[ He still doesn't pull away, urging her to keep going. Even if it's tiring her out... She seems like she's in bright enough spirits, and it makes it easier for him to encourage her along. His breath is a soft laugh against her skin, brisk rather than freezing; his hands readjust themselves along her back, gentle brushes of fingertips before finding their place on her again, familiar and comfortable. ]
I am. Thanks. [ And yet he could still be feeling even more better. Amos sighs, dipping his head back down to lay it against her chest, a contented dog happy to be with its people. ] Think I've been needing this for a while... If you can stay a bit longer. I don't think I'm gonna be up for fucking anytime tonight, but you can crash here if you need to. Could do breakfast later.
[ Because no, the mere concept of cuddling doesn't make a whole lot of sense to him, but he's at enough of a loss in his desire for her to stay to propose it anyway. At some point she'll stop, and this visit won't really serve a purpose anymore, but... maybe they could just enjoy it anyway?
He kinda still needs it, even if he's doing his best to not think about what tipped him over the edge. That's... for right now, that's in the past. It has to be. ]
[ It’s like that tension and fear is melting off him, and for someone like Quetzalcoatl that just deeply desires others’ happiness, that’s all she needs. She laughs with relief as he rests his head against her chest, then more and brightly as he continues. ]
Oh, me neither! I’d probably just fall asleep before we could get started!
[ They’re definitely on the same page there, at least. That tight, protective hug relaxes to a gentler embrace, but she turns to rest her cheek against his head fondly. The flow of Meridian starts up again, but its pace is more relaxed. He’s feeling better and looking better, so it doesn’t quite feel so dire. ]
I’ll work on it until I do get sleepy! But before I’d— Well, disappear makes it sound demasiado dramático, but kind of that! But it’s not like dissipation, so I’d get better after resting.
[ it’s just anime shit don’t worry about it tbh ]
But I won’t, so don’t worry! I don’t want to miss out on breakfast, right?
[ He inhales her scent. The feeling of Meridian within him is still uncomfortable, but it's like poking at a bruise — he doesn't want to stop doing it, and so he continues to relax his body against hers, a soft mm sound coming from his throat. A dog moaning when you hit that sweet spot right behind its ears. ]
Don't disappear. [ His voice is playful, like he doesn't think that'll really happen. ] Just drift off here when you get sleepy. It's fine. Might be kind of nice...
[ He's the one who sounds sleepy now, so much of the tension he's been carrying with him for months slipping away in her embrace. Fuck. Fuuuuck, does it feel good. All thoughts of how messed up her temple being not too far away from here, how Yima wants it gone, how Yima wants her broken, are so far away from his mind they might as well not exist.
He shifts, if only so he can speak clearly to her again. ]
We can do waffles. Had them as a kid sometimes after rough nights. [ What rough nights, don't worry about it. ] I got berries, syrup, whipped cream... the whole nine yards.
[ Yeah, he's basically just babbling now, but he's so contentedly at peace in a way he'd desperately needed. And besides, he's safe with Quetzalcoatl in a way that feels familiar. Nothing really matters outside of this moment, and he's glad for it. ]
[ The idea of pleasantly drifting off to sleep is a great one to her, but that’s unsurprising, probably. As Amos well knows, she’s a cuddler. So, with a little laugh, she tosses her weight down to flop onto his bed and playfully tug him along with her. She really will do this until she just slips off to sleep. ]
Ah, waffles sounds nice! And maybe… I think I’d be able to whip up something to go with it! Xocolatl! Well, if you like things that are a little bitter, at least.
[ Or, they can gladly babble at each other. She keeps up the Purification process, but it is accompanied by fond, gentle little strokes of her fingertips through his hair. ]
[ His eyes snap open as he falls down right beside her with a soft laugh of surprise before he shuts them again. Amos stretches out on his bed now that his legs aren't so long they'll risk dangling over the edge; nuzzles back into her as he finds his new position. He hardly counts as a cuddler, but now that he really doesn't want to be away from her...
