bakerstreet | cuddle meme .

This Felih comes to him- and it might not be his? But Rhok can't go through that right now, the ideas confuse him and the fact that when he holds Felih it feels like Felih, when he takes a breath it smells like Felih, and when he extends just a bit of aether out he feels- feels something that's almost Felih. Felih from somewhere else, somewhere beyond here.

He says they were stolen away- how is Rhok supposed to help free them? What is he supposed to do? How is he meant to help?

"I don't understand," he whispers, eyes red and weepy as he tries to meet Felih's gaze but keeps faltering. He looks at his lips, his cheeks, his shoulder, anywhere but at his eyes. But he listens, and he can't put it in order right now but he listens and he's quiet and his arms are around this person who he's loved and missed so much.

"If you came back and I was gone," he says, voice weak and gruff, looking at him finally with exhausted blue eyes. "How would that not be better than what you're seeing of me now?"

He groans and slumps and isn't much help getting inside the cold hut. It's dusty and ragged, wind-swept and barely functional as shelter. There's a bed with a single woven blanket and some cold frozen straw, a hearth with more ash and black cinder than wood. The table has a few abandoned dishes on it, no food of which to speak to be found unless raw flour is appetizing to frostbitten travellers.

She leaves him and Rhok is left. Just on the floor, useless, heavy, freezing cold but at least he's breathing. Lucid is too generous, and there's blood weeping slow and dark over the scale mail rent down his side. Vercure rushes through him and he takes a gasping breath, the wound showing it's been healed recently, but broke open again by exertion- like that of running to nowhere in the middle of a Coerthan blizzard.

But the armour comes off, the pieces are in poor repair and even mis-matched. The gloves and boots still bear Ala Mhigan crests, but the helmet is Ishgardian in make, and the chest piece is from Othard. He's clearly lost his axe, because the only weapon with him is a longsword.

A dark and vicious light glimmers and then spits out from a place at his throat, and clasped in a choker is a cruel looking shard of a soul stone, etched with crimson and whispering with rage. That power courses up under his jaw and around to his eyes, poisoning them black and red for a moment, and with a shuddering and terrified gasp, Rhok speaks:

"Who are you!? Where am I!?"

The dark power leaves him but he's actually awake now.

[ Permission is granted by the way Akashi tilts his head and opens his mouth. Not only is entrance given to Kuroko but Akashi welcomes him, pulling the other boy closer by the waist. Things are still a bit hazy in his head, but he realises that this is something he wants and that whatever cold should be hindering him from making movements whatsoever has been disposed of by seeking what it is that Kuroko is currently offering.

Kuroko might even be able to feel the puff of breath from Akashi's nose when his cheek is touched. The hand is soft, tender, and Akashi's other hand reaches for it to cup it before he entwines his fingers with them. ]

"Other beings- powerful things called Arcana- pulled us from this plane and into another, to be pawns in their game. We're trapped there until their game ends- but we're trying so hard to come home... I promise," Felih murmurs, trying to explain, nuzzling at him, letting their noses brush together. Rhok's scent is tainted by alcohol, even with it purged from his body- the scent lingers on his clothes, his fur, his hair, and it makes Felih's heart ache.

He murmurs softly, fingers coming up to gently stroke at Rhok's cheeks where he holds his face, fingers still trembling from cold.

"How could you say that?" he whispers, voice breaking. "How could you ever think the world would be better off without you? How could you think I would be better off without you? You're mine. I- don't.... please, don't make me start all over again. Please... To lose more people- more family, I can't... please don't make me do it again," he whispers, one hand coming down slowly to run fingers along Rhok's arm, up to his wrist, searching for the bracelet he gifted him.

Felih's is still there on his wrist: blues, silvers, black and white. Woven, tough cord enchanted fifty different ways to protect and preserve it through the hells of battle and adventuring life, a beloved treasure he never parts from. There's a new energy in it, compared to before. It shimmers, there's a warmth, as if there is energy stored within.

