[ You know for all Dearka jokes about Yzak's head exploding, the way his face is heating up right now makes that a very real possibility. This whole last month has brought him dangerously close to it. And it's all thanks to Blue.
Those amused red eyes, the way he suggests that without so much as a stutter ... he's gonna die (but in the best way). Yzak just stares back with the expressional equivalent of "holy shit."
And then he swallows with a small nod, pulling his hand from Blue's shoulders to rest on one of his own on his neck, Blue's fingers warm against the cooled skin from his hair.
(suddenly that cold shower he took seems like a waste) ]
[the nod may be meek, but Blue knows that despite the fluster, it's an honest answer. Blue hums an approving note and, as Yzak's hand settles on his neck, tilts his head to kiss him once more - this time seeking to part his lips and take a deeper, more passionate kiss. despite that chilly shower, Yzak's lips are warm, soft...]
[ Everything in his body starts to feel warm again despite the shower. Yzak shuts his eyes and likewise indulges in that kiss, tongue moving to seek out Blue's. He really didn't need to avoid putting that blouse back on after all, huh?
He stays where he is, one knee still braced on the floor as the hand around Blue's waist sneaks under his shirt, fingers caressing skin around to his hip, and then a couple of inches up his side, hiking the shirt up some with it. He's careful, making sure he doesn't end up doing something too hard (or too soft, because he'd still like to get a nice reaction out of him), and getting an idea of how Blue's body actually feels. What he can do. ]
[reality is different than an idealized dream: Blue's been thinning as time's gone on in Ximilia, so Yzak doesn't have to work at all to find his fingers grazing over impression of bone - especially the spine. when he does, that does elicit a little sound out of Blue, compels him to sit up a little straighter for a beat as the tingle passes up and down. this brings him closer, a little taller, prompting a parting of their mouths - good timing, because he needed a breath anyway.
softly, with a heavy-lidded gaze:] You feel...better than a dream, Yzak. [he combs his fingers through some of his hair.]
[ If not for Blue's dream merging with Yzak's own earlier, he might have dreamt something closer to this on his own. The Blue he knows a little better rather than the one he had only met in dreams (like Kilnan). The underlying buzz of concern is still there ... the one that comes naturally, the one he can't help but feel even if he's trying to focus otherwise. Blue was asleep all day, wasn't he? After this ... maybe they should both have a little to eat.
Above that concern but below Yzak's main focus is the layer of doubt he lacked in sleep. Asking why, wondering what the point is because this regret-undoing mission won't last forever, will it? Even if he kept this up, it's not going to end well regardless of outcome. Blue is dying. And if that doesn't happen first, what's going to become of them once this is over? If things even make it that far in the first place to reach one of those ends - who's to say something else won't happen? He proved his point, maybe he wants to reconsider going along with things back home. But what are actions here going to do that matter at all later other than give him a taste of something that's already taken such a hold on him and then tear it away?
All of those layers are being shoved down as hard as possible, because Yzak doesn't want them there. At both his surface and at his deepest, what he's doing here and now is what he actually wants. To feel Blue's fingers running through his hair, sending a shiver down the back of his neck. To feel Blue's skin under his own, even as they run up and over ribs that he can feel too well - but that fact doesn't matter as much as that Yzak simply wishes to be close to him like this, to make him happy. To find some of his own happiness within that because more and more, he comes to simply like Blue (and that's dangerous, warn those whispers). This kind of closeness, this kind of acceptance, this is what allows him to focus with little trouble. Maybe aside from the occasional twitch of a finger, or the slight pause before he responds to Blue after taking in that expression on his face.
Better than a dream... he'd hope so. There's that twinge of self assessment again, competing against ... himself...? His cool ass dream self, is definitely weird as he remembered it all so vividly. ]
This ... does feel better already. [ He agrees with a thought, Blue's words warming him all over. And then he adds, earnest: ] ... and if something feels the opposite, you better tell me.
