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Event Nine.

Thus, on Life’s gloomy sea,
Heareth the marinere
Voices sweet, from far and near,
Ever singing in his ear,
“Here is rest and peace for thee!”

t's a dark night, and the sounds of feet in the darkness are further dampened and hidden by even more magic, as they are lured away by the soft sounds of dreams that are too good to be true, leaving the Town much, much emptier than when it began.

On one side, an island, and a ticking clock to a gruesome death.

On the other, the slow realization that those bonds everyone has been forging might mean much, much more than they first thought.

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[If this had been even half an hour ago, he still would have had the strength to react normally. Stop walking, look back, talk it out. But as it is, he's on such auto-pilot that he can't even register that something grabbed onto his wet leg until his body is moving forward too much, meets that resistance, and he falls. Flat on his face, on the docks.

Hm. He's just going to stay like this.]

Ah—?!

[ dextera thought with almost absolute confidence that guren would stop when he felt dextera’s hand. he was wrong.

the surprise of it is enough to get dextera sitting up, and he quickly moves over to guren—only hurting a little, his leg throbbing where the siren scratched him.

he… touches guren’s back. hello… ]

[This is almost nostalgic. But whenever he was knocked on his ass before, it was on purpose, on both sides... This is just a mess of an accident, and his pride is wounded for that. He feels the hand on his back and responds by curling his fingers into his palms, near his face.]

Ugh.

[Can he just expire right here. He turns so his cheek is against the ground instead of his now-slightly-bleeding forehead, moving his eyes to find Dextera but still refusing to stand up. Honestly, the fall made him dizzier than he was before, and breaking him from his concentration allowed that fatigue that was already there to really grip at him.]

I'm fine. I'm just taking a break. [let him die here]

[ yeah, dextera honestly completely understands, without sarcasm or judgment… but guren can’t stay here. he’s wet and bleeding and tired, and so is dextera. ]

…

[ he would be willing to let guren chill here, really, if other people didn’t need to use the docks. ]

My house is nearby.

[That's right, at least. Guren pauses, considering it for a moment, and then he moves, pushing himself up from the docks. He's a little wobbly about it, but he covers that up and extends his hand to Dextera. Come here, you.]

Alright, I get it.

[He needs to rest... he can't go on. It should be just fine to accept that, but once he's pulled Dextera up, the look in his eyes is frustrated, somehow.]

I won't be of any more use here, anyway.

[This time, he waits for Dextera to start walking.]

[ dextera starts to move in for a kiss before he tastes himself, and realizes that’s probably a gesture better suited to after he’s cleaned his mouth. ]

…

[ instead, after a soft sigh, he brushes his fingers back through guren’s hair. ]

Catch your breath. Then come back.

[ he retakes guren’s hand, then, and leads them both with slow, careful steps back to the house. ]

[That gesture is so affectionate that he's stunned for a moment. His hair is so tousled that it kind of just wavy-flops wherever it wants to after Dextera runs through it, but it absolutely works to ease a tiny bit of tension from Guren.

He curls his fingers into that grip, walking with him.]

I still think you should see someone about healing those as soon as you can.

[ dextera frowns, and touches his shoulder. his arm doesn’t need to move much to feel it—the bleeding has stopped, thanks to guren’s fusa, but it’s not actually healing at all.

he’ll take care of it later. ]

…I’ll try.

[ he shifts his hand so their fingers are laced together. it all seems quite confident, but when they reach the house, he has to take a moment to rest, pressing his forehead to the side of the building and taking a deep breath. ]

I'm sorry you had to go through all of that.

[Guren waits until then to say what he's been thinking all this time, squeezing his hand, but not forcing him to enter any quickly than he's ready to.]

I know you don't like fighting. Ideally, the defense force would have been enough, but...

[A lot of them were missing, and even then... They were all sick.]

[ dextera turns his face to look at guren, his eyes soft even if he still looks a little dazed. as soon as he’s in a bed, maybe not on the floor for once, he’ll going to be out like a light… for now, he’s struggling to keep his head above water. ]

We’re together.

[ where guren goes, dextera will go. not following him into the forest was a matter of logistics, rather than willingness, but it meant that of course he was going to go with guren to the island.

with that little note, dextera lets them both inside, and he’s relieved to hear leliel clucking up a storm. her sounds aren’t enough to irritate a headache. ]

[He almost wants to ask about Dextera's brother. But selfishly, while Dextera has his focus on him, and not on his brother, he'll keep it for himself. It's healthier to have some distance, and he'd already learned they'd made up. So it's better, probably, right?

He smiles tiredly at the words, and the sound of Leliel. Her sounds are soft, they're not irritating even if he sometimes pretends that they are. Guren is so tired, he doesn't think he even has the energy to take a bath. He jumped into the harbor, before, but that didn't scrub himself clean. Now he's just dirty and damp, and that's fine. He wants to sleep.

Hopefully Dextera doesn't mind that he's wet, still.]

I guess a nap doesn't sound so bad.

[ dextera is most certainly going to cuddle up to his brother once things settle down again, but right now, he’s focused on the feeling of guren’s hand in his, as clammy as his wet skin is. ]

Heh.

[ was it obvious that a nap was what dextera was going to force guren down for? probably. he’s slow to ascend the stairs, since the movement strains at his hurt leg, and for once in her little chicken life leliel is faster to the top than her dad.

she’s perfect. dextera loves her so much.

finally, though, he pries his hand free to sit at the top of the steps, and it feels like he could collapse right here. he sighs. ]

Clothes… off.

