firstworldproblem | IC Inbox 2 (Imeeji)

And if it breaks you, Five Hargreeves? As it did me.

[ he understands the worry, but on the other hand ... ]

It won't. Not when I have you there with me.

I think you overestimate my usefulness in the situation.

[He huffs.]

But in the end, I truly cannot deny you anything. Not even this. And I will feel terribly foolish, yet exceedingly grateful, if I spout all this worry and no bad dreams are to be found this night.

You don't need to do anything useful. I simply need you by my side, and I will take care of you.

[ he'll squeeze his hand again]

But if no bad dreams appear, that's certainly better.

How exceedingly reasonable.

[He squeezes back and lifts his head enough to kiss him softly on the temple.]

Rest then. I will stay with you.

I know it's a little depressing but, well.

I love you so much, I would be ready to witness a thousand worlds ends just for the chance to help you. To be with you.

[He runs the back of his fingers across his cheek completely charmed despite the topic.]

Well I will strive to keep that at a minimum. No more than ten and three reflections. Half already being complete.

[He takes his hand back so he can hold him tightly]

I love you, Five Hargreeves.

[ that's fine with him and he will wrap his arms around him and hold him, resting against him and definitely relaxing into it ]

It really does sound sweeter in your language.

Of course it does. Though I might be playing favorites.

[And with Five so close to him, he will soon fall asleep. And he will seek him out in his dreams. He imagines they are desolate landscapes, but hey, maybe Five's mind is changing it up!]

[ no of course it's desolate landscapes, his mind is very one-note like that!! But once he finds him he will immediately walk up to him ]

Well ... so far so good.

[He takes both hands into his own. It is obvious by the way he shifts that he is nervous, wary, and maybe a touch terrified. If he were a cat, his tail would be poofed up.]

If it were constant, I would have warned you. Now, what to make this into?

[He considers for a moment and then the scenery does change to the garden that Caeli made for him. An almost exact replica with the soil still soft from the flowers they had planted. Though as the change is occurring there is a white noise in the distance, quite faint. The sound of clinking glass.]

You'll have to excuse me if I am a little rusty.

[ the scenery is beautiful, but he recognizes the noise, and he's of course worried. He'll reach over for his face, a hand on each cheek as he strokes them lightly ]

Focus on me. Don't worry about anything else.

[He breathes deeply and closes his eyes. He places his hands on top of Five's to focus on them.]

I feel ridiculous.

You're not.

This is just a small setback. Nothing to feel ashamed of.

[He huffs. His form of an answer as he wraps his arms around him and tucks his head under his chin.

And then he does dig his aetheric fingers deep into his soul as an anchor of sorts.]

[ There's a little gasp at that but he's not opposed to it, just surprised. He'll bring his arm around his shoulders clutch at his clothes, holding himself against him a little more physically ]

That works too.

[He smug at getting that sort of a reaction. And though he tries not to, he does hold onto his soul tightly.]

Thank you. For being here.

I would have just had to force my way into Baritones to make sure you would let me otherwise.

[ and he will try to reach for his soul as well - soft, gentle aetheric touches ]

[He smiles at the feeling. The feeling of being warm, loved and protected.]

Tenacity has always been one of your virtues.

[And he tilts his head down so he can kiss his lips softly.]

[ there's a soft smile at that, and he kisses him back just as gentle ]

I'd almost say it's how I won you over.

To think I would be the one chased.

[He works at the core of his soul. Petting it. Caressing it. But also molding the aether slightly while trying to be gentle about it.]

[ He's going to rest his head against him while he does it - breath hitching lightly at the feeling and he can't quite hide how nice that feels ]

Should I ask what are you aiming for?

A place to retire to. Did you remember how it felt when I pulled your soul into mine?

[And that is exactly what he is doing. Carving a place to hide.]

Would you like control over the dream?

I did. And I assumed you were going to join me, but I had to ask.

[ he'll leave a soft kiss to his cheek, and keep with his soft aetheric touches ]

Yes. I do have something I'd like to make for you.

[He smiles and blushes completely infatuated with how caring Five is being. He does pause his work for a moment.]

And what would that be?

[He will give him control of the dream though upon the edges he will feeling something tug on his control of it. As of now, it’s light and easily ignored.]

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