[As the days grow shorter Cor's nerves are a little more on edge. While it is a time of celebration and he's always enjoyed Solstice... the excessive darkness is unsettling. Which is why, a few days before the holiday itself, he finally settles himself on the couch with something to read and a large cup of the mulled wine from the fabricator. It's surprisingly delicious and he might go through the first portion of the glass a little more quickly than he'd intended.
Which in turn leaves him warm and flushed, sprawling out a little more, sweater discarded in favor of just a snug t-shirt. Even with how warm he feels the chill of the season has him idly toying with flames between his fingertips, spilling form one finger to the next like the roll of a coin. There's something distinctly distracting about the sensation and before long he gives up on the book to instead just bask in the warmth.]
[Cor isn't the only one who's found the mulled wine from the fabricators to be enjoyable. Ignis was never much of a heavy drinker, but there's something comforting about the wine that warms his spirits.
And his body.
He settles down on the arm of the couch, glass in hand. He can't see the Marshal, but he knows he heard him in there. He lets out a sigh.]
[Ignis perches on the arm of the couch and Cor scoots a little closer so he can lean into the younger man, draping one arm over the younger man's lap.]
It has certainly felt like it, though I cannot pinpoint any particular event that made it seem that way.
[He tilts his head back, looking up at the advisor, a soft hum of appreciation on his lips. Astrals he really is breathtaking, especially in the low lighting, the dance of flames casting shadows on fair skin.]
[By now, small touches don't come as much of a surprise. This place has loosened up all of them, and he allows the arm across his lap.]
Some days are simply like that, when there's not much to do.
[He can't see the man, anymore, but it's not hard to remember what he looks like. He was always...handsome, for lack of a better word, and remembering that...
He feels flushed. Maybe it's just the wine, though.]
Mmm I'm not skilled at biding my time. Yet that is much of what we have to do for now.
[The mention of the new offerings gets a warm, deep chuckle, something pleased and embarrassed all at once. ]
Those lattes are devastatingly good. I have to admit I've spent more time with dog ears than without this month... or a tail. Prompto and I were just commiserating over the unpredictability of tails that wag.
[Ignis is alright if he draws idle patterns on your thigh? Because that's what's happening here.]
[By the time his glass is empty he feels more at ease in his own skin than he has in a great while. Which is apparently a dangerous thing to be. Eventually he is able to master his own urges, cursing his pride. Clearly it is not just a simple matter of willpower, as he'd thought.
And that realization comes as he's leaning against his King's door, body still too warm and lips still tingling from Ignis' kiss.]
R-Reggie? I think... I've made a mistake.
[It's fine, just talking to your door now, Majesty.]
Indeed you have, for if you want an actual answer, speaking to my door is the wrong way to go about it.
[Without really thinking about how close Cor sounds to the door, Regis pulls it open. Just how steady are you right now, Cor, because what you were leaning on is suddenly not there anymore.]
[He is in the process of groaning miserably, uncomfortably hot and flushed, aching for touch, for a kiss. And then, suddenly, he's falling, tumbling backwards into Regis' room. He manages all of half a step backwards of his own volition before he's toppling over, completely off kilter and as he falls there's a sharp, indignant sound that escapes him.]
Cor! [What Regis was not expecting? That. Usually, Cor is a lot more surefooted, but he takes not even one step and then is toppling, sending Regis scrambling to catch him before he hits the ground. Unfortunately, his own balance is sacrificed in the process, which means as soon as he is hit with Cor's weight, they both go down. At least it's a better landing than what Cor was aiming for just seconds before. Not that, that is going to stop Regis' back from unpleasantly reminding him of how much he hates hitting the floor so hard for the next few days.]
[He'd been leaning heavily against the door and then suddenly that support was gone. Falling over on his King was the last thing he'd intended either but fall he does. There's a moment where he simply sprawls out on top of Regis, savoring the warmth of his King even with such an innocent touch.
Is he alright? He's not entirely sure just now.]
I... didn't think it would be so... effective.
[The wine was, clearly, a horrible idea. He starts to correct himself, rolling onto his side off of Regis, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees, offering Regis a weak smile, something nearly a laugh catching roughly in his throat as he looks down on the other man. He's flustered and disheveled from the fall and Cor can feel his heart in his throat.
