bakerstreet | Come back home

( someone get this dumbass to go home plz )

( This one is obvious, but open to either role. )

( very much the one doing the returning 99% of the time )

[ooc: open to some “Clarice is a wander who desperately wants a home”?]

(Sounds good to me.)

( technically, at one canonpoint, she's tethered to one spot by her job: guarding the gates of time. not many options to leave on tap here, so you'll have to come visit her. )

[ Since the only real home she can remember is from her childhood, safe to say that she's rambler supreme. ]

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She’d been out, walking for so long, and the weather kept getting worse. It seemed that the wind never ended now, and she thought maybe her bones had forgotten how to be warm. So she turns her feet back to the place that’s always been warm, tucks her head down and determinedly forces herself all the way there. It’s not even the same city, she’s wandered so long, and it’s hard to come back to these dirty streets and these hateful stares.
Clarice knocks on the door, tentative and hesitant, as softly as she had ever been.
“Hey. I wasn’t sure- Sorry I didn’t call ahead.”

( crimes of grindelwald compliant. )

It was late, and cold, and winter was on its way in full fury. The last thing she expected to hear was someone at the door. To be safe she changes the color of her skin--the length and color of her hair an after thought the moment she pulls it open.

"Clarice?"

There's a moment of disbelief where she tries to think of something to say, but her reflexes act before her brain can. Raven pulls Clarice inside so she can shut the door and immediately returns to her true appearance.

"You must be freezing. Are you hungry? I can make something, but make yourself at home." Before she can allow herself another glance she's walked away to collect her thoughts only to return shortly after with a coat and a blanket.

( Hi! Open to some prime crossover - but franchise-connected - fun? )

[He's clumsy, awkward, mumbles a lot, and is sometimes a bit too nerdy...but he's also patient and kind enough to deal with this kind of shit. So 99 percent of the time, he's the one being returned to in cases like this.]

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She didn’t recognize the woman who opened the door, but given who she had been returning to, that in itself was not odd at all. The sound of her name and how quickly she is pulled into the warmth of the house reveals plenty about the actual identity of the woman who is with her. Clarice smiles, rubbing at her arms, so that by the time Mystique returns, her bones have begun to remember what it feels like to be warm.
“Really, Mystique, I’m fine.” Even as she says it, the usual refusal of care that is instinct after so many months of dealing with well speaking strangers, Clarice is reaching for the blanket and wrapping it around herself. After a beat, after she realizes what she’s done, Clarice gives a little laugh. “Sorry, it’s been- It’s been a while.”

[ The heat is usually welcoming, usually satisfying to feel against his skin. Dabi has come to both enjoy it, and hate it. He likes the raw power in his grip. He hates the fact that it reminds him of a past that should be long forgotten. It's intoxicating at times, when the power is too much, and the feelings of home drown him. Sometimes, he can't get over it.

Sometimes, he uses too much of it.

It hadn't exactly been his fault. A hero caught him off guard while he was tailing an Arms Dealer for Shigaraki. What more, this hero had been a little more of a hassle than Dabi expected. Just to back him off, he used more fire than he should have. At least the dick would be recovering for the burns sustained. On the downside, when the euphoria of his power came off, Dabi realized he had used more power than he expected.

A pain settles in and begins to grow, steam rolling off his skin. It would be awhile before he could use his quirk again. He needed to lay low. The area of the city wasn't unfamiliar territory, but it was still away from any hideouts for the league. There was only one available source he could consider, and honestly, it was probably in his best interest.

Dabi needed someone with a quirk to cool down his own.

With a sigh, he heads in the general direction of the location. He should send a message, inform them of the predicament. Dabi doesn't. He's a shitty brother.

It takes about ten or so minutes before he's knocking on Natsuo's door, leaning against the frame because the pain continues to rise and become so damn intolerable. It's starting to give him a migraine, starting to bring about old damn memories when all Dabi needed to do was focus. In frustration, he knocks again, a little harder. Come on, Natsuo, please be home. ]

[When Touya had initially contacted him again after so long, Natsuo couldn't believe it. The disbelief faded quickly, though, in favor of relief - that even if he's a villain now, he's okay. He was alive, and he was reaching out. That meant more than any changes in his physical or mental state.

Contact didn't come often, 'Dabi' was a busy man, after all, but Natsuo always made sure to stress he'd be there for him whenever, however he needed him to be. He needed someone ready to catch him at a moment's notice if he should stumble, after all, and if he was going to be the one to do it, then so be it.

