bakerstreet | Otherwordly meme

I don't actually know. I'm out of my depth here.

[ He shifts May's weight in his arms a little, using that as an excuse to pause while Faraday catches up. ]

The only reason I know as much as I do is because of Matthias. That's why I'm taking you to him.

[ His frown deepens. He supposes no one man can know everything, but Faraday had taken it for granted that Alec would at least have some small answer for the questions Faraday kept throwing his way. It hasn't been long since they first met, but Faraday has been leaning on Alec for information about all this magic nonsense; the man seemed knowledgeable enough on the subject. Finding that even Alec is floundering is an unsettling prospect.

(Faraday should probably be proud of being some unique, peculiar case.

He's not.) ]

... Just wait'n'see, then, huh? [ The annoyance in his voice fades, replaced by something tired. ] Talk to this friend of yours. See if he's got anymore shit to add to the pile?

Mathias is a Spiritualist. The man actually talks to ghosts, helps them out when they can't move on. If anybody's gonna have an idea of just what your gift does and how to fix it, it's him.

[ He casts a look at Faraday over his shoulder ] Until then, try not to die.

[ He snorts, the sound caught somewhere between amused and derisive. He gestures at himself, at the blood drying on his clothing. ]

You haven't been making the not dyin' thing easy on me, Alec.

[ That-- manages to give Hana pause. She's never met a fan who couldn't actually watch her streams before, but the fact that he still listens--

Is a bit flattering. And humbling, if she knew the meaning of the word.

But there isn't time for flattery or humility. Right now she needs to get him out of here-- so she affects her usual, playful tone, in spite of the undercurrent of anxiety she feels about the situation. ]

Oh, always nice to meet a fan!

Just stay put, okay? I'm going to scoop you up bridal style! Ready?

[ Alec arches a brow, managing to look unimpressed ]

I recall telling you that you didn't have to come along.

[ He waves a hand, and maybe if Alec hadn't dropped all that new information in his lap just seconds ago, his voice would carry more humor. As it stands, his own response is flat, with thinly worn patience. ]

And where would you be right now if I hadn't?

[ Faraday's tone is easy enough to figure, and Alec feels an inexplicable pang of guilt. He felt bad enough for the guy, having to deal with his sorry excuse for a "gift", and here Alec was, dragging him along into more magical bullshit. The poor man deserved a break, but fate apparently didn't see fit to give him one.

It's the only reason he responds honestly at all. ]

Dead, probably. So thank you.

[ He could make a joke here, and he nearly does, but this isn't the time for it. Instead he nods, shifting his cane to one hand. ]

Ready as I'll ever be.

[ He hadn't actually expected any gratitude. He'd expected a few more of those patient, flat looks, more of the jokes that had become so common between them – and he wouldn't have minded it, if Faraday's honest. It's not a comfort, exactly, but the constant back and forth between them had become something like a routine. Something to fall back on.

The word of thanks catches him off-guard, and he falls quiet for a second – mostly because Faraday has done so very little in his life worthy of thanks.

He keeps his gaze fixed on the ground and replies back with a slightly stilted, ]

You're welcome.

[ A pause, then, ]

How 'bout we don't run into anymore of those things for a long while yet?

[That long pause was enough to ratchet up Gladio's suspicions, and he started picking up the pace as he headed back to the house. Iris didn't sound terrified, nor did he think his little sister couldn't handle herself, but that didn't mean he didn't worry.

The sound of squawking made him hold his phone away from his ear, his expression darkening somewhat was a thought took hold of him.]

Is Prompto there? It might have been one of his dumb schemes to hoard a bunch of their greens in his room to get more of them.

[There had to be a line for how much someone could love chocobos.]

[ Moment of sincerity over, as Alec lets out an amused snort ]

I'd rather not run into anymore of those things for the rest of my life.