It is effective. The wine is so effective. Even with those he doesn't necessarily want to kiss on a normal basis. Like this, hovering over the man he's desperately wanted to kiss every day of his life for nearly 30 years?
He doesn't stand a chance.]
Reggie...
[It's nearly a whine, something desperate and needy and he drops back down, shifting to one side so he can crawl over Regis, straddling him, one hand braced beside his head, the other cupping his cheek, fingers trailing lightly over his face. There's an intensity to his gaze that Regis has never seen before, the spark of something hot in that cold blue gaze.
It's only because the Wine is, by now, working it's way out of his system that he manages to restrain himself, give him a fleeting opportunity to tell Cor no, to push him away, to stop this before he surrenders to it.]
[Regis, unfortunately--or perhaps fortunately--hasn't tried the wine. He knows full well that is what one of the special drinks is, but he has no idea its effect. As a result, he has no idea what Cor is talking about. It's not like he smells of wine, after all. Well, his breath might, but Cor is nowhere near close enough for Regis to test that.
Of course, Cor may be just about to fix that if the heat in his gaze is any indication.]
What have you been drinking, my affectionate little lion?
[Regis reaches up to brush his fingers against the side of Cor's face even as he turns his own head a bit into his friend's touch. If Cor is gearing up to kiss him as it seems, he won't mind returning it, but he wants to make sure he is acting of his own will and for no other reason. Aulea would forgive a kiss; in fact, were she here, she would be taking blackmail pictures of the tangled mess they are now, laughing the whole time, but she would never forgive him if he took advantage of Cor even on accident.]
[Regis tilts his head into Cor's hand and he hums a soft contented sound. His King touches his face and he turns to press a kiss against the other man's palm. The nickname is enough to make him melt, a faint shiver, letting himself lower his body over Regis', pressing them against one another from knee to chest.]
The wine is... very good.
[A low murmur, words felt more than heard as Cor leans over the younger man. It's a matter of sheer stubborn will that keeps him from kissing Regis immediately. Instead there's a light brush of noses, an affectionate little bump, lips hovering just above his King's.]
May I?
[Because even like this, even with the wine making his limbs weak and his lips ache for touch he cannot bear to take advantage of Regis. No matter how willing he might seem Cor has to ask.]
[He was warm and flushed and his head was muddled. The solution for this, of course, was to get a little fresh air. He wasn't going to go far, just sitting outside the house in a communal patio area between a few of the townhouses. Still sipping at his wine, watching the stars overhead, and entirely not alert enough to realize there's a cat slinking by until a quiet chirp catches his attention. Looking up shows him not just a cat but it's owner not far away.
He'd been meaning to talk to her after all.]
Honerva?
[He stands, moving to follow her in case she didn't hear him, idly musing that her pale hair seemed to glow in the moonlight, ethereal like he imagines Shiva herself might look without her adornments. Ah- well... that's rather...]
[ Hearing her name called from a distance does get her attention. It was a quiet enough night, clear and mild, even if a sky full of stars could only bring distraction and reminders for her, be they familiar or no.
Honerva turns toward Cor's direction as he draws closer, head slightly tilted as she finds herself observing his step. Something seemed... different about him, perhaps it was in the way he moved. More strength in the step. Perhaps something more, too.
Kova did appreciate the chance to occasionally scout the territory, but now he too had stopped, watching them. ]
[There's an easiness to his movements that is unusual, the tension that weighs him down eased by alcohol, the careful stoicism set aside for the moment. He smiles at her, still small and soft but not as hesitant.]
I don't want to keep you if you've an engagement... it's late.
[It feels later than it is what with the earlier hours of sunset. There's so many things they should discuss but the only thing that really comes to mind, besides the way her hair glimmers under the moon, the trailing lines on her face making her look yet more exotic than he'd ever noticed, is that she and Lup both could have died last month and he'd have been able to do nothing to protect them.
His smile fades as he steps nearer to her, moving easily into her space, reaching out to take her hand in one of his. Their fingers twined together he gives her hand a gentle squeeze.]
Lup told me about... what I'd missed while I was recovering. You're both far too precious to be risking yourselves like that.
[Stern but also concerned and his other hand lifts to slide his fingers lightly through the curtain of her hair, unable to resist the pull of it, half expecting it to be still and solid, cold as ice. Instead it is warm, just like her, and the first light touch quickly turns into burying his hand in her hair.]