[ Because he wants to make sure nothing goes awry here! Ducking his head to press his lips under Blue's chin, Yzak shifts to rest his other knee on the floor, still otherwise kneeling up straight. ]
[it'd be foolish to think Blue couldn't sense it - those doubts, the misgivings of what the future holds beyond a kiss and a touch. in this deafeningly silent town, Yzak's heart and mind are all the louder... but the language of the body is just as important now, even if he doesn't know it well yet. and is it wrong to want to focus on just this? when there's a mission, a dreary end to the road ahead?
despite the uncertain future, Yzak's still honest in the want to find happiness...and that means a lot to Blue. because of all the people to connect to in this way, he chose him? one whose form is already fraught, who from moment-one left Yzak on shifty ground. the thought moves him almost as much as Yzak's lips on his throat do, prompting a lifting and tilting of his head, breathing in and out a soft, contented huff.
still...some of Yzak's doubts are right: they should've eaten something. Blue had been asleep for almost a full 24 hours, and each heavy breath leaves him a little more lightheaded than the one before, and all the kisses and roaming touches in the world won't stave off dizziness. it's why there's an eventual moment where Blue's head lolls and lifts with a little start, catching quick awareness to the swimming sensation that isn't pleasant creeping up from beneath all that's nice and comforting.]
Wait... [his fingers squeeze and relax with the ask as his mouth hangs open, a telltale glassy look to his eyes.] Dizzy...
Mnh... [he sags a little - as much as Yzak's hold lets him - brow furrowing as he holds his next breath for a beat before letting it out.] Too much air, perhaps...made my head swim. [his head dips resting against Yzak's while he waits out the static.]
Forgive me. Just for a moment... It happens...after a long rest. [gee and getting all sauced up that quickly probably has something to do with it, too.]
[ Pressing his head back to Blue's, he holds him up just enough to be comfortable. ]
It's fine. [ This is exactly why he wanted to make sure Blue didn't feel obligated to push himself for his sake. His well being is way more important than some fooling around! ] You were out for nearly a day and a half.
[ So did he, but he's ever a man of the right priorities, even if he's horned up.
Yzak climbs back up to his feet, slowly pulling his hands away from Blue once he's sure he'll be able to sit up for a second. And then he goes to fetch him a glass of water, some of their rations, and some ... meaty looking things. ]
The rations we have, or snake jerky. Take your pick.
[ He holds both out to Blue, eyes still watching him closely. ]
The snakes are edible - actually edible. So we don't have to worry about running out of what we have anymore.
[the worst of the haze has passed, but Blue is still drained, expression drawn. it doesn't feel great, having to cut off such pleasant interaction regardless of the reason...and especially this reason.
still, he is quiet and forcibly patient, aware of the mounting concern and pivot of focus coming from Yzak. it's not unlike that focus that would come from his Mu peers...it just lacks that undercurrent of anxiety regarding their own fates, should he fail them. no - Yzak's anxiety is a different color and frequency.
he takes the glass, having a couple small sips, brow furrowing. his throat really was dry, so that helps...but the sight of food, especially in light of all the distressing food-talk, doesn't really stir up an appetite.
after another sip:] There's...supplements. On the nightstand. Can you get them...? In a pouch...
[ Supplements rather than some of the food? His frown dips some, but it's still ... something, isn't it? Better than nothing at all. With an acknowledging nod, Yzak does as requested, trading the food for the pouch.
It's easy enough to find in their new, slightly smaller space. Yzak took it upon himself to grab everything they had in their former lodging, so the room looks a little less bare now. ]
Here.
[ As he moves to sit down next to Blue on the bed, he hands the pouch to him. ]
[Blue murmurs his thanks, setting the pouch on his lap so he can get one of the pellets out, taking it with some water.
while he's doing so:] They stand in for a day's worth of food...so this should be enough, unless I find myself with an appetite for snake. [he smiles wanly over at Yzak.]
...I'm sorry. For worrying you. Even if it's only natural to.
[Blue rests the glass in his lap, holding it with both hands, eyes downcast on it and the pouch still there.
after a few beats of silence:] Next time...you visit Doctor McCoy... I ought to go as well, I think. Just to be safe.
[because as burdensome as it all makes him feel, Blue doesn't want to make himself worse just out of pride. he can't be prideful for himself in this way, not with so much at stake for everyone else.]
[ HE GOT U BABE. Which means sliding over and leaning to place both on the nearby table. And then sliding back in Blue's direction, giving him a contemplative once over and crossing his arms.]