[ not a sexy command. just a tired one. ]

[It's obvious because he always needs either naps or food. Guren stops at the top step with him, though he doesn't sit. If he does, he might never get up, so.]

Mine, or yours?

[That's a joke, mostly... He wants his own off since they're wet, but he feels weird about doing it out here on the stairs. So...]

Do you need help? [He knows he hurt his leg and his arm...]

[ dextera does give a tired laugh, at that. they’re both going to strip, though guren definitely needs it more than he does. mostly, dextera wants his coat and shirt off—the fabric is trying to dry into his wound, and even if he can avoid infection, it still hurts. ]

…?

[ with an apologetic smile, he shrugs off his coat, but he wants guren’s help with the shirt. with dextera sitting down and guren standing up, it should be a little easier to pull it right off. ]

[He can definitely help with that. He removes the fuda from that coat, too, since they were stuck over the wound and cloth rather than directly on the skin. Then, ducking down slightly, he peels that shirt right off of him, slowly and carefully.]

I have bandages in my jacket. [See the thing with him having fuda is he probably has some dumb keep dry spell around them because he was expecting them all to run into shit on the way to the island. It works out.

He'll go ahead and fold Dextera's shirt as well as his coat over his arm, helping him carry them both.]

Good yet?

[ guren is such a good boyfriend. even trying to get his shirt off pulls at his skin, opening the wound a little further, but he’s not bleeding half as badly. he just needs some water, for cleaning and probably for his mouth as well.

let’s see… a glance over himself says that his arms are hurt, with a light bite on his shoulder but nothing too painful, and the obvious wounds on his side and leg. he’ll survive. ]

I’m trying… to take care of you. It’s OK.

[ dextera laughs, softly, but he pulls himself up into a standing position with a wince, holding onto guren to give himself some balance. leliel waddles over to dextera’s room, pecking the door open. ]

You're taking care of me just fine.

[Dextera is the one who convinced him to stop, after all... He still wants to go back out there. But he knows he'd be useless if he tried. He helps Dextera keep his balance and moves after the chicken once he does have it.

Inside the room, he folds Dextera's clothes and sets them aside before moving to unbutton his own jacket. He's frowning down at it as he does. Even if he's all healed up, there are a number of problems with his uniform that show just what he's been through. A bite on the shoulder, claws all over, another bite on the leg. He sighs.]

One day I'm gonna have one of these last more than a week.

[ for the first time, dextera’s clothes didn’t completely survive. the bloodstains, as always, won’t be a problem, it’s just that his pants… they’re not destroyed, but it’s going to involve asking someone who’s better with a needle and thread to sew over the claw marks. ]

Haha…

[ dextera sits down on the bed, which is really actually leliel’s nest for when she’s in here, so it’s covered in bird feathers and bits and pieces of seeds and food that dextera lets her eat on the sheets. she’s so spoiled, sorry. ]

They suit you, though.

I've heard that before.

[He doesn't know why!! But his jacket and shirt get their own bloody pile, and he stares down at his pants before unbuttoning those, too.]

I'd keep these on if they weren't soaked. [Still, a glance back at Dex.] But could you at least wipe that bed off?

[How does he live like this]

[ guren please, your boyfriend is a simple little gremlin who usually sleeps on the floor anyway. you knew this. ]

…?

[ he does, because guren asked, and leliel immediately goes to peck at anything leftover that made it onto the floor. she’s like a vacuum cleaner, and it’s no wonder that she’s gotten as round and fluffy as she has. ]

OK?

Better.

[Leliel is so fat... He'll keep that to himself, though, leaving all of his clothes in his folded pile (except he takes the bandages)and moving over to the bed, stretching his arms as he does.]

Let's get some rest before your noisy housemates come back.

[He helps himself to pulling the sheets down so he can crawl in first, leaving the bandages nearby, then holds his arm out expectantly for Dex to fill in the spot next to him.]

[ she is fat and dextera loves her!! ]

Heh.

[ he was just glad to see that joshua looked better, after finding estelle, even if they didn’t get the chance to speak amidst all the chaos. they’ll talk about it later, but for now, dextera follows guren into bed, tender about where he’s been hurt. leliel scrambles to join them, and dextera finds himself smiling.

she’s gotten pretty comfortable, with guren. ]

Gh— hey.

[That's to Leliel, but Dextera should know by now that he's Like This. He loves this chicken, even if he's wrestling bandages out from under her, right now.]

Move it, you stupid chicken. Give us five seconds before you just jump in!

Hahaaaugh.

[ dextera never in his life thought that he would laugh hard enough to ache afterwards, but the fates have come together to make him chuckle just a little too earnestly at guren’s struggle with his beloved pet that his bite wound throbs. he’s still smiling, though, even if he’s wincing through it, too.

leliel clucks in alarm, when guren tries to reach under her? please, she’s a lady… though she does move, fluttering wings as she struggles away from him. ]

[DEX PLEASE... He'd be lying if he said that wasn't endearing. He gets his bandages, and leaves Leliel to settle wherever she wants, turning just enough to reach for Dextera. He's stubborn, he won't sleep until these are at least covered.]

Yeah, yeah, very funny. Come here, you.

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