[ Entirely unexpected, for him to seem so unusually at ease in his approach. Perhaps he had set aside duty for once, but could that be?
But, before she could respond enough to allow him to know that there was no prior engagement that he was keeping her from, he was already at her side, his countenance serious once more, and she could feel the way her skin lightly tingled with the warmth when he took it, so familiarly. So... bold, as she realized a hand was now in her hair as well, and...
She very nearly misses what he actually asks her, with his presence and his bearing so stern and yet tender all at once. There it was again, that flutter, as though it could match the beats of her heart. Foolish, to feel that. ]
It was an... opportunity we were equipped to take.
[ The words eventually find their way, as much as she feels they tumble out of her unevenly. She is not used to having so much concern directed at her from varied sources. For Lup, she could understand, but for herself? Precious, he said. ]
However... I am aware now that the execution could have been far better coordinated. I am... sorry to have caused you such concern, Cor.
You well know that my first instinct will always be protection. It is... difficult for me to see those I care for placing themselves in harm's way.
[His fingers curl in her hair, his frown easing only slightly at the concession. Better coordinated was an understatement. Damn her for being so reckless. For scaring him so much, even after the fact. If anything that made it worse, knowing he could have lost her and not even been aware of what was happening at the time.
Like Regis.
It puts his heart in his throat and his fingers tighten around hers.]
You have powers and abilities I can only dream of... but I ask you, please. Tell me. Even if there is nothing I can do to defend you at least let me know.
[ There it was again, that familiarity, a ghost of a memory that she could not quite catch but she could feel, with him so close. His hand curled in her hair, the strength from the hold he now held her in, even stronger than that time before. It made her heart leap in ways it was not meant to.
He did not know her, and yet he was always ready, to protect, and something within her craved this despite her thoughts. ]
... Would it not... cause you more harm?
[ She would not have wanted to risk him or anyone else not able to survive in those conditions coming after her if something had gone awry. ]
If a situation arose in which... you were unable to partake in an action, but to suffer with the awareness of it. For your own safety, how would it help you to know? You are... already burdened with enough.
[There's part of him that knows she is right. To a point.
It's that more than anything that makes him bend down, the hand in her hair coaxing her to tilt her head back so he can rest his forehead against hers. As though he could will that understanding to her through contact alone.
Being unable to help would be excruciating, yes, but finding out too late that she is gone, not knowing where to even find her remains to give her a proper resting place, discovering her far too late as he had with Regis and Clarus, the body of someone so cherished desecrated by time and the elements....
It's too much to endure a second time.]
I'm not saying it would be pleasant... but the alternative is far worse.
[The fingers in her hair tighten, tugging lightly, desperate to keep her here in his hands where he can't lose her as he's lost so many others. He's not one for such physical displays, usually, but the mix of fear of loss and the warmth of the wine makes it impossible to resist.
Some part of him distantly recognizes that the wine is very likely encouraging this but, even he has to admit it is all the more effective because there is already so much fondness between them. He tilts his head a little, breathing in the scent of her shampoo, considering the merits of fighting urges he knows are at least slightly manufactured... and deciding there's no sense in fighting it when he really doesn't want to.
So he surrenders rather quickly, first brushing a gentle kiss to her forehead, then dipping down to capture her lips in a firm kiss.]
[Breakfast in bed is usually what Cor does for Regis. He'll get up at 6, go for a run, come home, shower, and make breakfast. By the time they're done eating and cuddling it's time for training to start at 9. He... definitely does not get up for his run today though. Whether it's the wine or the emotional situations that came with it he feels miserable in the morning, exhausted and stressed and tense.
Which surprises the hell out of him when Will slips back into the room with food. Not just from checking on the girls but breakfast.]
I... I'm sorry, dulcissime. I should have been up hours ago.
[Will may not rise as early as Cor typically does, but he's still a morning lark himself. A little meditation helps to start the day off right! But that's not necessarily something he needs to get out of bed for either, especially when it would mean disturbing Cor's fitful sleep. Yesterday's..... excitement is more than enough reason to give him more time to recover.
He's cautious when he does slip out of bed, quieting the girls with soothing gestures, doing his best to keep the noise of cooking to a minimum. By the time he does return, he's alone and bearing a tray much like the ones Cor brings in for Reggie, smiling reassuringly.]