You should relax for now, until it kicks in properly.
[Blue feels a small beat of disappointment when he glimpses Yzak's posture closing up in his peripheral. it may be just practiced and comfortable for him, but...well...he can't really hang onto Blue when he's doing that, too!
he sighs gently, looking down at his own hands in his lap.]
Wouldn't you...? [he lifts his head and looks him in the eye. it's not accusatory, but Blue can't help but have that bit of intensity in his gaze - that Mu vibe.] Were it you.
[that knee-jerk response and backpedal pulls a little smile out of Blue, some of the unintended severity watering to softer tones on his features. there's a little color left behind by that tail-end remark.]
No? [he tilts his head a little.] That's a relief to hear.
[ He's also coloring when Blue calls that a relief. ]
Why would it be!?
I mean - [ That gets him to uncross his arms at least, so he can wave a hand. ] I don't think you can give a rain check for something like that! Can you...?
[ His voice gets a little higher because he's not really well versed in discussing a convenient time to do something like this. ] I'm just saying it's not off the table so I can do it any time!
[ And after blurting that out, he looks mortified because that made him sound like some kind of salacious bastard man. ]
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Those amused red eyes, the way he suggests that without so much as a stutter ... he's gonna die (but in the best way). Yzak just stares back with the expressional equivalent of "holy shit."
And then he swallows with a small nod, pulling his hand from Blue's shoulders to rest on one of his own on his neck, Blue's fingers warm against the cooled skin from his hair.
(suddenly that cold shower he took seems like a waste) ]
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He stays where he is, one knee still braced on the floor as the hand around Blue's waist sneaks under his shirt, fingers caressing skin around to his hip, and then a couple of inches up his side, hiking the shirt up some with it. He's careful, making sure he doesn't end up doing something too hard (or too soft, because he'd still like to get a nice reaction out of him), and getting an idea of how Blue's body actually feels. What he can do. ]
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softly, with a heavy-lidded gaze:] You feel...better than a dream, Yzak. [he combs his fingers through some of his hair.]
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Above that concern but below Yzak's main focus is the layer of doubt he lacked in sleep. Asking why, wondering what the point is because this regret-undoing mission won't last forever, will it? Even if he kept this up, it's not going to end well regardless of outcome. Blue is dying. And if that doesn't happen first, what's going to become of them once this is over? If things even make it that far in the first place to reach one of those ends - who's to say something else won't happen? He proved his point, maybe he wants to reconsider going along with things back home. But what are actions here going to do that matter at all later other than give him a taste of something that's already taken such a hold on him and then tear it away?
All of those layers are being shoved down as hard as possible, because Yzak doesn't want them there. At both his surface and at his deepest, what he's doing here and now is what he actually wants. To feel Blue's fingers running through his hair, sending a shiver down the back of his neck. To feel Blue's skin under his own, even as they run up and over ribs that he can feel too well - but that fact doesn't matter as much as that Yzak simply wishes to be close to him like this, to make him happy. To find some of his own happiness within that because more and more, he comes to simply like Blue (and that's dangerous, warn those whispers). This kind of closeness, this kind of acceptance, this is what allows him to focus with little trouble. Maybe aside from the occasional twitch of a finger, or the slight pause before he responds to Blue after taking in that expression on his face.
Better than a dream... he'd hope so. There's that twinge of self assessment again, competing against ... himself...? His cool ass dream self, is definitely weird as he remembered it all so vividly. ]
This ... does feel better already. [ He agrees with a thought, Blue's words warming him all over. And then he adds, earnest: ] ... and if something feels the opposite, you better tell me.
[ Because he wants to make sure nothing goes awry here! Ducking his head to press his lips under Blue's chin, Yzak shifts to rest his other knee on the floor, still otherwise kneeling up straight. ]
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despite the uncertain future, Yzak's still honest in the want to find happiness...and that means a lot to Blue. because of all the people to connect to in this way, he chose him? one whose form is already fraught, who from moment-one left Yzak on shifty ground. the thought moves him almost as much as Yzak's lips on his throat do, prompting a lifting and tilting of his head, breathing in and out a soft, contented huff.
still...some of Yzak's doubts are right: they should've eaten something. Blue had been asleep for almost a full 24 hours, and each heavy breath leaves him a little more lightheaded than the one before, and all the kisses and roaming touches in the world won't stave off dizziness. it's why there's an eventual moment where Blue's head lolls and lifts with a little start, catching quick awareness to the swimming sensation that isn't pleasant creeping up from beneath all that's nice and comforting.]
