Event Nine.

[awashmods]

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. Welcome to Awash's ninth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Please be sure to very clearly mark where your characters are in your prompts, so people know which they can tag depending on which group they are in. Thank you!

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[passio]

[ dextera reaches over to pet leliel as well, since he would never deny himself the opportunity to do so. he strokes her soft feathers, slowly, allowing the tension to ease naturally—as it does, he moves closer to guren, until his head is resting on guren’s shoulder.

his thoughts are much the same. he’s lucky, so lucky, that guren was here with him. ]

Will you stay?

[ he’s going to ask every time, even if one day they move into the same house—a fear of loss, of course, permeates everything he does. ]

[swordfucker]

Of course.

[ His own fingers slow until his hand is just resting lightly over Leliel’s gently breathing body, and he’s focused on Dextera’s weight against him. On every thought about how he didn’t do enough, but also every thought that they’re safe. ]

Not tired of me yet?

[passio]

[ leliel is also in the habit of snoring, and so each gentle exhale is accompanied by a whistle. dextera loves it, and he loves her. his chicken is so unfairly adorable—it’s too bad ochako’s flower crown for her has dried out by now. ]

Never.

[ that one is written on guren’s arm, slow and loving. he turns his face, like he’s going to kiss guren’s shoulder, but he’s just resting his mouth against it. he loves guren with everything he has. ]

Thank you.

[swordfucker]

For what?

[He genuinely seems confused at that thank you, turning just slightly to look at Dextera as he rests his mouth there. He doesn't even connect it with the idea that asking him if he was staying could end in a thank you, either... Or anything that came before all of this, too. He hasn't done anything. Nothing right, anyway.]

[passio]

[ except guren has done everything, hasn’t he? dextera couldn’t ask for a better person to be with—to literally be with, right here and now, but also to have. ]

You.

[ that’s pretty cheesy, but it’s also what feels right. he traces guren’s chest, lightly, where his heart is. honestly, he’s so peaceful right now he could go back to sleep, even if they should probably do something besides sit in bed. ]

[swordfucker]

[Guren can't help but smile at that. His chest feels warm, and even if there's always the feeling of a threat, that things could always crumble away, it's not nearly as strong with Dextera. He's optimistic. He wants to believe it can work out, no matter what.

He stops petting Leliel so he can turn more into Dextera, interrupting that cute leaning so he can take his face and kiss him. It's fine if he was eating hearts hours ago, shh. Maybe the purification helped.]