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CALL ME OUT
【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
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【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.
Post-R6 AU PSL ~ Fallen Ashes
Anyway, little time passed and he took it easy when he'd returned back to Zemuria. Even Duvalie didn't harp on him as much as usual when he was being his usual lazy self, seeming more subdued than that. He didn't care either way, but it was probably for the better.
Though he did still do what he needed to do.
So here he was on Bryonia Island, a place that was definitely a nice, area of solitude that provided that perfect cover for an Ouroboros meeting to rattle off plans, and such. Or maybe it was also a nice place for a walk, with its sandy shores and hills that extended into one tall mountain. Which McBurn decided to take advantage on and stroll on out of the meeting after a bit. He's an Enforcer, he'd be told if he was needed or whatever.
However, he did stop at one point, sensing a disturbance in the force, so to speak. Curiosity drew him closer to a point on the Island nearby a large rock along the sandy shore. What would he find—or rather, who would he find? ]
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For one thing, this person is Eric, and he's got tears falling with each heaving breath. He's done everything he thought he could in this situation. Because his reaction time was good after two death games, the stab was shallow, after he escaped he could easily take care of his first aid after the number of times he'd been beaten down. A healing potion would have been even better, but he didn't think of it and couldn't have gone back to his house with the alembic anyway. After all, his house was their house, and she... she.... she's the one who did this to him... He had no idea anything was wrong, and then what she said to him while she did it.... he knows their relationship is over.
Maybe anyone in Skyrim would have saved their god. He isn't thinking straight, though. With his power, he takes himself as close as he can to the first place he can think of - to find McBurn. There's a part of him that just can't forget the image of him saving him. The gall it takes to teleport into a probable hive of scum and villainy doesn't really cross his mind. What he does know is it'll be easier for him to look for his friend once his eyes aren't loaded up with water... but then, the guy kind of stands out, so once he's close enough Eric will look up and there he is. He just gets up and runs toward him, not sure what he's even going to say, other than 'help.']
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What happened?
[ There's a clear frown on his lips, once he's closed the distance between him walking forward, and Eric heading towards him. His eyes flickered over at the bloodied bandages again, and upon closer examination he surmised it probably wasn't too deep of a wound. Still, he's reaching into his pocket because he never quite used the healing potion Caleb had given to him and held it out to Eric.
Seeing the tears (or red eyes by evidence of previous crying) more clearly made the suppositions and flurry of internal questions return, much to his agitation. Despite the fact he's quite frankly pissed someone or something did something to Eric, he kept his anger in check, and then gestured to the building a little ways off to the side.
It was hard to see at this time of night, but it wasn't too far away. ]
...And follow me to the resort while we talk.
[ McBurn would wait for Eric to take the healing potion, before beginning to lead him to the building. ]
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A-Alright- [Eric sniffles, taking it from him to gulp down while the taller man watches him with those sharp, expectant eyes. The magic begins working, heating up inside his wound and pulling the tissues back together. He can feel at least a little relief... maybe walk without fainting... although the smell of blood that's still permeating him would have made him do just that, were he not already deeply versed in digging around inside of corpses. And Mira wanted to do that to him - he's definitely still queasy about all of this, but he'll follow, dragging his feet and letting the bottle clatter onto the sand.]
I just... h-had to fight... Mira... she doesn't love me. [He kind of sobs this out since this is what he feels the most pathetic about, what's on the forefront of his mind, and what hurts the most. But he continues lest McBurn thinks he was out here committing seppuku or something.]
S-She tried to kill me... wants to see w-what my heart looks like... fuck....
[It's pretty fucked up!! Although the place the blood seeping at was not that close to the heart. That had to be left in tact so she could examine it properly after all. But he's putting his hand over it, as he wonders why this one thing could be so much more important than, well, him. Though maybe it wouldn't have surprised him, if he didn't know at least one other person who sees some worth in him.]
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He even kept looking back to the other in between their conversation. If anything, his words burned more than before once 'Mira' was named as the attacker. The woman that Eric had spoken previously before and lit up whenever he did. He'd always seemed so happy to think or speak of her.
Granted, Eric did mention a bit of the type of person she was. But, the fact that someone he clearly trusted and loved did that to him, it was infuriating to the point of nauseating. Honestly, maybe another part of why it was nauseating was because even he thought that was fucked up. ]
Didn't think she was the type of person to be a backstabbing bitch. [ ... ] I'll deal with her later.
[ For now, he was going to watch over Eric, which wouldn't be hard because he had a lot of free time on his hands.