"Wellll...sort of, I guess. I might need another part. That and she's not co-operating as much as I'd like," he scowls at the ship. She blinks her lights and makes what sound like a few admonishing sounds from the main console.

"Ay, I'm trying to repair you, you're not co=operating," he argues.

Realizing what he was doing and how ridiculous that might seem to a human, he stops what seems like a one sided conversation. He clears his throat, acknowledging the awkward situation.

"So, for now Rose? Plenty of blankets and warm tea," he says, hoping that will be enough. He's not warm blooded and as human as he seems.

[The elephant it is, then! ]

I'm supposed to break the high score, aren't I? I'll need a few tokens for it.

[ Though let's be real. Akashi just needs one try at best. ]

I suppose. Having a trained ear makes me more critical of music.

[ It's the opposite of what Mayuzumi said, though. Being critical and appreciating music are two different things. ]

Do you play anything?

Q'uila glared at the sorry state of Rhok's armour, this wasn't the gear she remembered him having, and for it to be so rundown...The older Miqo'te was clearly just asking for something to come along and kill him and the idea of that made Q'uila's fur bristle.

Q'uila barely bats an eyelid at the discoloured aether, focusing instead on her Vercure, she was hardly Pinya or Felih, healing took a bit more of her concentration.

"It's Q'uila, now hold still so I can heal you." She glares at him, amber eyes narrowed, "Believe me, once you no longer look about an ilm from the Lifestream I am going to give you a piece of my mind about proper armour maintenance O'rhok Tia!"

"It's fine, Noctis. Really. Don't worry about it."

Cloud ran his hand through Noct's silky black hair again, mostly because he wanted to and he could. Maybe he shouldn't have done that, though. It only primed him to respond to the accidental contact at groin level with a twitch of his now more than halfway erection. Maybe Noct's hands were too cold for him to feel it?

"I should have realized something was up when Gladio started doing jumping-jacks in the aisle. I thought he was just bored." Noct was as deeply burrowed into the warmth of the blanket as he could be without making it tougher for him to breathe. "Not a lot of deep-frozen high-altitude weather in Insomnia, I guess?"

One moment.

[ He goes to go get some tokens!! Akashi may be doing the work but he's still going to pay for them. He comes back with a small cup of them. What? They're going to need some for the competition too. ]

(It's fitting; Kuroko is an odd mix between tradition and innovation. There's something romantic about their surroundings, brutal as they may be. It forces the two to depend on each other, to rely on the other for heat to survive, but it also breaks through barriers normally developed through close friendships, barriers that could blind them to the possibility of more.

And this feels right. Every direct connection of skin sends another rush and causes the normally calm heart to beat with intensity. Kuroko doesn't believe nature has to win, but this feels so natural that fighting the urge to continue feels beyond ridiculous. Besides, he doesn't want to fight it; in this, Kuroko gives himself over completely.

Not yet confident but very willing, the slight smaller boy runs his tongue along Akashi's as he explores the inside of that mouth, drinking in the taste that is so unique to his partner.

It breaks, but only for a short second.)

Akashi-kun...

(It's a breathy whisper, full of the emotion caused by the simple kiss, emotions all the more stark for how emotionless Kuroko normally seems.)

You taste very nice.

Noct was lost at envisioning Gladio doing his exercises. The rest was just words that held no meaning, as if Cloud was talking an unknown language. Rather, he went back to focusing on the feel of being with Cloud in this intimate position. He was always comfortable with Cloud, but he wasn’t always naked with his friend, pressed tightly like this. He recognized the many different ways in which he was comfortable in this. Physically, emotionally, and sexually. Cloud sure was good looking. There was no one in this world that could look at him and deny that. He just had this unearthly glow to him. Noct only realized how much he’d been focusing on his friend after his body started to tingle from the inside out.

An aroused heat flushed through his body and stiffened his cock. “Hn.” He especially like how Cloud’s fingers felt through his hair.

