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[overlies]

Who: makima + 2B + falco
What: catch-all for the month; there is a general open prompt for makima and an open misfire for those who would like to help bathe her dogs. i have closed prompts for the other two and am open to writing starters! hmu for plotting @ my plotting posts or liberos if you'd like to plot specifics. feel free to hit up the inbox links below if you'd like to leave a misfire!
When: november.
Where: etc.

Content Warnings: makima (psychological manipulation + others in general, will add if there's more than that)

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[grice]

. . . Okay.

[ it’s . . . well, it’s much better than nice. falco’s chest goes a flutter with skipping beats when confessing not only goes super Well, but— this!! his first peck anywhere!!

his inhale is so shallow it’s barely a hitch, but he does dip his head down just enough, chin back and lips forward, to press them chaste and sweet to the middle of the boy’s forehead. not too fast or too lingering, just . . . there. there’s hair in the way, but warm was the skin beneath it, and wherever else he happened to touch.

that. he’s tumbling inside like a raging spinner. he’s melting. melting, i say! and he cannot help, after a moment, to embrace jun around the head and shoulders. ]

[icanhearscreams]

[He feels warm, but it's not a fever. It's... like being wrapped in a warm blanket. He lets out a long breath and lifts his head once Falco's done, nuzzling into him. It's... nice. He's safe, and he feels comfortable and fuzzy when he's around Falco.]

[He tugs the other boy, guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed.]

You're so special to me... I... I want to protect you. I'm scared of something bad happening to you. But... but know that I'll always be here to help you.

[At least he was taken, not Falco. At least he was hurt, not Falco.]

You're such a good person...

[He lifts a hand to brush through Falco's hair gently. He's careful to not tug, just gently carding through the strands and scritching gently.]

You make me happy... I hope I can make you happy, too.

[grice]

[ that was something that had been nagging at him lately— was he still a good person? he wanted to be, but his choices in action hadn’t reflected the one thing he’s always tried to steer from. he thinks about it every day, every night, when his thoughts aren’t occupied. was it still just to be called “good”? was that even possible in the place they’re in? he thought it was, and . . .

now might not be a good time to put a damper on a mood so sweet, inviting and refreshing. so relieving and daunting all at once. hands and fingers so gently swiping through his short-cut strands of sandy hair. he doesn’t know how much heat his skin could take. he wouldn’t melt, right?

because on the inside he was already reduced to a puddle. ]

You already do. [ he gestures to the boy’s back, wanting to make him comfortable to do whatever he wanted. whether it was to lay down again, eat or read, watch something, go for a walk— ] Let me wrap you up. Then whatever you want to do— I want to do it with you.

[icanhearscreams]

I... okay. I just... want to hug you. I just... let me hold you so I know things will be okay.

[Because things are always better when Falco's around. He's so strong and sweet, caring and fierce... how did he ever get this lucky?]

Thank you, Falco. For... for being here for me.

[grice]

[ it's that sort of thing that just washes his worry away, even if it's for a moment, or a few hours. ]

. . . I'm thankful I can be.

[ it's time to get that gauze around him, though. with access to his back, falco begins to finish up on keeping the wounds protectively padded, and at the same time, somewhat breathable. if there was any more draining to be had, it'd soak it up. falco is gentle in pulling down his shirt to cover everything up, clicking his things away back in his travel kit of aids— and couldn't feel more buzzingly blissful.

—so, hug? his arms are held a little openly for a moment, but he's already leaning about halfway forward. ]

[icanhearscreams]

[He doesn't resist, just trying not to pay attention to those little flushes of heat when the other's fingers brush his skin. There's no more draining to be done, but at least the stitches are behaving for the most part. Whoever did it knew what they were doing, even if they didn't care for Jun's health or comfort.]

[He turns and rests his head on Falco's shoulder, hugging him firmly. He's afraid the other will disappear, but... why should he deny himself happiness now? He's got happiness right in front of him. Doesn't he deserve to have it, if only for a short time?]

[Jun draws in a sharp breath, giving the other a brief squeeze.]

... I love you.

[He'll say it again, as many times as is needed. He doesn't bother to ask, just presses a gentle kiss to the side of the other's jaw, blushing and burying his head in the crook of Falco's neck afterwards. His voice is muffled when he speaks again.]

Stay here with me? For a little while?

[He pulls back and shifts so Falco can sit on the bed with him.]

M... maybe I could rest my head in your lap... if that's okay?

[grice]

[ oh, that— he said it again. he said it again and it does not lessen the amount of surging he feels. all that emotion at once and then, with the swiftest peck on his cheek, falco grice just about expires. he might have become so hot that he's fogging up his space, and thank god he didn't wear glasses or those would have become cloudy too. it is a sudden spark of delight and fluster and goodness that he might even be speaking backward in his head at this point, conjuring up sounds that are not words at all because he has thrown all grammar out the window in favor of becoming a massive, bloated, gooey marshmallow sent to heat in an oven.

he might have said something jumbled right now ("uh, bluhmuh, lub"), but one may just accept it as a "yes", because he's shimmying further into the bed's middle to support his legs comfortably all while giving space for jun to lay down the way he wants.

he will get over this short-circuiting soon, probably. ]

[icanhearscreams]

[Jun just chuckles and lies down, resting his head on Falco's lap gently.]

You don't have to be so embarrassed, Falco... it's just the two of us. It's not like we have to go announcing it to everyone, okay?

[It's none of their business. For all most people have to know, they're just really good friends.]

... You'll be all right. I'll... I'll make sure of it.

