Neither do I. We can fumble..... together?"
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He didn't know how to either... So they'd both be fumbling... but both of them wanted it- they did, right? Sirius had just said he did. So why was he hesitating? Why was he still scared Sirius was going to start laughing at him at any moment? He lightly bit his lower lip to keep it from wibbling as he moved away from Sirius's hold to bury his face into his chest again - where he promptly nodded. "Ye--yeah... we can-- f--fumble together." He finally answered. It felt in part like a massive weight had been lifted off of his chest... but at the same time a new sort of anxiety grew in his chest. Would he be able to do this?
How long would it be until Sirius found out about the voice and decided he didn't want to do this after all? He pushed those worries aside. He just... needed to focus on this. This good moment - this one good thing in a string of bad...
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Sirius' eyes honed in on the lip nibble, his tail slipping free to lash loosely behind him, hand twitching as Deskri left its grasp only to nuzzle into his chest. The taller man tightened his grasp on Deskri, one hand drifting down to cup Deskri's hip.
This was terrifying. Not only had he admit his fears, but he was holding someone just as likely to run as he was. Someone who could bail any second when the fear became too much. The thought caused his hand to tighten around Deskri's hip, as if confirming he wasn't going anywhere.
"Hey." He grunted, voice rumbling as he leaned down to press his mouth against Deskri's head, giving a gentle kiss. "Stay the night." Desperation hinted in his tone, hand tight against Deskri. He couldn't leave. Deskri needed to stay. It'd been weeks. Weeks of Sirius thinking they were over. Thinking he was lost. Sirius wanted to hold him longer. Maybe then he could convince himself that this could work. That he wouldn't ******** it up royally.
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He departure of his tail was a little saddening - he liked it when they were tied together, even if it had been annoying at first. The presence of Sirius' hand on his hip made up for it, though. He nuzzled against him a little more, tightening his arms around Sirius' waist just slightly to confirm that he wasn't going anywhere - not right now... hopefully not ever.
He sniffled a little, stiffening up then relaxing as Sirius began to speak - but then paused to kiss his head. He liked that... maybe he'd do it again. The plea wasn't lost on him. He nodded against him again, releasing one arm to rub at his eyes a little. "I-...I'd like... that." He finally responded. 'Like' was an understatement, but he'd never been one to fully express the way he was feeling. 'Like' sufficed, it got the point across. He'd be able to stay here - pressed up against Sirius as long as the taller man would let him be.
- - - - -
Sirius sighed shakily, hands stretching as he realized this wasn't close enough for him. Deskri would stay with him for the night. He needed to make him food, get ready, unpack. Reestablish his place in this house. Make calls. He had so much to do and yet all he wanted was to curl around Deskri for the night.
So he would.
Without warning, the larger man scooped Deskri up, picking him up into his arms and ignoring any protest he might hear in the process. ******** that. This month had been horrible, and he deserved some ******** cuddles. He was swift heading to the couch, knowing if Deskri fought back he had little time. Flopping on the couch, he shifted Deskri into his lap, resting his head against the smaller hand for comfort. That was all he wanted, even if he got his head bit off.
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He was content - things were settled, he was going to spend the night... Sirius wasn't going to leave, everything was fine. It was okay. Right? Yes... It was okay... He stiffened a little as Sirius shifted, and then emitted a small sound - was it distress? protest? surprise?? - when he felt himself being scooped up into his arms. What was happening? Where were they going? Naturally, he clung to the taller man, looking around in mild alarm until he realized Sirius was taking him to the couch...
Once there he found himself settled into Sirius' lap, with the larger man's head resting against his head... Oh.. He just wanted this? He blinked, hand gently petting his head before he shifted a little to make himself more comfortable, and then just... laid against him, nuzzling his head into Sirius's neck with a soft sigh... Now everything was okay.
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