He had never sounded weak to Lotor. As it was, he simply held him, murmuring soothing things into his ear, old Galran fairy tales and stories that no one knew anymore.

"I would venture to guess that the witch may have set some of these breathing issues into motion. When we return, it may be a good plan to go into a cryopod for a bit. I will stay with you the entire time and you shall not be alone."

"I fear I do not. Many of my journeys to other systems were for business or the plots against my father, not for pleasure."

But he paused, trying to consider.

"Hmmm, most embarrassing thing I have done was probably to land upon the wrong planet entirely and begin speaking to its people as though they were conquered and answered to the Empire. I could not understand why they ran at me with spears and swords."

He had to laugh a little, at that.

Felih gives a mock pout. "Oh, truly a shame. Life is meant for making mischief and enjoying yourself," he says, breaking into a soft laugh at the end, although he's still very stubbornly cuddling up to Lotor in an attempt to fight the chill from the blizzard outside. He only has a few blankets and cushions, but mayhaps they would help... He pulls them from hammerspace, and stubbornly tries to drape them both in them, trying to make a nest or cocoon of them.

"Twelve," Felih says in response to Lotor's embarrassing story, unable to help a small, sharp exhale through his nose before laughing outright. "You've told me of your troubles dealing with the empire... but somehow, imagining you trying to assert control over the wrong planet... I could not fathom how to make such a mistake. No wonder you were embarrassed," he laughs, cuddling closer.

"Alright. Your turn- unless you wished to answer the other question as well?" he chirps, tail wiggling playfully for a moment before the cold makes him immediately wrap it back around them both.

It would have been easier for Cloud to ignore Noct's physical arousal if he weren't already dealing with his own. They were pressed way too close together, it was going to be some kind of positive feedback loop. Would Noctis be grossed out? Nah, Cloud was quite sure by now that Noct didn't freak out or judge other people's worth based on their sexual responses. It wasn't like Cloud was trying anything.

Besides, it was a good sign that Noct's body had enough warmth and blood flow to spare for a hard-on. From a medical standpoint. Cloud continued to hold him close, one hand still stroking reflexively through his hair, successfully stopping himself from pressing his hips forward.

"Just relax for now. Okay?"

Noct could do that. He could relax, despite the shivers that ran through his body in soft waves. For the most part he was starting to feel a lot more even save for his feet and hands. His legs, swapping between Cloud’s own were beginning to warm up and his face was feeling just fine flushed against Cloud’s skin.

For a while long he laid there with an increasing feel of warmth through his body and his hands shifting between each of their thighs. He recognized the pressing arousal between the both of them, but the fact that they were in this situation gave reason as to why both of them were hard. Noct didn’t let it go to his head (for the most part) that Cloud’s body was responding to his own. They couldn’t necessarily help getting hard, hell, it happened even when they were asleep. It was like it had a mind of its own so Noct didn’t want to think that Cloud was getting all hot and bothered because of Noct, at least he didn’t want to put any stack in that hope.

Part of him wanted Cloud to want him. Perhaps it was the egotistical part of him, the narcissist, the entitlement of being a prince. However, the last thing he ever wanted to do to his friends was to treat them as if they were mindless and incapable of their own autonomy. Nobody owed him anything, least of all attraction.

Maybe the cold was making him depressed and caused all these feelings and thoughts in his head as to why Cloud would never like him which suddenly, very quickly, turned into Cloud probably hates him. That good old self-doubt.

“I’m so.. sorry.” Had he already apologized? He should do it again. “S.. sorry.”

"Noctis," Cloud whispered, pressing a cheek against the top of his head. "You need to stop apologizing. It's been a REALLY rough couple of days. For everyone, but mostly for you. You can't keep tearing yourself apart over it. It's okay, you can relax a little. Stop worrying and just breathe, for a while."

