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TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION
SUMMER ICARIAN ✦ FINAL FANTASY XIV (WoL OC)
RESIDENCE ✦ Residency
GEMBOND ✦ Ruby
"...ltros, what are you doing with that, put that down right now you little —"
RESIDENCE ✦ Residency
GEMBOND ✦ Ruby
"...ltros, what are you doing with that, put that down right now you little —"
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[She says, as she slides deftly out of Ezar's hold and lap both, and starts briskly packing up the ice cream to shove in the freezer. The spoons go into the mug of water G'raha brought back for her to the table, ostensibly to soak because she's not bothering with cleaning them up at the moment, and when that chore is done she pauses again at Ezar's side, lingering.]
Bring him, will you? Just give me a bit of a head start to clear the room for you.
[The look she gives Ezar, however, is more questioning. There's an implicit check-in, an are you all right with that, bundled up in the rest of it.]
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[ Almost at the same time as Summer, in echo. Feeling G'raha's weight starting to lean on him more, he hastens to make sure G'raha's arms are looped over his shoulders so he can hold onto his wrists with one hand, just to keep him from falling over.
He looks over at Summer at the question, catching the look, and reaches over with his other hand to find one of hers, lightly squeeze it. ]
Go. I'll keep him from falling over.
[ He leans his head against G'raha's lightly. This, G'raha so relaxed and sweet and quietly trusting, is very different from anything he had in the past. Nothing is being asked of him but to be still and physically supportive, and he has confidence he can do that as well.
He gives Summer a good head start, silently listening to G'raha's contented, dozing breath, his eyes half closed as he leans back against the man to hold him up. I could really like this, he finds himself thinking. For the moment, at least, being so trusted doesn't feel like a frightening burden. This is a task he's equal to.
After enough time, he takes a better hold on G'raha's arms and leans forward to shift the weight of him more onto his back. It's a little awkward to work around the chair, but not that hard. He still remembers carrying his siblings like this many times when they were even more limp with trusting sleep, and over much longer distances than from the kitchen to the bedroom. He gets his hands under G'raha's legs, hitches him a bit higher on his back, and carries him easily all the way to his bed. It's even more simple to transfer him onto the mattress.
His smiling when he straightens back up, his hair falling into his eyes, an expression soft and small and wholly unnoticed. ]
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(Who knows where the other two might have gotten off to at this hour; that's a problem for another time and place, hopefully.)
She's digging through another of the drawers when Ezar's footsteps start to sound softly in the hall, and by the time he and G'raha have made their way to the bed, she's dug up a pair of possibilities to offer to Ezar, and steps over to stand at his side with the both of them dangling from her hand.]
He was sound asleep before you even had him out of the chair, wasn't he.
[She says, low and warm and terribly fond.]
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[ He lightly nudges her shoulder, then takes the clothes from her hand, guessing correctly that they're for him. ]
I'll go put these on.
[ He knows where the bathroom is already, and heads there. It feels odd to be almost body-shy, but these are different circumstances than his normal ones... by quite a bit. And, as he strips off his extremely rumpled shirt to get changed and catches sight of himself in the bathroom mirror, he's reminded of the array of new scars he's sporting, still fresh and angry red, which he doesn't particularly want to show off around Summer and G'raha either.
Don't overthink it. That's a problem for some other time. He slips on the t-shirt and shorts--the shirt somehow too big, the shorts extremely short on him--leaves his regular clothes neatly folded on the back of the couch, and returns to the bedroom, steps slowing a little as he approaches and wonders if he ought to offer to sleep on he couch... but G'raha had meant them both, and Summer had seemed to agree, so that must be all right. ]
Just tell me where to be so I won't bother either of you.
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[Even as she says it, she's carefully rearranging the pillows, pushing G'raha up enough to wrangle one beneath his head, untucking the folds of covers where they've gotten trapped and smoothing them out for a better fit.
But then, gradually, she slows and looks at Ezar, a little thoughtfully.]
...No. I'll take the middle and leave you the side, I think. You'll have a smoother...escape, that way, if something happens and you think you need a moment.
[An out, free for the taking, if he needs it. One that he can use anytime. Free to stay, safe to distance — wherever his changing level of comfort might fall at any moment.]
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[ And her idea for arranging things is wise, ultimately. He's going to be more comfortable near her, on the side that also smells more like her, and... he's already admitted he's up because of his night terrors. If he awakens as a sweating, gasping wreck again, better for him to be on a side where he can scramble free and find air without accidentally lashing out at either of them.
He sits on the edge of the bed and unties his braid, the movement of his fingers habitual as he unravels the strands, then collects the length of his hair back in to twist it into a loose knot that he ties on top of his head. ]
If I snore in your ear or something, don't feel bad about kicking me.
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[As though she is in a class all her own, which is probably not the case, but still. She yawns, brushing a few stray wisps of G'raha's hair back into place from where it'd fallen loose while arranging him, then rolls her shoulders in one final stretch before crawling back up onto the mattress herself to join them.
She's taller than G'raha by an ilm, yes, but in terms of build she's still debatably the slightest of the three of them, and like any proper cat has an inherent knack for making herself as expansive or as small as she pleases, depending on her whim of the moment. With three in the bed, it's simply not feasible for them to end up not touching each other in at least some capacity, but there's at least enough leeway remaining for Ezar to decide between a range of options from minimal contact to full-out canoodling.
But before she fully settles, she mumbles something too low to distinguish, and rearranges her hand just the slightest fraction — an almost imperceptible shift of a thing whose only purpose seems to be to ensure that there's some part of G'raha beneath her fingertips, for all that the positioning has them in contact in other ways.]
Mmmm. Sweet dreams, Rolanberry.
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[ He stays sitting on the edge of the bed until Summer's fully settled, then a bit longer, feeling more and more like an intruder with how comfortable they look. They already strike him as a complete picture, of themselves.
Stop overthinking it. His choices are to lay down or steal away to the couch; the latter feels too cowardly after having been invited, and after agreeing.
He finally settles on the very edge of the mattress, taking up as little space as possible, one hand lightly against Summer's back. To calm himself and try to empty his head, he listens to the both of them breathing and tries to find a harmony with it. As exhausted as he already is, sleep comes for him quickly after that.
And no longer overthinking things by grace of sleep, he soon migrates over to being curled around Summer, his nose in her hair, one arm draped over her waist so his hand, too, rests on G'raha. ]