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[Holiday-R] Book Bunnies [Celadonite x Faustite]

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Orangeish Sherbert

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PostPosted: Fri Dec 15, 2023 6:31 pm


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Prompt 4 (Snowbunnies): Winter seems to bring out the cutest of all rodents; this isn’t the first time that small, white rabbits have infested Destiny City. They’re small, rarely larger than a guinea pig, and have large eyes and wiggling noses. They are always pure white and seem to show up whenever there’s snow. They aren't menacing or evil, they're just everywhere. They seem strangely domesticated; they are sweet, curious, and friendly creatures that will eat anything you give them. They always seem cold to the touch, and when they shake, little snowflakes sprinkle off of them.

While they seem to be social creatures who seem to appreciate anything warm and will cuddle up to steal body heat, they are too skittish and fast to be kept for pets. They can show up just about anywhere, either alone or--often--in pairs. They tend to wander off on their own without any trouble, but if you surprise them or try to catch or hurt them, they may bite. Their little teeth are enough to break skin, but after one bite they run away. The bite itself isn’t bad, but the effects are a bit unpleasant: for roughly two days after the bite, the injury is cold and the victim will feel random, cold, shooting pains. Their core body temperature will drop and they will often be sent into random fits of shivering. No medicine seems to help, and no amount of blankets or hot baths can soothe the chill. You're just going to have to deal with it and hope it gets better…

Most experiences with the bunnies are perfectly pleasant, you just have to worry about them burrowing. There are holes peppering Destiny City, and with the fresh fallen snow it can be impossible to tell where they are hiding. The holes range from small holes to several feet deep, so can be a minor inconvenience to a potential hazard. On the bright side, sometimes you wind up covered in bunnies looking for warmth from their sudden guest. On the other hand, there are a rising number of trips to the hospital for twists and sprains. The bunnies always leave with the snow, so best to enjoy them--or avoid them--for as long as you can.


Celadonite knew that he was staring to become forgotten. Hell. Half the time he forgot that he was still around. Life outside…life back in the city just…

He had chickened out of leaving. He couldn’t do it. Especially not now with Faustite in the state he was in…it.

He just couldn’t do it. Couldn’t go through with it, and so he hadn’t…and instead had kept to himself in the house, sleeping more often than he was awake. Startlingly more often than he was awake but…

It had been a good day, and he had an idea that he wanted to try, and so had gone up to the city, had donned his glamour and had gone to purchase some things.

Books, nothing too uncommon but…nothing that he would normally purchase. These were about learning sign language which…well. It wasn’t perfect…but it was something…and Faustite’s hands still worked.

He was on a small walk, not really enjoying the weather, but tolerating it…and enjoying the sunlight more than anything when he felt a sudden, sharp pain in his ankle and looking down…

Saw one of those damn rabbits.

“Every. ********. Year…”

The words were filled with hatred, and without thinking, Celadonite dropped his glamour and teleported back to the house, feeling the awful chills beginning to creep up into his body.

It was so much worse in the state he was in. Cold blooded as he was…this.

It was almost too much.

His teeth were chattering by the time he made it to Faustite’s room, and he knocked once before entering, flinging himself at the other half youma without waiting for any sort of acknowledgement.

The heat felt wonderful but.

The cold still persisted.

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PostPosted: Mon Dec 18, 2023 4:52 pm


Faustite spent most of his time with his thoughts since the incident. He'd become less cognizant of the world around him, to Hestia's quiet cleaning in the periphery while other team members stopped by the house on occasion. Albite still liked to hover, but there were times that even he had to go outside and take care of other obligations. He still had friends, still had subordinates who would need him. During those times, the house was quiet, and Faustite marinated in his thoughts.

Albite was averse to the wheelchair, so he had set Faustite on the cushions in the bay window and parked the wheelchair nearby. Faustite didn't think he could overcome the pain enough to transfer himself to it alone, but he couldn't voice that thought to Albite. Instead, he let the boy depart to take care of his own business.