To think, though, Eric could've died and he wouldn't have known until it was too late. Like with Loewe.
Or never at all. He felt the emotions twist in his heart more than a little.
...When they do reach the resort, he'll open the door for them. It had a few rooms but the first one they came upon had a bed, a table and some chairs. ]
Sit down anywhere you want—going to see if there's any extra clothing around here. Take off the bandages too, since we may as well get those replaced.
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[His voice is high and weak, straining against the weight of his feelings. Though the thought of her being 'dealt with' makes him completely numb. He understands why he'd say that, to the point where he won't argue. Although she's still someone he loved, so to think of her harmed or anything makes him feel worse than ever. It shouldn't have had to come to this. He never imagined he'd have to be thinking about what to do with her after committing crimes. He doesn't want to think about it, as if it had never happened. But he can't hide from the truth. Eric trudges in and picks a chair. They were in bed when she made her move, so he doesn't think he'll be able to sleep for a while.]
I-I think she's probably a serial killer I heard about in the world I'm from. People are looking for her... so...
[He sounds a bit helpless here, but he doesn't really know what else to say. For now he just does as he's told and starts unwrapping the bandages with a harsh sigh.]
I must have the worst luck in the universe... I lost my parents, my brother... been in three fucking death games... no one has ever loved me that didn't die or have some hidden nasty side, or both.
[speaking of which, that demonic vibe is eventually going to awaken his instincts even in this universe, so fun. For now it's pretty negligible in his sea of grief and desperation for any kind of consolation.]
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McBurn will return with some clothing and set it on the table. There are shirts, socks, pants, you name it. They were various colors of red, black, and sea-green. But generally simple.
Either way, he's hardly thinking about how much effort he's putting into this. He's attentive and moving quickly despite imagining how quickly he'll take care of this problem serial killer once he's gotten the chance. ]
Think that's about time that changed.
[ Time to check out Eric's chest, mostly to see if the wound had completely healed and he wasn't wrong in judging the severity of the wound. But either way, he did have those bandages he said he'd bring just in case there still needed to be something to wrap in the first place. ]
Won't be too much trouble to have you stay in Zemuria for a long while, either. Nothing will be able to touch you since I'm by your side—can even think of it as a long vacation. Sounds like you need one of those too.
[ And here's where being an Enforcer came in handy. If even someone approached him on the off-chance they wanted him to do something, he'd turn them down unless it was something rather dire. Which was very, very unlikely to happen. ]
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Well, all this offer of shelter and protection is making him start to tear up again, so he might need a moment before he actually is able to do it regardless. Eric rubs at his eyes with his other hand, looking at the floor for another moment. Seriously, he's so grateful for how nice he is. It's saving him again, just like he thought. Though, part of him also feels guilty. He hadn't actually intended to ask for all this stuff. Had he? He's a god in Nirn, he can get it all for himself and banish Mira to some distant planet if he wants, and McBurn knows that, but... he also thinks that easy way is hollow, and so maybe he knows too. What he's really trying to escape is the crushing loneliness writhing in the empty void where his love was cut off from. He's still not sure that makes this okay.]
T-Thank you. Um. I shouldn't if you don't really want to do all that, but...
[Well, now is the time to say that, but Eric trusts him so he'll go ahead and confess what's on his mind.]
I don't want to be alone anymore. And to be by your side, well I. [His throat is dry. He gulps as he scrubs back another tear, then runs his hand into his hair after that.]
You know, I think if this happened after the Depths, I would've just let it. I wanted my world to revolve around her... it was my reason to live, it was why I put myself through everything there. B-But for some reason, I wanted to live anyway, and I wanted to see you... I thought about that right away.
[Gosh, hard to admit all that. It seems so pathetic to him. He's clinging to this even as he tries to backpedal, because, well, he's nervous in general.]
But... you really don't mind?
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He had even thought about telling him how he felt, but decided not to, thinking it too much trouble to bother with. So to see someone abuse that did well to keep him furious. The only thing holding him back from hunting this woman down was his desire to be by the brunet's side for awhile before he did that. ]
Shouldn't let your world revolve around one person. Can be a big pain, as you've noticed.
[ He's still standing in front of the brunet, intense emotions burning in his eyes as he looked him over again. He's always resisted the urge to touch him whenever he's gotten it back in the City. But he could be naturally impulsive, and with his feelings being irresistibly strong in the face of everything, as he's handing Eric the bandages, his fingers move to touch along Eric's, until they're moving down his arms, and up to rest on his shoulders. Despite the somewhat chilly air even inside of a room, his touch was comfortably really warm, though he did manage to draw away his hands at some point. ]
If I minded, I would've just sent you elsewhere. There's no point in keeping around someone I don't care about or want.
