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noreasonneeded) wrote2024-03-25 08:40 am
noreasonneeded) wrote2024-03-25 08:40 am
IC/Overflow Post
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[He watches in a little amusement at the pile of pillows on her bed that are neatly arranged to provide a comfortable barrier. It’s nice to talk right now to focus on something other than his nerves.] Who did you build pillow forts with? Your human family?
[It doesn’t escape his attention that her bed is infinitely nicer than his. He still has the same bed he’s had since the secondhand furniture was shoved into the Slat years ago, and it’s the same pillow he’s had, too. Singular. Kaz spares no effort or money on his own comfort. With that said, he can still notice it, and as he cautiously sits on the edge of the bed, the cushions give way without a groan and spring felt beneath him.] You’re spoiling me, you know.
[It doesn’t escape his attention that her bed is infinitely nicer than his. He still has the same bed he’s had since the secondhand furniture was shoved into the Slat years ago, and it’s the same pillow he’s had, too. Singular. Kaz spares no effort or money on his own comfort. With that said, he can still notice it, and as he cautiously sits on the edge of the bed, the cushions give way without a groan and spring felt beneath him.] You’re spoiling me, you know.
No, but I bet you'd qualify for an honorary scoutship.
It really isn't, beyond the methods we have to accomplish our misdeeds. And I think it's a little more practical than not wanting it, though. If Kindred were constantly revenging on each other, we'd be a mess. No way to defend ourselves as a whole. That's why Anarch free states end up in so much trouble so much of the time.
It really isn't, beyond the methods we have to accomplish our misdeeds. And I think it's a little more practical than not wanting it, though. If Kindred were constantly revenging on each other, we'd be a mess. No way to defend ourselves as a whole. That's why Anarch free states end up in so much trouble so much of the time.
Both them and my sisters on Olympus. Give children pillows and it seems a universal that they will build and fight with them.
[They are fond memories of hers, a lot of her childhood was quite good.
Most of her furniture is second hand, but her bed and her shower were things she splurged on. They are places of comfort and calm for her.]
Maybe that's been my plan all along. That and to convince you that maybe you need a pillow that isn't as old as you.
[They are fond memories of hers, a lot of her childhood was quite good.
Most of her furniture is second hand, but her bed and her shower were things she splurged on. They are places of comfort and calm for her.]
Maybe that's been my plan all along. That and to convince you that maybe you need a pillow that isn't as old as you.
I can't say that assessment is wrong. Though perhaps not always limited to literal children.
[Has Kaz ever smacked Jesper with a sofa pillow or vice versa? Yes. There's really no excuse for it like he could with Jordie. They're just immature like that sometimes when it's just their inner circle.]
If you fold it in half it's less flat. Perfectly still usable.
[He leans his cane against her bedside table, then slowly lowers himself to lie on his back on the right side of her bed.]
[Has Kaz ever smacked Jesper with a sofa pillow or vice versa? Yes. There's really no excuse for it like he could with Jordie. They're just immature like that sometimes when it's just their inner circle.]
If you fold it in half it's less flat. Perfectly still usable.
[He leans his cane against her bedside table, then slowly lowers himself to lie on his back on the right side of her bed.]
You pillow fight at the Slat don't you?
[She tucks herself under her blankets and lats down. It feels odd to have someone close but feeling far away.]
Well, now I know what I'm leaving in your office. A real pillow and a bunch of little hearts.
[She tucks herself under her blankets and lats down. It feels odd to have someone close but feeling far away.]
Well, now I know what I'm leaving in your office. A real pillow and a bunch of little hearts.
Sometimes I sit down and someone sits beside me and they say something that requires a targeted pillow redirect.
[He says it very professionally, to what amounts as a pillow fight. Though it normally is more of a short smack each way than a long battle.
It is a little strange, lying in bed with someone. Not bad, but odd, and his fingers twist together as they rest over his stomach. His fingers like to keep busy, always. Shadows play against her ceiling, soft in shades of black and gray from the moonlight. He smiles a little at her threat.]
I could always retaliate with your office at the university, you know.
[He says it very professionally, to what amounts as a pillow fight. Though it normally is more of a short smack each way than a long battle.
It is a little strange, lying in bed with someone. Not bad, but odd, and his fingers twist together as they rest over his stomach. His fingers like to keep busy, always. Shadows play against her ceiling, soft in shades of black and gray from the moonlight. He smiles a little at her threat.]
