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/ actually gamers give me a little bit today one of my pets suddenly passed and i just need a bit to collect myself 👍 but i promise starters and replies will come soon
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your water, and get some sleep. i am not expecting any company tomorrow, so you can rest as long as you wish.
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notice rerir had taken one of his own shirts, causing him to sigh & shake his head in disbelief. seriously, this khaenri'ahn ... slightly concerned, flins reaches over to check rerir's temperature, cool palm on his forehead. )
finish ˖
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( flins pauses by the doorway upon his return to his room, glass of water in hand. did rerir /really/ have to get naked, on his bed? he glances away, awkward, stepping into the room and holding out the glass. )
you—— ... you ˖
﹒ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ． ˚ ℛ𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘳 .@lunamvenator
no wine? that's absurd ... cruel punishment.... ( his purrs grew louder when flins returned the kiss, like he's just been given the best treat . he didn't even notice that he was put to bed, which made rerir sit up— looking around to search anything that catches his eye. ____
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/ if i dont end up discombobulated because i havent been eating or sleeping well in this heat, i'll finish lohens sq and do starters and maybe pester some people 🤲
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a second to ensure rerir could fit comfortably given his size, before turning around to head back to the door. )
let me fetch you some water. bathroom is to the right if you need it, and—— (ahem) i'll be on the couch if you need me.
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would last on his feet——so, he returns the kiss for just a moment, then pulls away in favour of dragging rerir towards his bedroom. )
remind me to never give you wine again.
( with that, he lightly pushes rerir onto his bed, taking ˖
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( rerir smells & tastes like wine and remnants of their meal, causing the fae to smile rather sheepish against the sudden affections. and as tempting as it was to entertain this drunken habit, flins was not quite sure how long rerir ˖
﹒ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ． ˚ ℛ𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘳 .@lunamvenator
lay down.... ( once escorted , rerir walked and followed. but his focus remain on the lightkeeper next to him, he was still hell bent trying to make sure it was him. the moment they arrived inside, it was a lot warmer for sure; rerir felt less stiff. ____
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you can lay down, have a glass of water. hm? rerir.
( with that, other hand moves to rerir's back for support, and flins gently tries to guide rerir towards the lighthouse door, into the warmth of his home. )
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yes, cold.
( sigh. once rerir was off him, flins stands up promptly, wrapping an arm around one of rerir's own. his head tilts up, regarding the rather pitiful state, and it takes a lot to not chuckle to himself. )
let's go inside. ˖
﹒ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ． ˚ ℛ𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘳 .@lunamvenator
cold ... ? mm ... no cold ... ( his nibbles stopped just so he can take a good look at the man below him, still so blurry. attempting to get up again, this time he succeeded; but he holds unto the table for support. the wine had completely disabled the sinner's ____
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elemental beings are fortunately rather immune to such things. flins huffs at the attention given to his ear, a gentle pink settling on the tips, but he continues to try to push rerir off. )
... please, rerir?
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fingers clutching onto broad shoulders. as oddly endearing as the purrs are, flins knows he needs to act. )
rerir. at least go inside, before the night chill sets in. we'll both catch a cold at this rate.
( well, rerir might. ˖
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( the poor fae lets out a startled little noise as rerir collapses on top of him, grunting as his back & head hit the ground. he's disoriented enough from both impact and weight to take a small while to recoup himself. hands move, ˖
﹒ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ． ˚ ℛ𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘳 .@lunamvenator
( the problem now is — will rerir be able to carry himself and balance on his feet in this state? the drunk man tried , and immediately gave up; making him fall unto the poor lightkeeper, which sends them both to the floor. rerir tries to get up again and fails, ____
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attempting to usher the man up onto his feet, already lamenting on the challenge rerir's sheer size would present in the battle to get him to bed. )
we really must get you some rest. you will not complain as much come the morning, ˖
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( cat-like indeed. flins indulges in this rare opportunity for a moment; palm gently rubbing rerir's back, his other hand gently running through his hair. )
come now, rerir.
( with that, hands shift to take hold of musuclar bicep, ˖
﹒ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ． ˚ ℛ𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘳 .@lunamvenator
( he turns to face flins, quietly puzzled at the suggestion to rest. ) mm ... ( leaning unto that arm; drunken gaze stares up at the fae— trying to find more focus to his vision, his body resists from collapsing; but he was a full-fledged drunkard in flins' hold. ____
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