Tonight, he's not expecting Touya to contact him, or show up on his doorstep. It's a week night, he has class in the morning, he has homework tonight, and that's exactly why he misses the first knock, lost as he is in the music he has on and in concentrating on the question at hand. The harder knock comes through, though, and Natsuo glances as his phone even as he's already moving to the door. No texts, so it's not his girlfriend, it's too late for anyone to be selling him something, so it must be Touya.

And so it is. The door swings open to reveal his brother, obviously in pain, steaming and leaning heavily on the doorframe.]

Shit, Touya, what did you do?

[He doesn't want or need the specifics, but he still can't help but fret. Already he's ushering the other inside, shutting and locking the door, shoving Touya's coat off his shoulders, radiating as much cold as he can manage.]

Do you need anything?

[Water? Food? A cool bath? Sleep? Needless to say, studying goes long forgotten, now.]

[ Finally, Natsuo answers the door. Dabi could finally feel his body relax, more steam forming as he uses him more energy to keep from passing out. He's just so exhausted though. ]

Just a minor inconvenience.

[ He chuckles, welcomes the fretting from his younger brother as he's ushered inside of the home. It's chilly inside, and it helps that Natsuo takes charge to remove his coat. The steam is still there, but at least he can begin relaxing now that he was no longer in any danger. No one would be able to track him down to his place. They wouldn't see his connections to the Todoroki name.

Feeling Natsuo cooling him down, Dabi has to resist the urge to pull his brother in close. It's what he needs, why he came to see him. Fuyumi was just so far away, not to mention, a chance run-in with their old man. Dabi couldn't face him right then, not when he was like this. He's a little thankful that Natsuo isn't anywhere near the bastard. ]

Yeah...come here.

[ He's already walking towards the couch, flopping down with a grunt. It's painful, the ache in his muscles, the burning sensation that tingles. The cold helps. He needs more, though. A shower, unfortunately, wouldn't help in this instance. It only aggravates the heat, to Dabi's misfortune. But, a nice cooling quirk, that can do perfectly for his body. ]

Bare with me for awhile, Natsuo. I just need to touch you.

[ One hand stretches out for his younger brother while his other pats his lap. It's a lot to ask for, but Dabi couldn't help himself. He knows Natsuo's skin will feel nice against his. Just for a little while, he tells himself.

Before his fire eats him alive. ]

[Another benefit to coming to Natsuo - his place will always be kept chilly. A major reason for that being that he was sensitive to heat, yes, but also for times like these, when Touya comes over, steaming, overwhelmed by the fire in his blood.

He just won't be sharing that bit. That's embarrassing, kind of pathetic, like he hopes his brother will come over every night, instead of just through necessity. He's nowhere near their old man for his own reasons, sure, but he also knows that helps in Touya's decisions to come to him like this.

So he follows Dabi to the couch, strips off his shirt along the way - because skin-contact would always be better, fabric would hold heat more readily than cold - though he can't really help but chuckle and shake his head when Dabi pats his lap.]

Yeah, no.

[Even imagining sitting on Touya's lap like he did when they were smaller, when he was the little brother in more than just age was embarrassing in how ridiculous it would be. But he's not denying contact, not in the least.

Instead, he sits next to him, but only for a moment, only just long enough to slide an arm around his brother's waist and pull him close as he lays out on the couch, leaving Dabi to lay out on top of him and make himself comfortable as he sees fit.]

I'll make it snow once you're comfortable, alright?

[Or, well, freezing rain would be more likely, with the heat radiating off of Dabi, but. Close enough. The sentiment of being more than willing to push at the limits of his quirk was there.]

[ Piercing icy eyes watch as his younger brother strips off his shirt. He's glad that they've gone through this before. It's not so embarrassing any longer. Although, it was never shameful for Dabi to begin with. A lot of things no longer bother Dabi in that regard. Plus, he still thinks about the time when they were much too young and he would baby Natsuo. That was his first original baby brother, after all. Not that Dabi didn't appreciate Shouto. He loved all his siblings.

Sometimes, Natsuo was still the baby brother he remembered, despite how much taller he was than the three-foot squirt that would play games with him.

Dabi chuckles too, when Natsuo denies him. He figured as such, but he was still hopeful. ]

No fun, little brother.

