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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[lonered]

[And once they hit the shore, that's Keith's cue. He shrugs the blankets off, but snags one to throw over his shoulder, moving to splash hi sway over to Hunk. He reaches to take an arm, help the other paladin to his feet.

He drapes the blanket over his shoulders and tucks himself under Hunk's arm.]

All right, big man. My turn. Lean on me, and let's go home.

[atomicals]

[Hunk makes a weary noise as he stumbles upright. Oh, dizzy. It's going to be so relieving to crash into bed. Forever. Going to sleep forever.]

Sounds good. Great. Sounds amazing.

[He puts emphasis on amazing as he leans some of his weight on Keith, not too much but enough to feel like he can walk back to their house.]

[lonered]

It does. Really amazing.

[Home and warm and dry and sleeping in a bed. Nothing has ever sounded better honestly. So Keith will offer what support he can and make their way back to their little orange house.

When it comes into view, he sighs in relief. He's never been happier to see it.]

[atomicals]

I've never seen anything so beautiful in my whole life.

[VERY SERIOUSLY as Hunk lifts his face, gazing with relief at it.

Bless it. Bless its orange. Bless the beds waiting inside, oh man he can not wait and, despite his exhaustion and everything, he manages to perk up.]

[lonered]

I know the feeling. But come on. Let's get you to bed.

[Come on, Hunk. Into the house and up the stairs. Keith is concerned. Hunk seems worn out. He at least got to rest during the boat ride while Hunk worked that hard to get them back here.]

We can sleep through tomorrow if you want. Maybe the next day.

[atomicals]

That sounds amazing. Pyjamas all day, just getting up for eating.

[Hunk declares it, sloppily working open the few clasps of his Paladin armour on their way up the stairs. It's mostly loose by the time they get to his room door and he starts discarding it (carefully) with a sigh of relief.]

We're having, like. Exclusive us-only slumber party.

[lonered]

[Keith is in... well. Sodden pajamas already. That's what he gets for not sleeping in his spacesuit when sirens kidnap him in the middle of the night.

So he may also be stripping as he follows Hunk on up the stairs, at least out of his shirt. Ugh. Being warm is going to be amazing.]

Sounds great. I'm just... really happy to be inside. I was starting to think I'd never be warm again. I'm still shivering.

[atomicals]

[So it hasn't escaped Hunk that they've just both ended up in his room and he's assuming that what's going to happen is that they're going to share a bed.

So he'll just dig out some spare clothes for himself and for Keith. So they'll be big on Keith, whatever whatever. He offers them as he finishes struggling out of his Paladin armour and starts shoving his face into nice comfortable clothes.]

Don't worry. Once we're like, buried in blankets, we'll be toasty as burritos.

[purritos]

[lonered]

[So Keith was just kind of mindlessly following Hunk honestly, on autopilot and yeah. Okay right. Hunk's room. So he should go head off to his own bed except...

He links at the offered clothes.

Really? That's okay?] Yeah? ...it's okay if I stay here?

[Maybe? Yes?]

[atomicals]

Yeah, 'course, if you want to.

[Casual, casual.

No big deal. Just two dudes sharing a bed. They've done it before, so Hunk's not too fussed and he smiles at him, actually.] To be honest, it'd actually make me feel pretty relieved if you stuck around.

[lonered]

Yeah, me too.

[Keith admits. Less chance of being siren'd out of bed maybe? Also a great deal warmer.

So yeah he'll just shuck out of the rest of his damp island kidnapping clothes and into what Hunk has lent him. Yeah okay it's big. He's swimming in it. But.

Warm.]

[atomicals]

Get me into this bed, I'm gonna sleep forever.

Oh bed, how I've missed you. Creaky left side and all.

[Is he talking to the bed? He might be. He's also grabbed down another blanket from the closet because that seems thoroughly necessary. He adds it onto the bed before disappearing under it.

Well. Not completely. There's a lump there under the covers. But.]

[lonered]

...you under there?

[Keith teases, looking rather fondly at the lump beneath the blankets. Hunk's sort of cute, right? That's not a weird thing to think? It's just sort of an objective truth, that's all.

Right?

Right. So uh. Anyway, he'll just be joining him right now. Under the covers.]

You sure I'm not interrupting your reunion with your bed? Sounds like you two have a lot to catch up on.

[atomicals]

Yeah, no, my bed's freezing so get under here.

[Comes the muffled pseudo-complaint.]

You know what I want? An electric blanket. Just the one. I'm even willing to old school it and see if all of these old-fashioned houses have one of those old timey bed warmer things.

[He pops just his nose and eyes above the blankets, to look at Keith as Keith joins him.]

[lonered]

Yessir.

[He's on it, Hunk. Just... inviting himself right under the covers, settling in. He grins.]

...you realize you'd just light something on fire, right?

[Like. Without a doubt that's what would happen.]

But I know what you mean. It takes some time for things to warm up.

[Though this is already pretty toasty.]

[atomicals]

Hey man. My whole, like, thing is to make sure things don't light on fire.

[Hunk sniffs, affecting an offended tone that Keith would ever doubt him. Wow.

He shifts a little closer to him, however, sighing in relief as the warmth builds.]

It'll start getting colder out soon too.

[lonered]

I didn't know that was your thing. But it sounds like something that should be your thing.

[That tracks. Keith can buy that. But he still worries about Hunk definitely lighting his bed on fire with an old fashioned bed warmer.

He makes a face at the last thing Hunk says.]

...it will. Ugh. I hate cold. [Give him the desert.] So much.

[atomicals]

Hey, engineer so it's kind of a part of the gig.

[Hunk makes a gesture, probably, the blankets just kind of move a little. He's closed his eyes by now, tired but content enough, reassured if you will.]

But don't worry, Keith. We'll keep warm.

[Yawnnn.]

[lonered]

Huh. I guess that's a point. Fire would be... bad. For engineering.

[That remarkable and profound statement is the reason he's a pilot, you see. But oh well. He's a comfy pilot right now. The warmth is building beneath the pile of blankets and Hunk's bed is a pretty great place, as place's go.

So. He might unconsciously scoot in a little closer.]

Right. There's a fireplace. And blankets. And those things.

[atomicals]

[Unconscious or not, Hunk welcomes it. It's comfortable and he's growing too sleepy to really focus all too much on what's going on.

Or... talking. Or anything at all.]

Mmhmm. Those things. And me. I'm warm.

[nah he doesn't know what he's saying] We'll survive. No prob.

[lonered]

[Keith is awake enough to know what he's hearing though and for just a minute he looks surprised by the words.

But.]

Yeah. You are.

[And it's... really nice actually. Whatever. He's just going to shut his eyes and enjoy how warm it is.]

[atomicals]

[Hunk smiles absently at the agreement, his eyes closed by this point.

He goes to say something, probably, but it just comes out as a groggy hum as he drifts off at last.


If he slings an arm around Keith in that last moment of semi-consciousness, eh, no big deal.]

[lonered]

[Actually super huge deal. Because Keith's eyes snap the fuck open. But.

Umm.

Warm. And he hasn't been warm in days and days. And it's Hunk, and he trusts Hunk. And he likes Hunk. And...

No okay it's not a big deal, it's actually great. He's into it.

Keith closes his eyes and settles back in. Maybe a little closer. No big deal.]