I could always retaliate with your office at the university, you know.
So less combat more a singular attack.
[She has made herself comfortable, laying on her side facing him to be able to hear what he says better.
It is odd, but easier than she expected. After spending a whole evening together, this really does just feel like a sleepover.]
You also know where I live. But then I'd retaliate. And there would be a full on war of small thoughtful gifts.
[She has made herself comfortable, laying on her side facing him to be able to hear what he says better.
It is odd, but easier than she expected. After spending a whole evening together, this really does just feel like a sleepover.]
You also know where I live. But then I'd retaliate. And there would be a full on war of small thoughtful gifts.
I think as a child I’d have just stolen all the badges and sold them to children who actually invested in them but couldn’t hack it.
That is indeed a distinction. I don’t really care about humanity as a whole, and I don’t have to in order to protect what I do call mine. There are a lot more humans that Kindred around though it seems.
That is indeed a distinction. I don’t really care about humanity as a whole, and I don’t have to in order to protect what I do call mine. There are a lot more humans that Kindred around though it seems.
Honestly that's a pretty good tactic. I think they sell something, too. Cookies or popcorn or something. You could've made bank running a black market for either.
There are. Someone told me once it's something like one of us for every hundred thousand humans, depending on the area.
There are. Someone told me once it's something like one of us for every hundred thousand humans, depending on the area.
[Kaz remains lying on his back, but it’s mostly because that’s the most comfortable position with his leg. Lying on his side for too long makes it ache. Her voice carries well enough for him to hear her though, even if his own is as usual raspy in return.]
I do know where you live, and should I take that as an open invitation to return? Because I can pick a window lock, you know.
[He tilts his head to look at the wall of pillows where she lays on the other side.]
I can smell your shampoo on your pillows.
[He knows what it smells like now, thanks to having used it in her shower.]
I do know where you live, and should I take that as an open invitation to return? Because I can pick a window lock, you know.
[He tilts his head to look at the wall of pillows where she lays on the other side.]
I can smell your shampoo on your pillows.
[He knows what it smells like now, thanks to having used it in her shower.]
You can probably pick the lock on the door as well. You are welcome to return. Especially if you're bringing food.
[She never turns down a dinner. She can see the tip of his head as it turns towards her.]
Is that good? I rather like the smell of it.
[She never turns down a dinner. She can see the tip of his head as it turns towards her.]
Is that good? I rather like the smell of it.
[It’s nice to hear that he’s welcome. She’s already told him, but sometimes, it’s nice to hear more than once. He’ll definitely bring food and wine. Kaz likes to take care of people, and providing them with basic needs being met is one of them. It’s much easier for him to show than to tell.]
You still have a lot of food in the Barrel to try. Some of it’s really well made. I’ll make sure your fridge has some when I visit. And yes, I could pick the door’s lock. When I’m not trying to be more covert.
[He rubs his cheek a little against the soft pillowcase. His voice is slowing down a little due to tiredness.] It is a nice smell. Though I can’t quite place it.
You still have a lot of food in the Barrel to try. Some of it’s really well made. I’ll make sure your fridge has some when I visit. And yes, I could pick the door’s lock. When I’m not trying to be more covert.
[He rubs his cheek a little against the soft pillowcase. His voice is slowing down a little due to tiredness.] It is a nice smell. Though I can’t quite place it.
[She likes the dinners and wine as his way of caring, it is sweet.]
Thank you. I will trust your food choices.
[She also sounds a bit slow and sleepy.]
Has some hyacinth to it. Good night, Kaz.
Thank you. I will trust your food choices.
[She also sounds a bit slow and sleepy.]
Has some hyacinth to it. Good night, Kaz.
I'm told I have a goat stomach because I eat anything, but... yeah, I do know meals that are hole in the wall but well received, and by chefs who deserve the business.
[He fights his way back from slumber to go over a few details, that annoying side of him wanting reassurance.]
I just fall asleep? That's it? There's no...
[What? Spell? He feels foolish for even asking, but he's not sure how this works.]
[He fights his way back from slumber to go over a few details, that annoying side of him wanting reassurance.]
I just fall asleep? That's it? There's no...