Wait... [his fingers squeeze and relax with the ask as his mouth hangs open, a telltale glassy look to his eyes.] Dizzy...
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Hey. [ Hand on his side pausing in its movements, he's suddenly ready to hold him up if he sways. His other hand slides to his shoulder. ] You okay?
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Forgive me. Just for a moment... It happens...after a long rest. [gee and getting all sauced up that quickly probably has something to do with it, too.]
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It's fine. [ This is exactly why he wanted to make sure Blue didn't feel obligated to push himself for his sake. His well being is way more important than some fooling around! ] You were out for nearly a day and a half.
-do you need some water? Something to eat?
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in any case, mention of basic living necessities gets a soft sound out of him.]
That...probably wouldn't hurt, would it.
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[ So did he, but he's ever a man of the right priorities, even if he's horned up.
Yzak climbs back up to his feet, slowly pulling his hands away from Blue once he's sure he'll be able to sit up for a second. And then he goes to fetch him a glass of water, some of their rations, and some ... meaty looking things. ]
The rations we have, or snake jerky. Take your pick.
[ He holds both out to Blue, eyes still watching him closely. ]
The snakes are edible - actually edible. So we don't have to worry about running out of what we have anymore.
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still, he is quiet and forcibly patient, aware of the mounting concern and pivot of focus coming from Yzak. it's not unlike that focus that would come from his Mu peers...it just lacks that undercurrent of anxiety regarding their own fates, should he fail them. no - Yzak's anxiety is a different color and frequency.
he takes the glass, having a couple small sips, brow furrowing. his throat really was dry, so that helps...but the sight of food, especially in light of all the distressing food-talk, doesn't really stir up an appetite.
after another sip:] There's...supplements. On the nightstand. Can you get them...? In a pouch...
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It's easy enough to find in their new, slightly smaller space. Yzak took it upon himself to grab everything they had in their former lodging, so the room looks a little less bare now. ]
Here.
[ As he moves to sit down next to Blue on the bed, he hands the pouch to him. ]
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while he's doing so:] They stand in for a day's worth of food...so this should be enough, unless I find myself with an appetite for snake. [he smiles wanly over at Yzak.]
...I'm sorry. For worrying you. Even if it's only natural to.
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And even if it was, I wouldn't be complaining about it anyway. [ Not in this kind of situation, at least. Not when the alternative seemed so dire.
He exhales, leaning back, voice a little calmer. ]
It's fine. As long as it helps.
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after a few beats of silence:] Next time...you visit Doctor McCoy... I ought to go as well, I think. Just to be safe.
[because as burdensome as it all makes him feel, Blue doesn't want to make himself worse just out of pride. he can't be prideful for himself in this way, not with so much at stake for everyone else.]
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[ There's some relief mixed in with the concern. ]
Are you feeling okay? Or, any better?
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The haziness is clearing. Thank you. You were right about that.
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You should relax for now, until it kicks in properly.
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he sighs gently, looking down at his own hands in his lap.]
...Yes. I will. [because what else can he do.]
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[ A beat, as he hears that little sigh. And his own voice softens some more. ]
You better not feel bad or anything.
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...
[ God damn it. ]
Okay, fine, maybe a little.
Just don't let it bother you that much! Because it's fine!
It's. It's not like it was a one time chance or something.
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No? [he tilts his head a little.] That's a relief to hear.
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Why would it be!?
I mean - [ That gets him to uncross his arms at least, so he can wave a hand. ] I don't think you can give a rain check for something like that! Can you...?
[ His voice gets a little higher because he's not really well versed in discussing a convenient time to do something like this. ] I'm just saying it's not off the table so I can do it any time!
[ And after blurting that out, he looks mortified because that made him sound like some kind of salacious bastard man. ]
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