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[immortalpoet]

[Again, he turns his hand to gently grip the other's hand. It reminds him of that day that feels so long ago, when the man had gently healed it, and the feelings that came along with it, strange and divine and new.]

[He has the same feelings. But no spell is responsible.]

Nightstand sounds good.

[A poem to end the day...it sounds like a lovely idea. Daan always has lovely ideas. Even if he can be an asshole (affectionate) about some of them.]

You can borrow it too. I don't mind.

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Heh, I guess I could borrow it, but... [Daan lightly squeezes his hand, rubbing his thumb over scars and knuckles alike.] It's more fun if I read it with you, honestly. Wouldn't be the same without company for me, I guess.

[And he's really only gotten into a bit of poetry because of Vergilius, anyway.]

Though I might have to get us a second volume sometime in the future, huh.

[immortalpoet]

...Oh, I guess you don't have to come over to read them with me, anymore.

[Since, you know, they're right here. Together.]

[Wow.]

I wouldn't mind that. The more the better, I think. It does the soul some good.

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Mmhmm. We have the convenience of being at the same place now.

[Faintly, he leans his shoulder against Vergilius. Not that Daan weighs much to begin with, but he distinctly is trying to not be too overbearing.]

By the way. I do have someone who wants to meet you since I told her about us. She kind of ended up as a... [daughter??] I don't have a good word for it, but she said she considers me family at this point. Her name's Tsuruno, she's a teenage girl. Sweet as can be. Don't know why she hangs out with me, but what can you do.

[immortalpoet]

[A long pause.]





Yeah. I know of her. She talked to me and threatened to make me regret it for the rest of my life if I ever hurt you.

1/3

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Wh--

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She what.

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[HE'S NOT MAD. It's kind of touching but also.................... TSURUNO...................]

...Well.

[Daan SIGHS.]

Never mind, I guess. ...Don't mind her, she's just looking out for me.

[immortalpoet]

No, it's okay.

[He really doesn't seem to mind, it was just. Out of the blue.]

She does care very much about you. So yes, the request was sincere. I don't think she meant any real offense.

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Mm. No, I know she didn't. She's a good girl. I suppose I didn't even think anyone would do that on my behalf...

[hey it's still weird having people who care about him, what's up with that.]

Thanks for not holding it against her. I didn't think you would, but I wasn't really expecting that.

[immortalpoet]

Really, it's fine. I would do the same in her position, though I wouldn't be anywhere near as nice.

[Ehe. Violence.]

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[That earns a little snort.]

Yeah, you sure wouldn't be.

[He says that fondly, even though he's pretty sure he knows exactly what would be involved.]

Then I guess the only other thing I want to ask: is the bed big enough?

[It's a full and he doesn't mind getting cozy, but. Eh. He's more worried than he's going to let on, etc etc]

[immortalpoet]

[camera switch to vergilius casually breaking someone's wrist or something. it's fine]

[The question makes him blink, before looking back at the bed. Whatever is CLEARLY ON DAAN'S MIND hasn't occurred to him yet, and he shrugs.]

I don't mind it. Are you sure you're going to be fine with the size? If it's too small, I can sleep on the floor.

[daan: CUDDLING!!! TOGETHER!!! IN A BED!! (CENSORED) IN A BED!!!!!!!!!
verg: oh wow bed. that's right. sleeping is a thing. huh]

im sorry here's my real tag

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[There's a soft, amused sound from Daan and he shakes his head. Ah, yes, Vergilius would look at this in the most practical, pragmatic way possible, wouldn't he. Daan gives a helpless smile.]

I mean. That depends on how much you value your personal space from me, I guess.

But honestly, I don't mind sharing with you.

alba having a whole-ass crisis and a half

[immortalpoet]

If it's you...like I said. I don't mind.

[They already kissed, what's close proximity compared to that?]

If you change your mind later, I don't mind, either. Whatever works for you.

i've been having a whole-ass crisis all hecking day how am i supposed to LIVE NOW

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[Instead of being offended, Daan is just horribly amused with the answer.]