[ He teasingly remarks, welcomes his brother's body next to him at least. It's momentarily, though, before Natsuo is laying down, and pulling Dabi with him. Taking advantage of the position, Dabi slides up his younger brother's body, his heated hands touching along cold skin. ]

Don't overwork yourself, or I really will put you on my lap when you've pushed your limits.

[ This begins to help, touching Natsuo's body. Perhaps he should be a little shameful, allowing his fingertips to graze from chest to stomach to hipbones, but Dabi isn't. He likes touching Natsuo's body though. He's far more mature than the little brother from way back then. With a lazy grin, Dabi buries his face into Natsuo's neck, breathing in the other male's scent and quirk, feeling the cold air push into his body, sending a shiver down his spine. ]

You're a good brother, Natsuo.

[Every time they go through this, it gets both a little easier and a little harder. The pangs of embarrassment filter away, sure, but seeing Touya like this is always rough. It had been back when they were both still at home, and it wasn't any easier now.

But they can joke, can pretend like nothing's wrong, like Touya's heat wasn't trying to eat him alive from the inside out.]

And I won't be able to stop you.

[For now, though, let him push his limits. He'd always refused to for Enji, had been unwilling to push himself to the point of getting sick or passing out or both, but right now? There were no such expectations on his shoulders. Touya would be hurt, but would understand if he wanted to cut contact - he was a villain, now, after all - and the reality of choice makes all the difference.

So? His doors were open, his arms were open, even his bed was open to his big brother whenever he needed or wanted to see him.

With Dabi tucked close, Natsuo wraps an arm around him, rubs sweeping lines over his back and leaves trails of ice in the wake of his touch. At least that much is marginally easier than creating artificial weather, even just localized over the couch, so he can claim that he's not overworking himself. At least not to the extent he could be.

But then Dabi presses his face into his neck, and his fingers twitch briefly on his back as he winces. Hot metal on bared skin hurts. There's no helping that, but if being there is helpful, he's not about to make him move.]

Yeah? I try.

[ Silently, Dabi knows fully well how coming to Natsuo like this must be for his younger brother. It's not easy, dealing with the appearance of a harmed sibling. Dabi doesn't know if he could handle seeing Natsuo or Fuyumi hurt. He loved them too much. Even Shouto, as a hero in training, can make it where Dabi is a little guilty if he sees an extra bruise or two that shouldn't be there.

Especially if it comes from the source that created all of them.

At the very least, Natsuo doesn't guilt him for his decisions, even assists him with his quirk. That's all Dabi asks for. Well, he actually requests a lot for his younger brother. He's just so selfish. ]

You won't. But I like that I can still do that.

[ Still be the older brother.

Dabi feels the icy touch at his back, and it has his moaning. It felt so damn good against his heated back. This was fine, rather than the weather his brother could create. It's no where near the icy storm that Shouto could easily bring to his fingertips, but Dabi appreciated the efforts of Natsuo's quirk. He always believed his brother could also be just as strong as he, if he had been properly trained with it. Their father had spoiled it away, ruined each and every one of his children.

That's fine in the end. It meant that Natsuo was his to utilize and appreciate now. Tough luck to the old man.

Dabi sits up when he feels the twitch to his brother's fingers. For a second, he doesn't think anything of it, but a quick glance down Natsuo's body makes it aware that he's burning his brother. He quickly sends an apologetic look to Natsuo, with a caress to his cheek. He never wants to hurt his brothers or sister.

The touch lingers more than it should, as does his other hand, which brushes to the waistband of his brother's pants. ]

Hey, I need to release a little more heat.

[ He leans down, foreheads barely bumping, while the hand that cradles Natsuo's cheek tilts his brother's head up. Their lips are so close. ]

Can I release it inside of you?

[It feels wrong, being a little more okay seeing Dabi or Shouto hurt than Fuyumi, but then again Natsuo still hated to see them hurt more than what could reasonably be expected for a hero-in-training or a villain-at-large. Bruises and scrapes he could handle, but to have Dabi show up on his doorstep like this made his heart ache.

He was just grateful he could do something about it.

He won't guilt any of his siblings for their decisions, even if they hurt him, if only so they won't push him away. He can't make sure they stay at least somewhat okay if they won't see him, after all.

As sensitive as he was to the heat, it's still nice to have his brother curled against him, and hearing him moan at just the slightest of touch is probably something that shouldn't shoot through him like it does. He's just doing what he can. He's just helping his brother like he should. And yet...