[grice]

I-I don’t feel embarrassed, I think, I’m just—

[ flustered!! and fumbling!! with his words again!! word salad!! he can almost feel himself get dizzy with how much heat is pricking at his face up to the tips of his ears. his hand, at least one of them, hovers over jun’s head until he could settle them over his hair.

if there was something he knew how to do, at least, it was being communicative. taking a moment to watch over jun, he just feels . . . !! ]

It’s— It’s a good feeling. I’ve never felt so warm, and happy, and— really mushy—

[ he lowers to hide his face into a gentle bury against jun’s belly. he’s smiling in there, for the record. and muffled: ]

It’s so good—

[icanhearscreams]

[He leans into that touch to his hair - so gentle, so calming. It bugs him when other people do it, but not when Falco does it. It's... strange. The sudden burying of his face into his belly gets Jun to laugh a little and brush the shell of Falco's ear.]

It is. I feel really nice, and I can feel that you feel the same way. I just...

[He nudges Falco so that at least one of his eyes is visible for Jun to look into.]

... I want to protect you. You're... you mean the world to me. I... I can't imagine life without you anymore. And I want to make sure you can have a life worth living here. So... I'll work hard so I can do my part.

[He winces as the stitches stretch. Ah. A reminder.]

... But not right now. My body needs to heal. ... And I've been thinking... do you know any darkbloods who are good at using their abilities?

[grice]

[ falco’s ears feel tepid to the touch, but when fabric and hair is brushed aside in favor of seeing his eye, he rises, and gladly offers both of his to jun. they pool with pride and adoration, but there’s a twinge in his heart that is small, but not unnoticeable. there is something he hasn’t told jun, yet. it’s not as if he wants to keep it a secret, but . . . indeed, he doesn’t want to ruin a day such as this one. a day that has plucked him out of another dip into a second wave of corruption.

he had something to hope for, and with. ]

I can, um, [ one of his hands rise to touch the back of jun’s, without exactly allowing the other to leave his head. no wonder— it was just as nice. ] I’ll check with people I know. Were you thinking of learning blood magic?

[icanhearscreams]

[He doesn't know what the feeling in his heart is, but... if Falco needs to say something, Jun trust that he'll say it. If not... that can come later. He nods a little bit at the question.]

Mm. Something like that... I want to be able to use whatever I can. And this place gave me a way to do something... I think I can probably move things, I just don't know how yet. I remember I moved a book when... um. When we had that fight...

[He doesn't like thinking about that fight. Neither of them were in their right minds. He huffs and leans to nuzzle Falco, but his back complains.]

Ah... I... just want to be able to help. If I can use it to fight back...

[grice]

[ telling him not to was something falco couldn't do. jun had every right to want to learn how to protect himself and protect others. he could help. he had to, and with jun curled into him with his head on his lap, falco cradles his arms around him to keep him welcomed. ]

Is . . . Mister Palamedes a darkblood?

[ peter was also a darkblood, and that meant, by extension, paimon . . . but he'd have to ask about that before recommending it. ]

[icanhearscreams]

[He snuggles into Falco, warm and safe. It's... good here. He's all right. Things are going to be okay.]

I don't know. I thought it might be rude to ask people their blood types. Where I'm from your type supposedly defines your personality traits, but it's different here...

I could ask him, I suppose.

[grice]

[ now, that's the first he's heard of that. falco lifts his head and straightens his back, but doesn't pull his hold away completely. instead, he looks interested. ]

It . . . Defines your personality?

[ —back home?? ]

[icanhearscreams]

It's not real, it's just superstition.

[He huffs and looks up at Falco a little blearily. Bah, pseudoscience.]

Like type A people are supposed to be neat and anxious, type O are leaders but insensitive... uh... I don't remember the others...

[He shrugs and rolls back over, closing his eyes. He must be more comfy!]

I'm blood type A, but that doesn't mean anything, really. It just determines what sort of blood transfusions I can get. Or... could, I guess. Since my blood is different now.

[grice]

[ falco's eyes hold a touch of interest as he accommodates to jun's moving about for the right spot to lay around in. once he seems situated, the blond pulls a light blanket over him and tucks in the corners. ]

What blood type would I be?

[ come on....... it sounds fun!! ]

[icanhearscreams]

A, for adorable.

[Even as the tips of his ears go pink because damn, that's sappy.]

No, probably O. Since you're outgoing and a romantic.

[grice]

[ —dahfjgf!! falco kind of . . . pinches the tip of his exposed ear for that. making him!! go all green again!! ]

I'll— I'll show you romantic!

[ now he's just messing around, but he does . . . aggressively peck the ear he pinched! hmph! ]

[icanhearscreams]

[He laughs a little and snuggles into Falco a bit, reaching up to scritch the back of his neck.]

You can't say that I'm wrong, can you?

[grice]

[ —he’s getting flustered! like, furiously flustered! luckily, jun would know he’s not exactly acting on embarrassment, or irritation. he is all sorts of warm and only seems to be teasing by being a tad dramatic. ]

That’s ‘cause . . . I am romantic.

[ huff!!! but his facade breaks with a smile at the end of it. he’s a good actor, in parts. ]

[icanhearscreams]

[He chuckles and reaches over to pinch Falco's nose gently.]

Yes, and adorable. So? It's still true.

[He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.]

You... you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I really mean that.

[grice]

[ honk. not that he actually makes the sound, but it sort sort of a soft “bwah”. after that and rubbing his nose with his palm, falco’s crooked smile goes soft and melted. ]

I didn’t know this would happen, but— I’m just as glad that it did.

[ i love you. he doesn’t have to be afraid to say it. he loved jun as a friend before this. he’d never stop loving him. there’re so many different ways to love. so he says it, after a skipping beat in his chest and carding away stray stands of the boy’s hair from his cheek. ]

And I love you.

[icanhearscreams]

I... I love you, too.

[And that's all that really needs to be said, isn't it? He curls up a little more and just settles in to enjoy the touch. After all, they need to cherish the time that they have here.]