...Never seeing you again would be more than be unbearable, so guess I'm glad I'm what saved you—don't care that it makes me sound sentimental. Been thinking about all this time about when I'd just drop in for that visit, to bring you here. About where we'd go, and the look on your face when you're having fun for once.
Guess that we're just going to have more time for that.
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Therefore, this space heater quality of McBurn's is quick to permeate him. It does feel comfortable. Almost safe - although there's a strange inkling he has that there's something wrong about this feeling, but for now Eric is just sure he's finding it hard to trust anyone with his damaged heart. He'd rather put up with that than have him go away.
The reassurance is nice. More than he expected. Unbearable? He'd have settled for noticing at all. It doesn't matter how he sounds, because they're on the same page. Yeah, now that he mentions it, this probably is why he could only think about coming here. Eric chokes out a laugh amid his sobs that have at least quieted down a little, if not stopping.]
Y-Yeah, I was looking forward to it too. I wouldn't have missed it for the world or anything.
[He won't say McBurn is the new last-thing-he-has-left, because that would be revolving again which is bad, and he has other death game friends too. No way of telling if the Fie in Stickburn's universe is the one he knows, but that's another possibility. But for now, it's fine if he can at least be... an anchor or something, right? Just someone taking him on a long vacation from his troubles, like he said. He'll nod at that notion of more time, and once McBurn finally takes his hand away, he'll awkwardly finish up the bandaging.
But... he doesn't know where to go from here. He definitely can't get up the vacation mood on command. He'll just move mechanically toward the shirts and pick up the first one he sees that isn't red, which happens to be the sea-green one (not that Eric is thinking about this, but it brings out the blue in his eyes) - he puts it on next, carefully so it doesn't disturb his bandages. Not too difficult of a feat, if these are McBurn's clothes. They're a bit baggy on the shorter man.]
... [It's no good. All he can think about is either McBurn or Mira. He's starving for more comfort, enough to suck up his embarrassment. His hands hook under his armpits on either side.]
Could... you put your hand on me again?
[McBurn isn't sentimental and Eric is too repressed so he can't bring himself to ask for a full on hug, but he's also not saying where. Just asking him to repeat an action is fine, though, he thinks.]
It was so warm...
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Good.
[ McBurn will just watch as he picked out which shirt to put on, and yeah these were extras set of clothing that he...never got around to wearing, but it's fine. It seemed to work out just fine.
There's something about Eric wearing his clothes that's kind of satisfying in a way he'll keep to himself for now. But the color he's chosen was good; maybe the man just had a good eye for fashion. Idle thoughts that were dispelled when the brunet made his request, and so he'll step forward towards the other. ]
Can't say I mind sharing some of my heat if it's you. Did it before, after all.
It'd be even better if you closed your eyes and relaxed.
[ Once he's close enough, he'll place one hand against Eric's back and another to rest against his cheek. He could always blame Eric for not being specific, and it's not exactly a hug but Eric would definitely be able to feel the warmth with skin contact as well as a bit through the fabric of the shirt. Though proximity of the other man did also help in increasing the amount of slight heat the other would be able to feel, though still at comfortable levels.
McBurn was definitely using this as another excuse to touch him, hand on Eric's clothed back drawing a few circles against his back, and then draw it to rest on his hip, and then drawing it up his side to let it rest on his atop his shoulder. His other hand moved from the other's cheek to down to lie against Eric's other shoulder.
He wondered idly if Eric had many opportunities for anyone to even show him affection, despite being with the woman he loved.
At the thought, he'll see about moving those hands of his to over the other's shoulders and to rest against the top of his back. ]
Feels nice, doesn't it?
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Eric will mumble a thanks when McBurn agrees to his request, although he tilts his head a bit at the one he gets in return. His eyes shift nervously to the side for a second. Wh...what is he going to do?! Good kids who close their eyes when asked might get a present, but the present isn't always nice. If he gets betrayed again right away he's seriously going to go apeshit and stab this guy 50 times with his sword no matter what, not caring how strong he is. Wait, why the fuck did his thoughts go that far?? He really does need to relax. Jesus christ. Clearly the violence is etched into his memory and ready to be directed outward just like all his other trauma. And anyway.... he CAN trust him, right? He saved him... he's still saving him right now, that's the reason he's here. So although he tensed up at first, he exhales deeply.]
