myownface | An Airbnb in Baltimore, Tuesday Afternoon

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An Airbnb in Baltimore, Tuesday Afternoon

Sparkle had given the island's weirdness one night! One.

One was enough. The message that he'd left for Atton in the wake of that night was dubiously coherent and had been left without a single breath taken between words, and Sparkle could not get off the island fast enough after being caught out after the airhorns sounded, thank you very, very much. Sparkle had put up with years of Fandom horror, but very little could prepare a guy for the things he'd seen, stabbed, and screamed at while trying to make his way to somewhere that didn't involve...

... those.

It was a frazzled, tipsy Sparkle, wielding a tupperware container with a fish in it in one hand and half a bottle of Fireball in the other, who made his way up to the Airbnb that Hernando had booked and who knocked on the door. With his face.

There might have been sobbing involved? Or it could've just been frazzled ranting in between bouts of quiet screeching. It was hard to tell.

Sparkles were not made for Silent Hills.

[OOC: For the one, or for texts and/or phonecalls! NFB for distance!]

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He was not going to ask for details. He wanted Sparkle to keep the food down. "The summer has been 'a lot' for weeks on end," he offered, "You've held up through it far better than I would or even could have, baby." It wasn't a throw away comment. He meant it. "Is there anything more you need that I could do to help you while you are coping with this?"

Sparkle huffed out a soft breath, finishing off another piece of toast and washing it down with another mouthful of tea before shrugging.

"Hug me and pet me and tell me I'm pretty, I guess," he murmured. "This is nice. I mean. Just... this. Kinda normal, comfortble... us-ness. This-ness."

"Some calm in the crazy," Hernando agreed. He sat up and wormed am arm behind Sparkle to cuddle up against him. Fingers, of course, going into the still damp hair to stroke through it. "You are pretty, you know," he said, "and if you want me to tell you, then this means you don't get to argue with my opinion." Mostly teasing. "I adore you. I want you to rest and let yourself recover. Don't push it, okay? You can be held and petted and I will tell you how pretty you are and make you all the ridiculous food you want for as long as it takes."

Kissed his head. "I can't handle the things you can handle, baby, but I can take care of you after you have. Your job is to let yourself let me, okay?" Which he knew wasn't easy. Especially for someone who wasn't all that used to depending on anyone.

"Kay," Sparkle murmured. "I'm gonna ask for cheese and peanut butter all the time from now on, then."

He... might, actually.

"It'll only be a week," he murmured, "whatever it is. Only a week." And then what? He didn't know. Didn't care. Didn't want to move from this spot right here.

"I will make you peanut butter cheese toast," he said, because hell, if Sparkle ate it, it was protein and carbs. "Or soup with the little oyster crackers in it and sandwich soldiers to dunk." Comfort food.

"Only a week," Hernando agreed, "Though I have rented this place until September. I am not going back until it is stable again. Not for more than long enough to check on the store and make sure the fish and quokka have food. You don't have to either. Not even for Atton. He can come crash on the sofabed here." Which was why there was a sofa bed here, yes.

"Gotta go back eventually," Sparkle mumbled. "Someone's gonna take over my shop on me if I don't."

Between that and Atton, he was kind of getting low on reasons to keep going back there, though. Except...

"... Gotta keep my head down, here. You're allowed to be in America. I'm kinda here by grace of Portalocity."

Kinda. Sorta.

"And we will, when it is stable again," Hernando said, still petting his hair, "We can check in until then but this whole summer has been one danger after another and neither of us needs that in our lives right now."

Kissed the side of his head. "It's just.. a longer vacation than we planned, is all this is, baby. We'll go back. When the island stops having a damn identity crisis."

"We'll go back," Sparkle agreed, nodding a little. He ate his last piece of toast, and then sighed and leaned against Hernando, smiling faintly. "In the meantime, know what's great?"

"Tell me what's great, baby," Hernando asked, cuddling him in against his side and kissing his head.

Sparkle nuzzled in close and gave a soft laugh, something approaching a giggle. Whether it was desperate or genuine or a mix of both helped along by the alcohol was anyone's best guess, his own included.