Instead, Faustite retreated into his own head while he looked outside. He thought about how there was a nearly imperceptible shift in the way conversations played out around him now. He noticed it with Albite first, the way the boy's speech and cadence began to shift from asking for his input to speaking in more statements. Of course, Faustite could only give rudimentary input in the form of shrugs or nods or shakes of his head, and he understood this — he recognized that there was hardly any conversation to be had from him anymore — but it was startling and dismaying nonetheless to notice that even Albite was slowly growing bored with it. Perhaps not bored in a manner that the boy noticed himself, but bored in how he once carried a conversation with Faustite and then began carrying conversations at Faustite.

As he slouched into the mountain of pillows, he wondered if this encroaching sense of loneliness, brought on from his isolation from conversations in which he could once take part, would become permanent. If his ability to share his thoughts would be relegated to paper, to be read at a later date, and maybe not read at all. Part of him used to prefer the thought, but the reality of it was far less romantic.

He was driven from his thoughts by the sound of the door. It couldn't have been Albite — the aura didn't match and the boy didn't know what knocking was — and he didn't know what Jadarite would be doing in his bedroom. It wasn't like he could ask her, so he hadn't bothered turning his head or taxing his agonized body to greet her. Whatever it was, he was sure she'd be gone as quickly as she came, likely with something she'd left with Waru or something Waru had asked her to retrieve.

But then he was jostled, and he winced for it. As he glanced down, he saw slim, scaled arms encircling him over the cincher that protected his grate. Celadonite was awake; Faustite had thought the boy would try hibernating through winter to mitigate the toll his youma side cost him, but there he was, desperate for the heat that Faustite constantly put into the air.

Wrapping his less pained hand around Celadonite's upper arm, Faustite gave it a tug as if to invite him up in the bay window proper. Careful, he mouthed at the reptilian General. Not that anyone needed reminding that he was trapped in a constant hell of pain and silence.


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Orangeish Sherbert

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PostPosted: Wed Dec 20, 2023 5:13 pm


“I brought you some…” Celadonite’s teeth were chattering but he withdrew the books he had purchased and shrugged slightly. “I thought…they could help with communicating…I can spend my t-time as a human learning how to sign and then…I can t-try to teach you…”

He moved where Faustite wanted him to, carefully sitting next to the other half youma, rather than on top of him. “...I…I hate the winter…those…stupid r-rabbits are back…and of course…one bit me. Again.”

Cela knew he was rambling…but…he was stuttering too, shaking so hard it almost hurt. The cold was everywhere now…filling him, trying to end him, if the feeling was anything to go off of.

“I…I thought…they were bad when I was just…normal but…” He swallowed and inched a little bit closer to Faustite, hoping that the fire of the male would…do something to impact this. At this point though…Cela had run out of hope.

“...B-but the signing…could…be something…good?”

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PostPosted: Tue Jan 16, 2024 6:45 am


Faustite smiled for that, even if he winced for the way it pulled at the wound on his face. Celadonite was already thinking ahead for him, already looking out for him, even at the expense of his own comfort and well-being. In truth, Faustite hadn't put much thought to how he would continue to communicate, assuming instead that he would have to rely on using youma's bodies to get his message across. Since the fight, he lacked for much to say, and was too dolorous to conceive of any decent conversation. Celadonite was able to look past that, however.

He took the books and laid them over his lap for the moment. They would wait until Celadonite wasn't in danger of hypothermia, or slipping back into a coma. Instead, Faustite took up the boy's hands in his own and squeezed them as well as his injuries would allow. It wouldn't be much, perhaps, but Faustite had little in the way of emergency heating supplies.

Celadonite had spoken of the bunnies before, he remembered. Even back then, when he wasn't so injured, his heat had a hard time defrosting whatever they had done. He suspected there was a magical component to it, one that his flames could not dispel, and so Faustite suspected that a hot bath would not help him any more than being so close to Faustite's core.

It was worlds more frustrating for how invalid and helpless he already felt. His one hallmark was his heat, and even that couldn't help his boy in need. That Celadonite kept shivering and shuddering in the grip of cold was nonetheless infuriating for how Faustite's heat did nothing to it. But Faustite wasn't aware of any magical heat-generating items, and his abilities would turn the place to cinders. When he became fire himself, it never seemed to burn anyone the way his grate did, so he wasn't certain that it would help to change forms for Celadonite, either.

Instead, he nodded to the boy's suggestion. It would be something good — it would be a way that he could communicate without having to hijack someone else's body or rely on having pen and paper available.


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