A...Alright, fine. [He closes his eyes, but his face is still directed slightly away. Until that warm hand caresses his cheek anyway. That makes it scrunch in surprise, although he still keeps his eyes shut. He's probably just... drying his tears. That's got to be it. Actually, they're practically evaporating where he's holding him, which doesn't make much sense. But they're still rolling down toward his fingers gradually, so he can certainly do that if it's at all part of his intention. Although, with the hand on his back added in, almost seemed like he intended to kiss him...
For the record, Eric did receive affection. Their marriage was consummated plenty... which only made it more hurtful that it was built on top of a lie. If he had known before she made her move, he's sure they could have had an understanding. But in the end, they were both too caught up in their fantasy roles for each other to see their partner for who they really were. He'll blame himself for that much, too. Thanks to that bizarre torture in the city, Eric had an opportunity to feel things for him as if he never felt anything for Mira, and he immediately placed him on a pedestal too. He can't live like that any more. From now on, he needs to put the questions in his mind to words.
For a moment, he can feel McBurn's fingertips on his skin through a dip in the back of the shirt that's too baggy on him, then retreat to the clothed parts with those soothing circles. It does feel good, enough to finally bring him some sense of calm as he loses himself in the traces. The longer it goes on, it feels like the heat is coming from everywhere... but it carries a scent with it that doesn't strike him as someone just turned up the thermostat. It's warming him to his bones, a feeling like he'll never be cold again. His tears have dried for real now, stopping for the moment, and though some of the sogginess still lingers it finally occurs to him that with the hands running down his back now... their faces must be close now, right? His eyelids twitch again from the urge to peek. Eric resists, not wanting to break whatever spell he's under right now. Still, he finally croaks out the first question in mind.]
Really nice... but uh... what exactly is this?
[McBurn's body wasn't like this in the City, and they didn't really talk that much about his powers or what he was. Eric's cottoned on to there being something going on now, though.
Not just with powers, really. The roaming hands didn't go anywhere truly inappropriate, but around the hip touch he sure caught the sense of exploration that skirted the line between consolation and seduction.
But fuck it, if that's how it's going to be, he'll reach out to encircle him for that hug he wanted without even asking. For one thing, it's the only form of gratitude he can give him having fled here with next to nothing on him.]
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But they're too busy doing important things so he didn't care or worry about that.
The funny thing was that McBurn definitely wanted to kiss Eric right then and there. It was only natural, right? When you knew you had feelings for someone, though it's because of Eric's awful run-in with a supposed loved one that he didn't immediately go for it right this second.
They had come to an understanding, gotten along, and being around the brunet was...a nice experience at times, without getting saccharine sweet about it. Though he's far too used to usually going immediately for what he wanted or desired, even if his experience being in romantic relationships wasn't much. So time would tell if his feelings would get the better of him tonight.
All the same, when Eric asked a question, he didn't bother being dishonest, his first presumption being questioning the intention. His other hand moving from Eric's back temporarily to briefly card fingers through brown hair. ]
Couldn't help it, with you being so close. I'd been thinking about doing the same when we were back in the City.
[ Feeling those arms wrap around him...well, technically McBurn's had almost got his in a way a bit earlier, but he'll move his hands so that they could go around the shorter male's waist, encircling him in a proper embrace. ]
Guess there's also a lot I hadn't shown you. But with my powers returned to me, thought I should give you a little preview of what I can do....before showing you the rest tomorrow when you can handle the heat properly.
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He does hiccup slightly as his tears threaten to return but don't quite make it back. There's an ache in his heart as he thinks about the things Hiyori said to him while under brainwashing. He had rejected this idea of erasing the things that brought him pain, because of the healing he received in the aftermath. McBurn's confession doesn't exactly sound like he's in this to heal him, per se... more like he's basking in the opportunity to express these urges he'd refrained from. But Eric missed the opportunity to forget about Mira forever, so maybe it's fine for this to meet him askance. Besides, he can't deny that there was something going on with them. He glances even further away with embarrassment as he mutters, with an undertone of bitterness in his voice.]
... I wish you had.
[Well, maybe not in a let's time travel and fix this sense. Eric is pretty sure his past self would have just felt horrible afterward. But, a version of Eric who would have been swept away before he could experience this pain would be a lucky man. Now that they're hugging, he's entirely conceded to their closeness in the moment while he listens to the explanation. Makes sense that it's some kind of power he's using on him. He really doesn't know what to expect from 'handling the heat' but who gives a shit, honestly.]