Dabi sitting up and looking down at him in concern is just the distraction he needs from his jeans steadily growing tighter, but the concern itself is... well, concerning. He didn't mean to make him worry, and the sheepish, lopsided smile he gives to the apologetic look is - hopefully - enough reassurance that he's alright. That, and the way he leans in to Dabi's caress. That's nice.

And that distraction doesn't last for long as that other hand drifts lower.]

Yeah?

[Their lips are so close. He resists tilting up enough to kiss him, for now.]

Pervert.

[That's not a no. Not in the least, and he makes that abundantly clear with the teasing tone the admonishment is delivered in and the lopsided smirk that precedes the kiss when it finally comes.]

[ The sheepish look from his brother is enough to put his mind at ease. Good. He had thought maybe Natsuo was burned or harmed in another way. It was the only unfortunate part, being made of fire and heat. It always worried Dabi for the sake of Fuyumi or Natsuo. Shouto was so used to this fire. He doesn't have to worry as much when he goes to Shouto for recovery.

As Natsuo leans into his touch, Dabi's eyes lower. Sometimes he forgets how much simple acts of affection has Dabi yearn for his siblings. He doesn't play favorites. He loves them all equally. But Natsuo was the one he likes to play with more.

Maybe because it felt they were forgotten more by their father, or maybe because it always felt Natsuo was so lonely. Like him. Fuyumi, as much as Dabi despised it, was at home still. He hated it. He wished he could get her free from the clutches of their father. Shouto had his friends and lived in the dorms. He was the most free.

But Natsuo. While away from that bastard, Dabi worried more for him. Sometimes, he wanted to kidnap Natsuo and take care of him. After that, then he could work on taking Fuyumi and Shouto away too. He could take care of all three of his siblings.

With a low chuckle below his breath, Dabi barely presses their lips together. ]

Naughty little brother.

[ Dabi says no more as he kisses long and passionate, moving his lips slow against Natsuo's own. He's not good at expressing his feelings verbally, only in action. This is the easier way to show his brother his love, the only way to show his affection for Natsuo. His lips must be hot, like the rest of his body. His insides burn, though. The ache may have started from his fight earlier, but now the heat rises towards his feelings of his younger brother.

His hand that lays at Natsuo's waist hurriedly works to remove the offending article, trying to get access to what he wants. He wasn't lying earlier. He did have a heat he needed to release. He has such a good brother that was willing to assist him.

Just as his tongue presses to Natsuo's lip, asking and begging for entrance, his hands are pulling down the younger one's pants. ]

"Nonsense." Raven insisted, putting on a kettle so she could make tea.

"I'm..." Relieved is the word that comes to mind first, but she corrects herself before she speaks. "I'm glad to see you." She's not sure why she's so guarded about it, why she doesn't want to admit that she's happy that Clarice came back. "How have you been?" her voice is quiet, almost unsure whether or not she wanted to hear. Of course she was curious, but knew she wasn't very good at taking bad news either.

Mystique takes a seat beside her, justifying it as wanting to donate body heat. Her arm looped around Clarice's before she slid her fingers between the other pair.

This home is a space of safety, and Clarice already feels a burden dropping off her, fading away with the simple settling of Raven next to her. The contact is unexpected, but not unwelcome. She squeezes Raven's fingers, adjusting how she sits on the couch in order to better face Raven, smiling gently.
"Really Mystique, I've been fine." No need to mention the usual, the attacks and the hatred, the dangers of being a visible mutant who refused to hide behind makeup or tricks of the light. "You worry so much, you know. I can look after myself, it isn't like I ever have trouble running away."
She searches Raven's face, looking for signs of anything changed in her friend's face, for whatever marks that the world might have added in terms of new lines or signs of worry.

Edited 2018-11-23 22:03 (UTC)

Raven understood how hard a life like that could be. She wanted to stand for more, and be stronger and more confident in her appearance, but with how the world was these days it was impossible. It didn't help that she was wanted in a handful of states for various reasons. Some legit, and others not.

"I can't help worrying. I see how they treat us on television and it's heartbreaking."

The part about Clarice running away has her frowning. Raven knows that Clarice has the tendency to run, even if there are plenty of reasons to stay, but she tries not to think too deeply about it as she sighs. "You can't live your entire life on the run. Don't be like I used to be. It's okay to settle down from time to time."

Come back home

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