[What? Spell? He feels foolish for even asking, but he's not sure how this works.]
What you've gotten me so far has been delicious.
[She nods before realizing he can't really see her.]
I can try to summon something for show, but it really is just falling asleep. I just focus my energy a little.
[She does a little focus exercise to make sure that she is aware of him and that he is close enough. It seems to be helpful. She has lived with many insomniac artists and she's always been able to help them just by giving a little focus to it. Some have said it feels a bit like a blanket, warm and comforting.]
[She nods before realizing he can't really see her.]
I can try to summon something for show, but it really is just falling asleep. I just focus my energy a little.
[She does a little focus exercise to make sure that she is aware of him and that he is close enough. It seems to be helpful. She has lived with many insomniac artists and she's always been able to help them just by giving a little focus to it. Some have said it feels a bit like a blanket, warm and comforting.]
No. No show is necessary. I just... like to know how things work.
[He's glad she doesn't have to enter his mind for it. Even if she's dealt with trauma equal if not worse than his with others, it's still hard and personal for him. The fact that it's just a peaceful feeling that settles over him is surprising, yet indeed comforting. He tenses at first, then slowly eases into the warmth. He can't remember the last time he felt anything like this when preparing to sleep. Either he has horrible nightmares, or he pushes himself so hard he passes out and doesn't recall a thing. He feels his eyelids drooping, exhausting settling over him without the usual bone-griding fear alongside it. Drowsily he manages.]
G'night, Stella.
[He's glad she doesn't have to enter his mind for it. Even if she's dealt with trauma equal if not worse than his with others, it's still hard and personal for him. The fact that it's just a peaceful feeling that settles over him is surprising, yet indeed comforting. He tenses at first, then slowly eases into the warmth. He can't remember the last time he felt anything like this when preparing to sleep. Either he has horrible nightmares, or he pushes himself so hard he passes out and doesn't recall a thing. He feels his eyelids drooping, exhausting settling over him without the usual bone-griding fear alongside it. Drowsily he manages.]
G'night, Stella.
[She is glad that he seems to settle into the sensation. She hears his breathing change and then she is quick to follow into sleep.
The wall of pillows ends up with her hugging them, but she maintains a respectful distance.]
The wall of pillows ends up with her hugging them, but she maintains a respectful distance.]
[Kaz remains on his back, not tossing and turning and drenched with sweat. It's the first genuinely decent night of sleep he's had since he's been nine years old. It's a deep sleep, and when he rouses, he's disoriented. His bladder feels full and there's light shining through the windows, both clues that he's been knocked out for quite a few hours now. Sleepily he rubs his eyes and shifts up on one elbow, glancing to his side to notice Stella hugging the pillows. He quirks his lips up in a private little smile that slips off his face as fast as it appears. Gingerly he reaches over and doesn't touch her, but tugs up the blankets a little to cover her better.]
[Stella is still out cold when he wakes, though she snuggles in a little more when he pulls up the blanket for her.
She will be thrilled to learn that her magic did work for him.]
[ooc- these two are just so cute I can't stand it.]
She will be thrilled to learn that her magic did work for him.]
[ooc- these two are just so cute I can't stand it.]
[Kaz debates getting up to start making breakfast - he rarely eats it but he feels he owes it to her to make some. He has a heavy step however and doesn't want to wake her in the process. He settles for watching her a few beats longer, enjoying the sight of her fanned out lashes and hair. Then he takes out his phone and checks in with those who know he's alive. He issues a few orders via texting, he can't be held accountable for doing work long distance, especially while she's still asleep. Protectively he glances at her from time to time and then goes back to working.]
[OOC: They really are! A delightful serotonin boost for the weekend.]
[OOC: They really are! A delightful serotonin boost for the weekend.]
Edited (Clarified he's texting, not being That Person talking while someone's sleeping.) 2023-10-08 00:29 (UTC)
[It doesn't take too much longer for her to start to stir. She doesn't often bother to sleep through the whole night, it's a little treat sometimes.
But she yawns and stretches before looking over, a slow, almost lazy smile coming to her face.]
You look rested.
But she yawns and stretches before looking over, a slow, almost lazy smile coming to her face.]
You look rested.
Piper smiles and presses a quick kiss to his cheek before taking another sip from her mug. She had been more physically affectionate before her life had completely changed and it had taken her a while to feel comfortable with it again (without over worrying about this or that). She honestly appreciates that affection more than she can convey to them in words.