Got it...
[He's satisfied with that response. He just wants to bury his face in his shoulder now. In a way, this is similar to the way he hides his face in his hands when he's at the limits of his bashfulness, but his tear strained eyes could also use the rest.]
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[ He heard the bitterness in the brunet's voice, though for a moment, he wondered if it sounded all too similar to a thought running through his own head when he hadn't said anything. Even after he'd convinced himself that things were easier not to, and the other had someone else in mind. Events played out in such a way that made him wish he had previous, though seeing Eric offer hardly any resistance to his touching and otherwise would've made it clear how things seemed to stand feelings-wise. Even in the event the other hadn't said what he had a moment ago.
...It's strange that before he'd have never considered touching anyone like this awhile ago. But, finding that there's something more to the world than just fighting had been an experience in of itself. Granted, he had his reasons for pursuing that kind of challenge for such a long time, it was novel discovering that there was more that could make him feel alive than that. That just speaking to someone could prove to be something worth his time.
It's like...he was rediscovering a type of experience he lost the memory of.
So if or when Eric buried his face in his shoulder, he'd definitely allow him to do that. A kind of silence fell between the both of them as he held him there and simultaneously let him seek comfort—two birds with one stone. Idle thoughts passed in through his head, about how quickly he was going to take care of that woman later, about Eric's state, and of course his own feelings. With small, anecdotal dialogues about how cute it was when Eric was flustered or embarrassed that made an amused smirk appear for a moment.
Though, at some point, he'll begin to pull back. ]
Nice as this was, think it's about time you laid down and gotten some sleep. There's even a bed you could take, and I'll be around before I start counting sheep too, so not like you've got any reason to worry.
[ None of this was how he planned to spend the night, but considering the circumstances, he's really not going to complain. Just going to think on it and do whatever came naturally tomorrow. ]
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Sleep... right...
[That's a little bit lighter of a thought - he can't help but be reminded of the time McBurn carried him to bed, but Eric can at least walk on his own two feet this time. He's completely right about this though, the man sounds like a zombie. It's actually a little hard for him to pull away from this comforting warmth though. Even if there's a bunch of blankets, they probably won't warm him to the core like this man. He could seriously get addicted to this.....body............ thank god he didn't even come close to voicing that out loud. Alright, well McBurn is removing himself now, so he'll just stand there awkwardly and look around the resort.]
S-So where should I go?
[Presumably in the direction McBurn left to get him some clothes from.... man, are there other people here with him, like that organization? Tomorrow morning is sure to be wild.]
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This way.
[ He'll lead him over to where he had nabbed some clothes, and of course there was a wardrobe along with a bed in the room. There was also a wooden table and a few chairs.
The room itself was all in all simple, with light filtering in straight through a few windows from the moon, and despite its quaint appearance, looked a little homely.
He'll stand, not moving to leave just yet. ]
Will probably introduce you to a few of the others tomorrow, and then see about bringing you aboard the ship. Depending on how things go, maybe not in that order.
[ He's going to let out a yawn himself, and it's around this time a thought came along of when he had tucked Eric into bed before. Obviously...things were different, however, and he was sure the brunet could manage that on his own. ]
One thing at a time, though, or something like that.
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I mean, I showed up out of the blue, so I'm just gonna try to go with the flow here.
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Guess that's fair. Anyway, I'll be around on the other side of the resort for awhile. Yell if you need anything, and I'll hear it. But you shouldn't need to.
[ With that said, he'll pause, waiting a little to hear any other words Eric might want to say out of trying not to be horribly bad at socializing. Then he'll be heading towards the front of the resort, though in reality that was him making sure no one dropped in while Eric was nodding off to sleep. And also, once he thought everything was clear and Campanella wouldn't bug him in the middle of getting personal shit done, he'll see about hunting down that woman.
Look, he was definitely serious about what he said earlier, alright. ]
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[He'll try to get some sleep. It might not be easy, with all these thoughts in his head... but at least he can definitely be sure he's safe.
Which leaves him not thinking about whether Mira is safe... if McBurn has a way of hunting her down when all he ostensibly knows about her is her name and that she's married to Eric, that will be his oversight. If his stalking skills are indeed on this level, he'll get himself a decent chase out of it. The reason Eric is still wimpy after three years in Skyrim is definitely because Mira was the one getting acclimated to all of its medieval hack n slash ways so he wouldn't have to lift a finger. She's probably a Nightblade or something by now, who knows. McBurn would definitely have a huge advantage either way. So godspeed. Eric will have to learn he's still dating a killer one way or another.]