Focusing too much on delivering his monologue, Cloud forgot to resist pressing his hips forward into Noct's. Fortunately, or unfortunately, he didn't realize he was doing it.

Noct did notice the small thrust of hips against his own and that caused him to respond quite noisily in return. “Cloud..” He found himself blushing. Maybe it was weird to say anything about it, or maybe he should just keep his opinions to himself. Noct was always so awful at this part of the relationship: expressing one’s feelings about others.

He pushed his face into Cloud’s neck and took a deep inhale of the man’s skin. His hand then turned in between Cloud’s legs and he palmed Cloud’s bulge. He held his breath before he squeezed and slowly rubbed his hand back down the bulge to slip his hand between Cloud’s thighs. Fuck… he’s so hot. A devious and not-so-charming thought over came him and he softly shivered in delight rather than because he was cold.

Shiro lets his eyes drift closed as he listens to the stories, hoping that he can remember them later. This is something that should be recorded. They're fascinating.

But when Lotor suggests the pods, Shiro stiffens slightly. "No. I'm not going into a pod. It's just the cold - I'll be fine once I'm back somewhere warm. When I got out last time I spent a while on an ice planet. That's probably the source."

All pretense of politely ignoring the situation had been shattered. Cloud groaned and arched his back, twisting into Noctis's hand.

"Shiva, Noct..." Cloud should make an effort to calm the situation down. He realized that Noctis wasn't exactly in his right mind, and this could easily be thought of as taking advantage of him. The prince was vulnerable, he was about to be married--

No, he wasn't. Noct's fiancee had just been killed, brutally. The prince wasn't taken any more. He was now very, very alone. And apparently horny. Maybe getting laid was exactly what he needed right now. Cloud clenched his fingers into a light fist in Noct's hair and tilted Noct's head back so he could press a hard, deep kiss to his lips.

Another rousing shiver crossed down Noct’s body and he pressed himself against Cloud with a soft roll of his hips. His hand, once again, rubbed between thighs and up again to squeeze Cloud’s member. The cloth was thin and strained and Noctis felt deviously enticed to continue the fondling grip. Cloud’s lips were reciprocated with an eager tongue of his own. The kiss was deep, breathless, and warm all of its own and Noct’s body tensed with the twitch of his own cock hardening.

Nothing existed outside the barrier that was between them both.

Cloud’s body was for his own and his for Cloud. None of the pain, events, or direction mattered. In this moment Noct decided to give into his desires; some which he’s had for the other for some time.

You would? From your home, too - they must be special, you rarely ever talk about your home.

[ correction: he's never heard mananan talk about his home. this is the first time it's been brought up, and sangwoo's more than a little curious about it. is this what it takes to drag out his personal details? constant, barely-subtle needling isn't sangwoo's preferred method to bringing out the worst (or anything) out of a person, but he'll try his own patience this once. ]

What's this friend like? I wanna put forward a good impression for them.

Mm, his name is Ginger and he's not particularly special. But I know he'd come to visit if I asked and he can be funny to have around.

[ mananan considers the thought for a few moments, fingers lightly tapping against the side of his own glass. ]

He's easily excitable and a bit of an idiot. If you're friendly, he'll be fine with you.

[ he likes most people more than he likes mananan anyway.

but he doesn't let the conversation remain on ginger for long, his head tilting slightly as he watches sangwoo. ]

Are you curious about my home? You can ask. I don't mind.

[ blunt questions are best, even if answering them runs the risk of spoiling things too quickly. ]

"I would not allow anything to harm you. I promise it with my life."

He could understand the hesitancy, but the idea of Shiro simply dealing with such things due to a fear did not sit well with him.

cuddle meme .

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Rose has been in the TARDIS before...Are we doing an AU?

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hello i didn't drop this thread /o\!!

Don't act like you aren't also responsible :P

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another year later, feel free to ignore if you like

I'm so very late im sorry

it's okay~!

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Nope! I'm enjoying it if you are!

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