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badpirattitude) wrote2011-12-30 02:04 pm
badpirattitude) wrote2011-12-30 02:04 pm
Prisonstuck VIII, continued from LJ
[For someone who claimed he didn't need to rest, the Psiioniic has been sleeping for a long time.]
[Dualscar supposes a manic episode like he had earlier could really take it out of a troll, not to mention the fight in the prison the day before, and being a prisoner, and before that on the run, and before that a slave, and everything else running backwards through the Psiioniic's entire miserable life. Besides all that, living with him, Dualscar, can't be easy, even if it's only been a day, and he half-expects the Psiioniic to ask him to be returned to the prison when he wakes up.]
[Dualscar hasn't slept at all, not really. He can doze in a recuperacoon, but to really sleep, he needs to be underwater. There's nothing physically preventing him from sleeping on land, but for the mental tick that forces his gills open an hour into sleep and leaves him gasping painfully for breath a moment later. He knows well enough why that happens, but he pushes it away every time it creeps into the corners of his mind, nibbling at the edges of his sanity like a longtailed squeakbeast. Either way, he's still curled around the Psiioniic, spooning up behind him while he sleeps, and waiting for him to awake.]
[Waiting, and thinking about all they spoke of the day before.]
polariity
[What, go back to a prison and away from this glorious library? Dualscar, please. You underestimate the Psiioniic's utter nerdery.]
[You also underestimate his affection for you, but that's okay. In all honesty, he isn't quite sure of its depths either. A part of him that still has reservations about this whole thing- which is a rather large part- isn't sure he wants to know.]
[As awakening comes to him, he's aware of the presence still at his back. It's comforting to have that again- someone being there. All this time around other trolls has left him with this need for someone, anyone, to be there.]
[Gently, just to show he's awake, he guides one hand down to lay over Dualscar's.]
badpirattitude
[Either that or he underestimates his own appeal. Dualscar knows he's good at blackrom, but anything even faintly red and he's completely lost. He's spent most of the time while the Psiioniic slept convincing himself that he's irreparably screwed up everything.]
[But then the Psiioniic puts his hand over his, and Dualscar makes a soft, surprised sound. Before he can overthink it, he curls his fingers through the Psiioniic's, joining their hands together.]
polariity
[Funny, sounds like every other moment of his life, too.]
[As the slime warms around their fingers, faintly, he wonders what this makes them. He half knows, half doesn't. They've never said anything to one another about it, just awkward steps with neither of them knowing the way.]
You're alright?
[Dualscar supposes a manic episode like he had earlier could really take it out of a troll, not to mention the fight in the prison the day before, and being a prisoner, and before that on the run, and before that a slave, and everything else running backwards through the Psiioniic's entire miserable life. Besides all that, living with him, Dualscar, can't be easy, even if it's only been a day, and he half-expects the Psiioniic to ask him to be returned to the prison when he wakes up.]
[Dualscar hasn't slept at all, not really. He can doze in a recuperacoon, but to really sleep, he needs to be underwater. There's nothing physically preventing him from sleeping on land, but for the mental tick that forces his gills open an hour into sleep and leaves him gasping painfully for breath a moment later. He knows well enough why that happens, but he pushes it away every time it creeps into the corners of his mind, nibbling at the edges of his sanity like a longtailed squeakbeast. Either way, he's still curled around the Psiioniic, spooning up behind him while he sleeps, and waiting for him to awake.]
[Waiting, and thinking about all they spoke of the day before.]
polariity
[What, go back to a prison and away from this glorious library? Dualscar, please. You underestimate the Psiioniic's utter nerdery.]
[You also underestimate his affection for you, but that's okay. In all honesty, he isn't quite sure of its depths either. A part of him that still has reservations about this whole thing- which is a rather large part- isn't sure he wants to know.]
[As awakening comes to him, he's aware of the presence still at his back. It's comforting to have that again- someone being there. All this time around other trolls has left him with this need for someone, anyone, to be there.]
[Gently, just to show he's awake, he guides one hand down to lay over Dualscar's.]
badpirattitude
[Either that or he underestimates his own appeal. Dualscar knows he's good at blackrom, but anything even faintly red and he's completely lost. He's spent most of the time while the Psiioniic slept convincing himself that he's irreparably screwed up everything.]
[But then the Psiioniic puts his hand over his, and Dualscar makes a soft, surprised sound. Before he can overthink it, he curls his fingers through the Psiioniic's, joining their hands together.]
polariity
[Funny, sounds like every other moment of his life, too.]
[As the slime warms around their fingers, faintly, he wonders what this makes them. He half knows, half doesn't. They've never said anything to one another about it, just awkward steps with neither of them knowing the way.]
You're alright?
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Fine.
[Hell, Dualscar doesn't know. He doesn't know anything about this flushed stuff, nothing at all! He thought the Psiioniic was the one who knew what was up.]
Did you sleep wwell?
polariity
[He thought he knew, too. And then he started making out with the person who was interrogating him. It's easy to lose track of what you know after things like that.]
Yeah. I'm fine. [Twisting in Dualscar's embrace, he tries to face the other.] You didn't... change your mind?
badpirattitude
[Dualscar thought he knew, too. He thought he had his whole life--his whole long, lonely life--laid out in front of him... until he met a mustardblooded prisoner who couldn't be broken, who drew pictures on the wall with him, who actually listened and had the globes to argue with him, and who told him about a world where they could be together if they wanted to, where they could be free.]
[He loosens his arms long enough for the Psiioniic to squirm around and face them, then pulls them tight once more.]
No. I'll still help you. All of you.
polariity
...Good.
[Tucking his head beneath Dualscar's chin, the Psiioniic idly lets his free hand wander across the seadweller's chest. While he's never truly focused on it before, it's still strange and maybe reassuring to feel how different the other is from himself. Muscular and broad in comparison to someone thin and lean...]
badpirattitude
... yeah.
[Dualscar holds still, and he totally didn't freeze up a little when the Psiioniic tucked his head under his chin. No, that is totally not what happened there. And his arms aren't a little stiff and unsure around the other troll, not at all, he is completely and totally confident in this, yes.]
[Dualscar watches as the Psiioniic's hand traces over his chest. The light, gently exploring touch feels good, better than he would have thought.]
polariity
[Of course. Nothing but the most confident person in all of Alternia. Especially when it comes to flushed romances, oh no doubt. Now just shush and let Psii handle all of this. He likes this much sturdier form against his. While he will never admit it, it's nice to have something... sturdy to rely on. Not that he can give all of his trust to Dualscar just yet- even if he's already given so much to him already- but still.]
[Still.]
[A soft sigh goes off against Dualscar's through and the Psiioniic runs his hands down further, drifting it against his stomach and ribs. Tentatively, he presses closer, lips pressing against the pulse point of his throat-]
[RRRRRRRRRRRROWL.]
[Psii freezes. Perhaps- just perhaps- the tip of his nose and his ears turn yellow.]
[God. Dammit. Fucking. Stomach.]