Shhhhh. You should be resting until you feel better, that's all. And that's exactly what you're going to do.
[How does he know that? Because between the tray getting set down and Will snuggling up against his side, there's no way Cor has anywhere left to escape to.]
I'm hearing far too much apologizing, and not nearly enough eating.
[Will clicks his tongue at that, lightly chiding. Does he need to scoot into Cor's lap and feed him? Because he absolutely will, if flustering him enough to take his mind off the self-reproach seems like a viable strategy.]
[Cor huffs a sigh, rolling his eyes at the fussing but he does obediently lift the chopsticks, scooping a bit of natto and... well whatever the hell this veg option is. Chopped and with the still questionable options in the fabricator it's hard to say for sure. Once his bowl is filled as he likes he leans into Will a little more, cradling the bowl close instead of eating off the tray itself.]
Mmmm but I don't want to inconvenience you. Especially not for- [Excuse him while he blushes and trails off in favor of stuffing rice in his face.]
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Date: 2019-12-08 10:07 pm (UTC)Which in turn leaves him warm and flushed, sprawling out a little more, sweater discarded in favor of just a snug t-shirt. Even with how warm he feels the chill of the season has him idly toying with flames between his fingertips, spilling form one finger to the next like the roll of a coin. There's something distinctly distracting about the sensation and before long he gives up on the book to instead just bask in the warmth.]
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Date: 2019-12-17 07:54 pm (UTC)And his body.
He settles down on the arm of the couch, glass in hand. He can't see the Marshal, but he knows he heard him in there. He lets out a sigh.]
Have you had a long day?
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Date: 2019-12-17 11:31 pm (UTC)It has certainly felt like it, though I cannot pinpoint any particular event that made it seem that way.
[He tilts his head back, looking up at the advisor, a soft hum of appreciation on his lips. Astrals he really is breathtaking, especially in the low lighting, the dance of flames casting shadows on fair skin.]
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Date: 2020-01-12 02:35 am (UTC)Some days are simply like that, when there's not much to do.
[He can't see the man, anymore, but it's not hard to remember what he looks like. He was always...handsome, for lack of a better word, and remembering that...
He feels flushed. Maybe it's just the wine, though.]
Have you tried any of the new offerings?
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Date: 2020-01-12 08:18 am (UTC)Mmm I'm not skilled at biding my time. Yet that is much of what we have to do for now.
[The mention of the new offerings gets a warm, deep chuckle, something pleased and embarrassed all at once. ]
Those lattes are devastatingly good. I have to admit I've spent more time with dog ears than without this month... or a tail. Prompto and I were just commiserating over the unpredictability of tails that wag.
[Ignis is alright if he draws idle patterns on your thigh? Because that's what's happening here.]
For Regis~
Date: 2019-12-17 11:27 pm (UTC)And that realization comes as he's leaning against his King's door, body still too warm and lips still tingling from Ignis' kiss.]
R-Reggie? I think... I've made a mistake.
[It's fine, just talking to your door now, Majesty.]
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Date: 2019-12-18 07:13 am (UTC)[Without really thinking about how close Cor sounds to the door, Regis pulls it open. Just how steady are you right now, Cor, because what you were leaning on is suddenly not there anymore.]
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Date: 2019-12-22 05:35 am (UTC)[What Regis was not expecting? That. Usually, Cor is a lot more surefooted, but he takes not even one step and then is toppling, sending Regis scrambling to catch him before he hits the ground. Unfortunately, his own balance is sacrificed in the process, which means as soon as he is hit with Cor's weight, they both go down. At least it's a better landing than what Cor was aiming for just seconds before. Not that, that is going to stop Regis' back from unpleasantly reminding him of how much he hates hitting the floor so hard for the next few days.]
Are you all right?
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Date: 2019-12-27 10:50 am (UTC)Is he alright? He's not entirely sure just now.]
I... didn't think it would be so... effective.
[The wine was, clearly, a horrible idea. He starts to correct himself, rolling onto his side off of Regis, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees, offering Regis a weak smile, something nearly a laugh catching roughly in his throat as he looks down on the other man. He's flustered and disheveled from the fall and Cor can feel his heart in his throat.
It is effective. The wine is so effective. Even with those he doesn't necessarily want to kiss on a normal basis. Like this, hovering over the man he's desperately wanted to kiss every day of his life for nearly 30 years?