No strong feelings whatsoever about it, huh?

[Daan shrugs. WELP.]

Well, fortunately for you, I'm fine with sharing as well. So I guess that's that.

(alba voice probably) time to reread all threads with the voice now

[immortalpoet]

...What.

[Oh, he sees that smug look. Something is UP!!!]

[He huffs, reaching over to give a little gentle tweak to the man's ear.]

That's that. Unless there's something else.

bold of u to assume i havent already

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[The ear tweak earns a small huff, but he's not put out. It's more of the way he reacts to their on and off banter.]

Oh, no. No idea what you mean. We're just talking about the size of the bed and sharing it.

You know. Whatever.

ALBA HELP also 1/2

[immortalpoet]

Daan.

[Vergilius staring at the forest, missing the trees.]

I don't know why you're putting all this emphasis on this. It's a bed. We can share it, like we said, and-

2/2

[immortalpoet]

[Wait.]

[Fuck.]

[Back up.]

[Sharing a bed together, and they're together, and...]

[He's putting a hand to his eyes hi don't look at him ehe <3]

Well.

[TOO EMBARRASSED]

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[A quiet yet distinctly mischievous laugh escapes him as he watches Vergilius' reaction. Lightly, he bumps his elbow against the Fixer.]

Hey, did you know that your ears go red when you're embarrassed?

[Daan grins up at him.]

I'm teasing. We don't have to do anything.

...But I'm not saying "no", either.

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I...think I'm aware of that, yes.

[AND SO THEY BURN EVEN MORE AT THE CALLOUT THANKS!!!!!!]

[The nudge does make him lower his hand, though, glancing down at the good doctor. Not saying no...with anyone else, the idea of being intimate with anyone would be met with a noncomittal shrug. Here...]

[He tries to not think about it and fails utterly at not thinking about it. Fuck. Daan is a handsome man. He's known that for a long time. He was just too emotionally constipated to go down that particular rabbit hole, and now, the doors of it are wide open.]

...I just want to say I'm not saying "no" either.

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[GOTTEM.

Daan considers a moment, then he gently goes to tug for Vergilius to lean down, just a bit, so he can tip his chin up and kiss the side of his mouth, then another to his lips.]

I won't push. Not that I imagine you'd let anyone push you around.

But... just wanted that to be clear. And that I'd be happy with you.

[Not that he imagines that's any surprise, but he wants to be clear with his intent as well. Teasing is all well and good, but he'd be the last person who'd ever want to pressure a single soul in regard to intimacy.]

[immortalpoet]

You got that right.

[He likes how definite Daan is. There's no ambiguity. Everything is put on the table. His intentions are clear.]

[He doesn't feel lost, in this quagmire of feeling. Daan kisses him, and they're as sweet as the first one he ever had from the man.]

Mm. [Now he's stealing a kiss of his own - damn it. His heart is fluttering in his chest like he's some bashful schoolgirl.] If you'd be happy...why, I'd be happy, too.

[A little pause, and when he speaks, his teasing tone warms his quiet voice.]

Besides, it's not every day when a handsome young man wanders into an old guide's life like this.

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[Carefully, he pries the poetry book from Vergilius' hands, giving a small drag of his fingers first over the back of the other's rough hand. Maybe they've both been starved of affection, he thinks faintly. For the lifestyle Vergilius leads, and what Daan had been denied through war and death. It doesn't make how he feels any less real, but it does help carry that yearning that's been boiling inside of him, steadily.

He smiles crookedly and returns another kiss.]

Hm, flattery's gonna get you everywhere. [A free hand tugs Vergilius ever closer by the lapel.] Besides, I see a handsome man in front of me, too. It's just been awhile since he's had something nice to look forward to.

[The book is slid onto the nightstand, as promised for its home. Another tug, and Daan leans up to murmur into Vergilius' ear:]

Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.