[ He huffs out a quick laugh, ostensibly a sound of agreement, before falling quiet again. A second passes, and he nods to the girl still sleeping in Alec's arms. ]

You sure you're alright to carry her like that? Considerin'— [ He gestures to the wounds on Alec's shoulders. ]

[ooc: 'cause you two are AMAZING and I wanna read on]

[ She sinks into his grasp easily, and one hand finds the fabric of his shirt on his chest and grabs hold as she pressed her face to him as though doing so would hide just how hot her cheeks feel.

She's cold, but it doesn't matter as long as she's with Shiro. She knows that he won't let her feel too cold-- he promised, after all, that he would always warm her up. It doesn't even matter to her in what capacity that is as long as it's him. Takashi Shirogane. Her Takashi.

When she feels him take a turn, her fingers tighten against him, and she mumbles against his chest a question that she thinks she already knows the answer to: ]

Where are we going?

['Nearest supply closet' is what he's half tempted to say because between her and the storm, his blood is a steady taiko beat and she's almost irresistible when she's pliable and clinging and more than willing. But her cold skin where her face is pressed against his chest, felt even through the thin fabric of his skirt is more than enough reminder to keep him on course. She needs to get warm. And that means:]

Shower. [His voice is gravel and velvet and he can't even pretend its not.] Time to get you warmed up again, sweetheart.

[ yuuri can't breathe. he hasn't been able to breathe for the last five minutes. that performance took every bit of energy, every part of his soul. and it was worth it. even if he didn't win gold it was worth it because he knew he nailed it, knew he had made viktor and his family proud. he had done it. he had finally reached his personal best and he couldn't be happier.

so when he all but collapsed against viktor during the kiss and cry, leaning against the other and the wall for as much support as possible, because he couldn't feel his limbs or even his toes anymore...

it takes him amount to process what viktor is saying over the cheer and roar of the crowd. and it takes him even longer to process it because of all the things he had expected viktor to say after that performance, this hadn't been one of them. his heart beats even faster and his hands fumble, clutching to victor's back for even more support and a tighter hug. ]

Viktor - I... yes. Yes! [ he sounds so breathless and he's definitely crying. he can't control it and he's crying but he's smiling the biggest smile of his young life. ]

[ The seemingly disgruntled note in Mercy's voice doesn't escape Hana, so she asks: ]

...Are you okay, Dr. Ziegler?

[ And it comes out more genuine and subdued than she usually sounds. It's just the two of them here; she doesn't need to be D.Va at the moment. ]

[ Oh.

She already figured, but-- still, oh. Because if Hana hadn't been sure that she was going to stay out of trouble tonight, now she's certain, and she has a feeling that Shiro is too with the way his voice sounds for her. Just her. And, damn it, what a voice. There's nothing for her to do other than nod against him. ]

Good. That sounds good.

[The sound he makes deep in his chest is rumbling but it's also debatable on whether he thinks it sounds like a good idea or not. 'Good idea' would probably be handing her over to Allura to - no, probably not. Allura is a good woman and a great teammate and leader but... she's not exactly gentle. Pidge would be a better choice then. Except - he really doesn't think he could force his body to let go of Hana even if he wanted to and - he most definitely doesn't want to. So instead he lets his legs take long strides and gets to his room in shorter order than usual, elbowing the panel to open the door and then again to close it once he's inside. The bathroom light is already on because he always leaves a light on somewhere and he steps in, aware, only then that he's trailing wet foot prints behind him where his sneakers have left them. Belated, he toes them of and then steps into the bathroom

and right on into the shower, arms still full of her. One of the most amazing things about this entire castle, to Shiro, is that you don't have to wait for the water to warm up and he steps them both to the side and hits the panel to turn on the shower. Then he eases her shoes off her feet and tosses them out into the other room before stepping, with Hana still cradled in his arms, still wearing his jacket, into the spray, careful to let it hit her legs first, her head safely out of it for the moment as he lets the heat start to soak into her legs and feet instead.]