He doesn't stand a chance.]
Reggie...
[It's nearly a whine, something desperate and needy and he drops back down, shifting to one side so he can crawl over Regis, straddling him, one hand braced beside his head, the other cupping his cheek, fingers trailing lightly over his face. There's an intensity to his gaze that Regis has never seen before, the spark of something hot in that cold blue gaze.
It's only because the Wine is, by now, working it's way out of his system that he manages to restrain himself, give him a fleeting opportunity to tell Cor no, to push him away, to stop this before he surrenders to it.]
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Date: 2019-12-28 08:41 am (UTC)[Regis, unfortunately--or perhaps fortunately--hasn't tried the wine. He knows full well that is what one of the special drinks is, but he has no idea its effect. As a result, he has no idea what Cor is talking about. It's not like he smells of wine, after all. Well, his breath might, but Cor is nowhere near close enough for Regis to test that.
Of course, Cor may be just about to fix that if the heat in his gaze is any indication.]
What have you been drinking, my affectionate little lion?
[Regis reaches up to brush his fingers against the side of Cor's face even as he turns his own head a bit into his friend's touch. If Cor is gearing up to kiss him as it seems, he won't mind returning it, but he wants to make sure he is acting of his own will and for no other reason. Aulea would forgive a kiss; in fact, were she here, she would be taking blackmail pictures of the tangled mess they are now, laughing the whole time, but she would never forgive him if he took advantage of Cor even on accident.]
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Date: 2019-12-30 02:46 am (UTC)The wine is... very good.
[A low murmur, words felt more than heard as Cor leans over the younger man. It's a matter of sheer stubborn will that keeps him from kissing Regis immediately. Instead there's a light brush of noses, an affectionate little bump, lips hovering just above his King's.]
May I?
[Because even like this, even with the wine making his limbs weak and his lips ache for touch he cannot bear to take advantage of Regis. No matter how willing he might seem Cor has to ask.]
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Date: 2019-12-18 01:50 am (UTC)He'd been meaning to talk to her after all.]
Honerva?
[He stands, moving to follow her in case she didn't hear him, idly musing that her pale hair seemed to glow in the moonlight, ethereal like he imagines Shiva herself might look without her adornments. Ah- well... that's rather...]
Can I speak with you?
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Date: 2019-12-18 02:17 am (UTC)Honerva turns toward Cor's direction as he draws closer, head slightly tilted as she finds herself observing his step. Something seemed... different about him, perhaps it was in the way he moved. More strength in the step. Perhaps something more, too.
Kova did appreciate the chance to occasionally scout the territory, but now he too had stopped, watching them. ]
... Yes, of course. It is good to see you, Cor.
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Date: 2019-12-18 03:58 am (UTC)I don't want to keep you if you've an engagement... it's late.
[It feels later than it is what with the earlier hours of sunset. There's so many things they should discuss but the only thing that really comes to mind, besides the way her hair glimmers under the moon, the trailing lines on her face making her look yet more exotic than he'd ever noticed, is that she and Lup both could have died last month and he'd have been able to do nothing to protect them.
His smile fades as he steps nearer to her, moving easily into her space, reaching out to take her hand in one of his. Their fingers twined together he gives her hand a gentle squeeze.]
Lup told me about... what I'd missed while I was recovering. You're both far too precious to be risking yourselves like that.
[Stern but also concerned and his other hand lifts to slide his fingers lightly through the curtain of her hair, unable to resist the pull of it, half expecting it to be still and solid, cold as ice. Instead it is warm, just like her, and the first light touch quickly turns into burying his hand in her hair.]
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Date: 2019-12-18 05:02 am (UTC)But, before she could respond enough to allow him to know that there was no prior engagement that he was keeping her from, he was already at her side, his countenance serious once more, and she could feel the way her skin lightly tingled with the warmth when he took it, so familiarly. So... bold, as she realized a hand was now in her hair as well, and...
She very nearly misses what he actually asks her, with his presence and his bearing so stern and yet tender all at once. There it was again, that flutter, as though it could match the beats of her heart. Foolish, to feel that. ]
It was an... opportunity we were equipped to take.
[ The words eventually find their way, as much as she feels they tumble out of her unevenly. She is not used to having so much concern directed at her from varied sources. For Lup, she could understand, but for herself? Precious, he said. ]
However... I am aware now that the execution could have been far better coordinated. I am... sorry to have caused you such concern, Cor.
