dreampost: even more after dark edition

[wotanon]

[ shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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[crossmyheartandhope]

Too many sharp turns, huh?

Take a few, if you need em. I got you.

[sancrimony]

[ hee hee hoo hoo ]

Thanks.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He laughs a little himself, soft, the laughter contagious.]

No problem, dude.

[He gets his other arm up, to help steady Lucifel - shifts a little closer, to better facilitate him not falling off the chair, with the way he's leaning.]

[sancrimony]

[ when he's finally caught his breath - it takes a while - he's found himself leaning on the other more fully, supported mostly by him, and it's a full moment before he remembers the awkwardness of that - he ducks his head, face flushed a darker, muted color ]

. . . so, I suppose - it's into the closet now, right?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Ah - [He flushes himself, remembering.] - yeah, uh. I mean. If you're still up for it?

[sancrimony]

. . . To be honest, I really, really want to be able to walk again, so . . . !

[crossmyheartandhope]

Oh... right.

C'mon, then, let's. Uh. Let's get you settled.

[Please hold while he thinks for a second about the best way to do this, then opens up the closet door and just rolls the chair right up to the edge.]

You need help down?

[sancrimony]

I have it!

[ slipping down, a little roughly but ]

Sorry for the trouble . . .

[crossmyheartandhope]

No problem, dude. Fish tail on land's like super challenge mode.

[He wheels the chair out of the closet so the door has room to close - hesitates, there on the threshold, not closing it.]

[sancrimony]

[ shifting to make space - ]

. . . Is something wrong?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Naw, I'm good. I, uh -

[He ducks his head, cheeks dark - takes a quick breath and steps in, pulling the door closed behind him and taking the light with it.]

[There are a couple of seconds of rustling, in the dark, as he gets himself settled.]

I'm good.

[sancrimony]

Oh -

[ shifting, hands trailing lightly against the floor to find the other ]

- wait, maybe I should be sitting on your lap . . . ?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Uh.

[There are a couple of seconds of silence; then another rustling, and Hurricane is suddenly sitting beside him.]

...sure. I. How you wanna...?

[sancrimony]

Maybe -

[ awkwardly, ]

I could . . . grab your shoulder . . .

[ like so, feeling for his shoulder with his other hand on the floor ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Uh. Yeah. Should I help you...?

[He reaches out, cautious, to try and support Lucifel with one hand, aiming for his arm - finds his side, instead.]

[sancrimony]

[ very admirably managing not to squirm to the touch, using the other's shoulder as grip to shift himself and sit squarely on his lap ]

- is this fine? I'm not too heavy, am I . . . ?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Does a little less well at not squirming, when Lucifel's settled. His voice sounds somewhat strained.]

N-no, you're - you're good.

[sancrimony]

[ it's too dark to see how flushed his face is but his heart is a little fast ]

- are you sure? I can get off, really -

[crossmyheartandhope]

No, it's cool, I'm - it's fine. Promise.

[His heart doesn't beat at all. There are no tells, except the tone of his voice, which is decidedly flustered.]

[sancrimony]

[ so strange - he feels out his shoulders, leaning closer ]

Alright . . . Uhm . . .

Should we have started the timer with the door closing?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Oh. Uh.

Probly. Sorry, I -

I shoulda got a countdown going on my phone or something. Here, lemme -

[He goes for his phone, which is in his pocket, only his lap is full of fish right now. He ends up sliding a hand along Lucifel's tail, instead - makes a small noise of embarrassment, and takes his hand back, hasty.]

Sorry...!

[sancrimony]

Oh - ?

[ slowly blinking before he realizes the issue ]

You're fine - actually, let me . . .

[ wrapping his arms around his neck, so he can pull himself up a little - his head is over hurricane's shoulder, resulting in a full embrace as he lifts himself up just the slightest, for hurricane to have the room to pick up his phone

only

maybe this is more embarrassing? it occurs to him this might be more embarrassing. ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[This is absolutely more embarrassing. Hurricane goes very still for a fraction of a second, then scrambles for his phone.]

[It is more embarrassing yet when he has to reach around Lucifel completely, making the embrace that much closer, so that he can turn his phone on and get the timer app open and running.]

O-okay. We're, uh. We're all set, clock's running.

[sancrimony]

[ oh that's entirely - well, it's his fault for being that close in the first place, but his breath stalls, stutters like an engine, his heart feels like it's in his ears, he's certain hurricane can hear it from this distance, this proximity, and he's stiff enough that he doesn't pull away from him even when the other's got his phone out - is this a dream? it must be a dream, right, for him to be this close, he feels like something had happened before so -

oh - his scent is so much closer, now. lucifel's own scent is that of lilies, close enough that the sweetness would cling to one's senses but light enough in strength that the sweetness is like a distant memory, something on the tip of one's tongue - close, yet so far away - and while he can't smell himself he wonders abruptly if he smells fishy, and he wonders if it matters, and he's finally easing himself down onto his lap again properly but he hasn't figured out whether he should pick his head up or not; ultimately, his ear ends up pressed to hurricane's collarbone and he mumbles ]

A -

Alright. Uhm -

. . . Is it . . . is it cheating, to have the light on in here? With your phone - it's really dark, right? It isn't as though it really bothers me but it's - well -

A little light would be fine, right . . . ?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean. It, uh - it's probly fine? If you want some light.

[It takes a lot of effort to make the words; his mouth is too dry, and he is very, very aware of the fact that Lucifel did not pull back, and of every single point of contact that entails.]

[He's aware, too, of the smell of lilies - of the gentle sweetness and the surprising intimacy of that. He wonders if it's the shampoo Lucifel uses, and if Lucifel can smell his own, plain and uncomplicated, out of a bottle he didn't fuss with and now is wondering whether he should have, labeled something like ORIGINAL SCENT or FRESH N CLEAN.]

[It takes him a couple of seconds to remember that he should probably put the phone down, and he reaches out to set it on the closet floor, a short distance away.]