"It's all fucked up out there? Like, everything? Fucking everything. But I still have this."

He nuzzled in that little bit more.

He had people.

He had people.

Hernando's hand stroked slowly through his hair, pushing it off Sparkle's forehead because that was a kiss landing zone and it needed to be clear for a moment. "You have people," he agreed quietly, "And we have you. That makes us very lucky."

"Hmm," Sparkle hummed, "maybe. Maybe not as lucky as me, though."

He'd spent a lot of time in his life convinced up and down that 'people' was something for other folks, after all. The ones who deserved it.

"Definitely," Hernando replied, nuzzling him. "I definitely feel lucky to have you in my life as one of my people, baby. I'm glad you are here with me."

Kissing his forehead again with a little smile, he asked teasingly, "Are you stoned yet?"

"Nuh," Sparkle said, totally denying it. "But I am cozy."

... He was getting there.

"You are very snuggly," Hernando nuzzled, "but this is normal so I can't tell if it's a change when you are stoned. He adjusted Sparkle against his chest, careful of his arms, and looped a leg over to keep him there. "You know what?" he asked.

"Hmm, what?"

Sparkle had never really been stoned around someone he could snuggle before. This would be a learning experience!

Hernando tipped his chin up to collect a kiss. "I adore you. A lot. I adore this, snuggling with you when you're sleepy and relaxing." He smiled a little and left another stolen kiss, "It's one of the few times you are still and not fidgeting all over the place. Though I like that, too. Your energy, your passion for things, the way you can throw yourself at twelve different things all at once. But not right now. Right now, you are staying right here with me and being cuddled."

"Hmmm," Sparkle purred, and then giggled a little again, pressing his face in close, grinning as the world started to get that tiny bit lighter, as the high started to seep in around the edges. "Guess I'm going nowhere, then. I can live with that."

Hernando looked into the beautiful green eyes and smiled, watching the slow but steady dilation. Yup. Sparkle was getting stoned. "You aren't going anywhere, no. I am keeping you. Mean, horrible ogre boyfriend, trapping you in bed and forcing you to relax and rest. How ever do you stand it, baby?"

"Doesn't hurt that my mean ogre boyfriend makes relaxing and resting pretty nice," Sparkle declared. "He should do that some more, he's good at it."

"Oh? You need to relax more, do you?" Hernando teased in reply. He tugged Sparkle forward, trying to guide him into laying more atop him. Wanting to get both his hands under the robe, onto Sparkle's back and massage him into a Sparkle's shaped cuddle puddle.

Sparkle was perfectly happy to drape himself overtop Hernando, humming a little as those hands made their way into the robe. Closing his eyes a little, going half-lidded like the cat he often claimed to be. Watching Hernando very intently the whole time.

Leaning in to kiss him, not demanding or possessive, just... lazy, comfortable, relaxed, appreciative. Little bit drunk. Little bit high.

Hernando's hands moved the same way, a languid and slow massage. From the base of the skull and working his way down Sparkle's back. Lips parting, receptive to the kissing and giving back the same. He was stone cold sober - except emotionally where he was also a little bit high. An entirely agreeable, soft noise into the kiss. A 'yes, this' sort of noise. Sensual, not sexual, and he was absolutely here for it.

His gaze stayed on Sparkle's just as intently and he smiled. Softly murmuring, "Your eyes are so fucking beautiful. I love watching you look at me. I love feeling seen by you."

In.. so many ways.

So very many ways.

"And I very much love seeing you," Sparkle replied. "Watching you. Just..."

You. Loved you.

"I could look at you forever."

"You can do that," Hernando nodded, letting the tip of his nose trace the bridge of Sparkle's, "I'll be here and so will you." Let his hands play over skin, smoothing slowly over it. Tilting his head and kissing again, another slow and forever sort of kiss.

Relaxing as Sparkle relaxed, comfortable and comforted by the weight atop him with everything he needed laying drowzily in his arms.

Yes.

This.

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