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Date: 2019-12-19 05:48 pm (UTC)[His fingers curl in her hair, his frown easing only slightly at the concession. Better coordinated was an understatement. Damn her for being so reckless. For scaring him so much, even after the fact. If anything that made it worse, knowing he could have lost her and not even been aware of what was happening at the time.
Like Regis.
It puts his heart in his throat and his fingers tighten around hers.]
You have powers and abilities I can only dream of... but I ask you, please. Tell me. Even if there is nothing I can do to defend you at least let me know.
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Date: 2019-12-19 06:11 pm (UTC)He did not know her, and yet he was always ready, to protect, and something within her craved this despite her thoughts. ]
... Would it not... cause you more harm?
[ She would not have wanted to risk him or anyone else not able to survive in those conditions coming after her if something had gone awry. ]
If a situation arose in which... you were unable to partake in an action, but to suffer with the awareness of it. For your own safety, how would it help you to know? You are... already burdened with enough.
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Date: 2019-12-21 07:16 pm (UTC)It's that more than anything that makes him bend down, the hand in her hair coaxing her to tilt her head back so he can rest his forehead against hers. As though he could will that understanding to her through contact alone.
Being unable to help would be excruciating, yes, but finding out too late that she is gone, not knowing where to even find her remains to give her a proper resting place, discovering her far too late as he had with Regis and Clarus, the body of someone so cherished desecrated by time and the elements....
It's too much to endure a second time.]
I'm not saying it would be pleasant... but the alternative is far worse.
[The fingers in her hair tighten, tugging lightly, desperate to keep her here in his hands where he can't lose her as he's lost so many others. He's not one for such physical displays, usually, but the mix of fear of loss and the warmth of the wine makes it impossible to resist.
Some part of him distantly recognizes that the wine is very likely encouraging this but, even he has to admit it is all the more effective because there is already so much fondness between them. He tilts his head a little, breathing in the scent of her shampoo, considering the merits of fighting urges he knows are at least slightly manufactured... and deciding there's no sense in fighting it when he really doesn't want to.
So he surrenders rather quickly, first brushing a gentle kiss to her forehead, then dipping down to capture her lips in a firm kiss.]
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Date: 2020-01-08 12:45 am (UTC)Which surprises the hell out of him when Will slips back into the room with food. Not just from checking on the girls but breakfast.]
I... I'm sorry, dulcissime. I should have been up hours ago.
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Date: 2020-01-20 08:14 am (UTC)He's cautious when he does slip out of bed, quieting the girls with soothing gestures, doing his best to keep the noise of cooking to a minimum. By the time he does return, he's alone and bearing a tray much like the ones Cor brings in for Reggie, smiling reassuringly.]
Shhhhh. You should be resting until you feel better, that's all. And that's exactly what you're going to do.
[How does he know that? Because between the tray getting set down and Will snuggling up against his side, there's no way Cor has anywhere left to escape to.]
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Date: 2020-01-20 09:26 am (UTC)I'm fine. I didn't... mean to drag you over here last night. I-
[He shakes his head, at a loss for what he can possibly say to make up for any of what happened last night.]
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Date: 2020-01-20 10:10 am (UTC)[Will clicks his tongue at that, lightly chiding. Does he need to scoot into Cor's lap and feed him? Because he absolutely will, if flustering him enough to take his mind off the self-reproach seems like a viable strategy.]
You know I'm yours whenever you want me, right?
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Date: 2020-01-21 05:15 am (UTC)[Cor huffs a sigh, rolling his eyes at the fussing but he does obediently lift the chopsticks, scooping a bit of natto and... well whatever the hell this veg option is. Chopped and with the still questionable options in the fabricator it's hard to say for sure. Once his bowl is filled as he likes he leans into Will a little more, cradling the bowl close instead of eating off the tray itself.]
Mmmm but I don't want to inconvenience you. Especially not for- [Excuse him while he blushes and trails off in favor of stuffing rice in his face.]
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Date: 2020-01-21 06:11 am (UTC)[Will just grins smugly at Cor, leaning over to kiss his nose. Just try and deny that you love it, he dares you.]
And that as though it's a hardship to come spend the night.
[Don't make him gush over you to counter this inconvenience nonsense. You think he's bluffing? Just try him!]
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