Jesper grins and leans against the counter near the oven. He loved Nina's baking. "That was my goal," he says pointing a finger in her direction. Looking between her and Piper, he gives a little shrug. "If it wasn't you, it would have been someone else perhaps." He'd been that little bee once or twice, he's sure. He glances at Wylan and nods. "Or he's right."
"I have no doubt they talk. Maybe not as often as when she lived here but they talk," Piper muses before hearing the sound of his cane thumping on the floor. She watches as he walks in with the wet sleeves and files it away in the back of her mind like she does so many other things.
Jesper barks out a laugh at Nina's comment because leave it to Nina to be the most straight forward of the lot. "I'm here for the cookies," he says waving a hand at the oven. "I will have you know, I am very interested in your work but... mostly the cookies. You can count on me, love. For this much."
Piper grins and shakes her head. "New Orleans is keeping me busy and there is always something going on. Still sorting out everything that is going on with the place and making it a little better for the witches and Grisha who call it home. It's not so busy that I haven't been able to get away though which is nice. I like getting the opportunity to come back." Though, it's not the same without Inej or Matthias here.
Jesper grins and leans against the counter near the oven. He loved Nina's baking. "That was my goal," he says pointing a finger in her direction. Looking between her and Piper, he gives a little shrug. "If it wasn't you, it would have been someone else perhaps." He'd been that little bee once or twice, he's sure. He glances at Wylan and nods. "Or he's right."
"I have no doubt they talk. Maybe not as often as when she lived here but they talk," Piper muses before hearing the sound of his cane thumping on the floor. She watches as he walks in with the wet sleeves and files it away in the back of her mind like she does so many other things.
Jesper barks out a laugh at Nina's comment because leave it to Nina to be the most straight forward of the lot. "I'm here for the cookies," he says waving a hand at the oven. "I will have you know, I am very interested in your work but... mostly the cookies. You can count on me, love. For this much."
Piper grins and shakes her head. "New Orleans is keeping me busy and there is always something going on. Still sorting out everything that is going on with the place and making it a little better for the witches and Grisha who call it home. It's not so busy that I haven't been able to get away though which is nice. I like getting the opportunity to come back." Though, it's not the same without Inej or Matthias here.
[Her yawn is contagious and he has to stifle one of his own, a gloved hand going to his mouth. His hair is tousled, but his eyes for once aren’t bloodshot.]
I slept really well.
[The admittance comes out a little sheepishly, with incredulity woven through it. He’s not meant to sleep well, or at least, that’s what he’s resigned himself to believing. It’s part of his punishment for surviving. He honestly didn’t truly think he’d have a restful night again. While he knows this won’t be an every night event, he’s still grateful for it. He pushes himself hard, never standing still for risk of sinking, and he hasn’t realized he’s been feeding his fire with fumes and outside strife for as long as he has.]
How about you? I didn’t want to get up and wake you. The cane can get a little loud.
I slept really well.
[The admittance comes out a little sheepishly, with incredulity woven through it. He’s not meant to sleep well, or at least, that’s what he’s resigned himself to believing. It’s part of his punishment for surviving. He honestly didn’t truly think he’d have a restful night again. While he knows this won’t be an every night event, he’s still grateful for it. He pushes himself hard, never standing still for risk of sinking, and he hasn’t realized he’s been feeding his fire with fumes and outside strife for as long as he has.]
How about you? I didn’t want to get up and wake you. The cane can get a little loud.
[She shifts to sit up against the headboard.]
I am really happy I could help.
[Brains work best when they're rested, he probably needs sleep more than he realizes.]
I slept great. Thank you, it was actually really nice to just not be alone.
[She's not had a lover in a while and she does miss the little things like sharing a bed.]
I am really happy I could help.
[Brains work best when they're rested, he probably needs sleep more than he realizes.]
I slept great. Thank you, it was actually really nice to just not be alone.
[She's not had a lover in a while and she does miss the little things like sharing a bed.]
The boys sell the popcorn, the girls sell the cookies. I now feel remiss for missing out on this scam as a child. An oversight on my end.
There are far too many people in general. I think this every time I walk downtown.
There are far too many people in general. I think this every time I walk downtown.
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