[ She stays quiet in his arms as he moves, rather quickly she notices, to his room and there's a bit of amusement in a soft huff against him but more than that it's relief, it's thank god. Hana fully expects that he'll let her down once they get into the room and that they would, probably, discard item after item of clothing en route to the shower but-- Shiro goes straight for it and almost forgets to take his own shoes off, and it actually pulls her lips into a smile, something a bit devious. She wants to point out then and a few more time after that as he takes her shoes off for her that he can let go and put her down then

when the hot water hits her legs, soaking through the fabric of her leggings and her bare feet and an audible breath passes through her lips, one of alleviation, relief that she can feel her toes again (she had, tragically, neglected to wear her Fuzzy Socks that day) and her eyes slip shut as she lets herself enjoy the warmth for a moment before she opens them slightly once more to look up at Shiro through half-lidded eyes. ]

You can put me down, Shiro...

[He hums a sound at her direction but first his human hand slips down to press a thumb down the sole of first one foot and then the other, both a short massage and testing her body temperature. Satisfied, he shifts, slowly unspools her so that she can find her feet without slipping out of his arms, moving his own body so that his back blocks most of the spray, letting enough through to hit her legs and side but still keeping her from getting a face full of it. One arm stays around her while the other reaches up to gently tug his jacket off of her. He's doing his best but his throat is still a throaty purr.]

Don't think you need this any more.

[ Hana doesn't mind the way his voice sounds, not in the least, and if in fact his only goal is to increase her body temperature then sounding like that works just as well as letting hot water run over her.

She's sure to watch her step as he lets her back down, and then shrugs his jacket off of her shoulders readily, carefully pulling her arms out of the long, long sleeves of it so that it essentially falls off of her and Shiro can discard it however he likes. Its removal just reminds the both of them of how Hana never bothered to close or zip the jacket back up in the first place, and the way the shirt she wears is similarly wet and clinging to her skin is the proof. ]

Nope. Definitely don't need it.

[ Although-- standing as they are Hana has to notice that Shiro's shirt is much worse. It's clinging completely to him and follows every curve and contour of his body and muscles with how drenched they got and while she certainly can't complain about the sight, it can't be very comfortable. ] Don't think you need your shirt either.

[His eyes move down her body slow and there's no doubt at all that's he's noticed the way her shirt clings to her and is almost translucent in places. He swallows and his eyes half lid but he forces himself to focus, to remember, and so he tosses his jacket out in the direction of the sink. Her comment though has him debating. Its not comfortable but he's been through so much worse that a mild discomfort of clinging fabric when he moves isn't worth noticing. Taking it off would be nice - but it would be nice because that would mean Hana's hands could be on his skin and the steady rumble through his blood tells him just how good that would feel. His memory tells him just how good that would feel.

Except that's not taking care of her. That's - taking care of his own needs. His voice holds rust at its edges as he reaches for the hem of her shirt.]

It's safer to keep it on.

[ Her brow furrows at his response-- he's holding back and she's not really sure why. There was no longer any question, in Hana's mind at least, of what she wanted out of this situation and she's not sure what safer means unless he really does mean to literally only raise her body temperature and nothing else except now he's reaching for her and--

Wait. A hand snaps up and rests on his wrist just as she feels his fingers brush against her waist, where the hem of her shirt is. ]

Wait, Shiro.

[ She says it cautiously, consciously, and her eyes meet his as she wonders what he's going to think when he eventually sees her bare for the first time since she nearly died. She knows he's the last person in the universe to complain about scars, but-- she doesn't want the new ones that cross over the planes of her stomach and her back to take him by surprise. ]

Just... I look kind of different now. I don't want you to freak out.

[ Her hand on his wrist moves over his hand and she guides it the rest of the way to her waist, as though to say go ahead. ]

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no worries! i'm slow too so there's never a rush. o/

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[not threadjacking just stalking]

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i am so sorry this is so late, forgive me

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aand i'm off to sleep