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So, once it's all clear and he made his last check on Eric, he headed straight to the Grandmaster. Realistically speaking, McBurn wasn't going to be able to track down the woman just based upon name and that she's married to Eric. Not easily, anyway.
There are those who may have better locating spells for that, however, and he was intending to use that when he could.
It did take a little while, but he tracks her down successfully, though there's probably a chase out of it in some manner anyway. Presumably she'll be putting up a fight of some sort, though McBurn's really not having it—there's no gloating, no laughing, no sadism, or yelling either. Just cold fury burning like a quiet, hot and incessant flame.
At the last minute, he decides not to strike the killing blow, because he's really that furious and decided a quick death would be merciful. He's more than content to leave her bleeding out after some ruthless stabbing.
When he returned to the resort, he contemplated the idea of when it'd be a good idea to grab some breakfast, and decided that that could wait for later when he dragged Eric onto the ship. There's likely to be some breakfast made courtesy of the cooks, after all.
Once he stepped back into the room where Eric slept, he decided to take a chair, and then lean back his head, closing his eyes. One could probably see the Z's if this was in-game, and he's DEFINITELY going to be fast asleep if the brunet was an early waker. Because surprise, surprise, he wasn't. ]
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For a moment, he stares quietly at this scene.... sleeping in a chair, it's almost like he waited by him in the hospital or something. His shirt is off, too, showing off the few parts of his chest and stomach that the meager top didn't hide before. He's quite fit. Normally Eric would look away out of embarrassment for showing attraction here, but he doesn't quite feel like that in this situation where he's sleeping. He can look as much as he wants, but mostly he thinks he looks sorta cold like that. Eric pulls off his covers and moves closer, contemplating the ol' blanket-cover-your-sleeping-object-of-affection trope, but the effect diminishes as he still feels the resonant heat wafting off of him. He puts the blanket back down, not taking his eyes off of his face. He looks so peaceful, yet strong... it's like he's approaching a sleeping lion. The fascination has calmed him from his nightmares, with the trade off that now he's hovering like a complete weirdo. He wants to wake him up, but he also really doesn't. A thought invades that he could also put his sword through his heart, making him take a step back and shake his head. That was obviously... a defense mechanism.... telling him he's being too creepy right now. Yeah. He should leave him alone before he starts getting weird urges to touch him, with sharp things or otherwise.]
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Coincidentally, and obviously, he would be very oblivious to the instincts inside of Eric sensing that demonic part of him and wanting to do away with him while also scoping out his hot bod.
Since he's actually rather comfortable, assuming that Eric didn't make too many loud noises afterwards, it'll legitimately take a few hours for the blue-pink haired man to wake up, and when he did, he'll yawn and stretch.
Well, he'd be more or less surprise if Eric hadn't been taking the time to catch some Z's. But, given that's probably a little later in the morning, towards noontime, he figured that this wouldn't be a bad time to get going, and get onto the Glorious. So, he'll get his ass up and come over to kind of lazily prod with his hand at Eric who was in bed. ]
Might as well get up. Time to get going.
...You could also grab extra clothing before we make our way onto the ship, if you want. But there's no reason to linger too long around here.
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There really wasn't much else to do in the resort if he wasn't indulging his variety of urges, so he made himself go back to bed, admittedly not difficult when being alone with his thoughts was depressing. He wakes up pretty easily when prodded though, and his dreams had been at least a little more varied this time (from looking at the eye candy? maybe) - so he looks very well rested at this point, with some serious bedhead to boot. He blinks a bit at being abruptly shuffled out but, well, he did say he'd go with the flow. He pushes himself up.]
M-Morning... [Well, he slept in clothes, so going straight to the ship works, he guesses. The clothes from before are still on the table so it's easy enough to scoop them up. Even if these other ones looked a bit more risque... he'll... manage. He glances up at McBurn before he follows.]
Ship, right. How long are we gonna be on it?
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Probably about for most of the day. Figured I wouldn't exactly be hauling you across all of Zemuria just yet. Unless you're suddenly feeling that adventurous.
[ He'll just also casually begin the teleportation spell because they're sure not getting to the airship by flying. McBurn had many skills but flight was not one of them.
Don't mind the sudden red-colored glyph that's appearing underneath their feet, Eric. It's fine. ]
Gonna show you straight to the kitchen, then we'll see about picking out a room for you, and then do whatever. Shouldn't be too much trouble either if we run into any of the others.
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