This is probably the most affectionate he's ever been around her, demanding attention and body contact but in like, an adorable way. A cat headbutting you for pets, and easily placated once it has them. ]
Xocolatl? [ But once he says it out loud for himself it clicks into place. ] Yeah, why not? Never had that before. We can set up a whole waffle bar. Load 'em up with everything.
[ He kind of never wants this moment to end, the horrors of the world (the horrors that he's helped create) fading further and further away the more she purifies him — but at the same time, this is giving him something to look forward to after as well. The shit, he can, will have to, deal with later. But for now — for however much she succeeds in purifying him before they both drift off — he is wonderfully, wonderfully content. ]
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I am. Thanks. [ And yet he could still be feeling even more better. Amos sighs, dipping his head back down to lay it against her chest, a contented dog happy to be with its people. ] Think I've been needing this for a while... If you can stay a bit longer. I don't think I'm gonna be up for fucking anytime tonight, but you can crash here if you need to. Could do breakfast later.
[ Because no, the mere concept of cuddling doesn't make a whole lot of sense to him, but he's at enough of a loss in his desire for her to stay to propose it anyway. At some point she'll stop, and this visit won't really serve a purpose anymore, but... maybe they could just enjoy it anyway?
He kinda still needs it, even if he's doing his best to not think about what tipped him over the edge. That's... for right now, that's in the past. It has to be. ]
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Oh, me neither! I’d probably just fall asleep before we could get started!
[ They’re definitely on the same page there, at least. That tight, protective hug relaxes to a gentler embrace, but she turns to rest her cheek against his head fondly. The flow of Meridian starts up again, but its pace is more relaxed. He’s feeling better and looking better, so it doesn’t quite feel so dire. ]
I’ll work on it until I do get sleepy! But before I’d— Well, disappear makes it sound demasiado dramático, but kind of that! But it’s not like dissipation, so I’d get better after resting.
[ it’s just anime shit don’t worry about it tbh ]
But I won’t, so don’t worry! I don’t want to miss out on breakfast, right?
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Don't disappear. [ His voice is playful, like he doesn't think that'll really happen. ] Just drift off here when you get sleepy. It's fine. Might be kind of nice...
[ He's the one who sounds sleepy now, so much of the tension he's been carrying with him for months slipping away in her embrace. Fuck. Fuuuuck, does it feel good. All thoughts of how messed up her temple being not too far away from here, how Yima wants it gone, how Yima wants her broken, are so far away from his mind they might as well not exist.
He shifts, if only so he can speak clearly to her again. ]
We can do waffles. Had them as a kid sometimes after rough nights. [ What rough nights, don't worry about it. ] I got berries, syrup, whipped cream... the whole nine yards.
[ Yeah, he's basically just babbling now, but he's so contentedly at peace in a way he'd desperately needed. And besides, he's safe with Quetzalcoatl in a way that feels familiar. Nothing really matters outside of this moment, and he's glad for it. ]
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Ah, waffles sounds nice! And maybe… I think I’d be able to whip up something to go with it! Xocolatl! Well, if you like things that are a little bitter, at least.
[ Or, they can gladly babble at each other. She keeps up the Purification process, but it is accompanied by fond, gentle little strokes of her fingertips through his hair. ]
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This is probably the most affectionate he's ever been around her, demanding attention and body contact but in like, an adorable way. A cat headbutting you for pets, and easily placated once it has them. ]
Xocolatl? [ But once he says it out loud for himself it clicks into place. ] Yeah, why not? Never had that before. We can set up a whole waffle bar. Load 'em up with everything.
[ He kind of never wants this moment to end, the horrors of the world (the horrors that he's helped create) fading further and further away the more she purifies him — but at the same time, this is giving him something to look forward to after as well. The shit, he can, will have to, deal with later. But for now — for however much she succeeds in purifying him before they both drift off — he is wonderfully, wonderfully content. ]