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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"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.

"You'll be here and so will I," Sparkle murmured, and then broke into another laugh, a soft, pleased one, lips still a little pursed in the wake of that kiss, nose bumping against Hernando's, letting himself slide away into a nice happy safe place. The high from the capsule would take a while to peak yet, but in the meantime he had kissing, and cuddling, had a beautiful man underneath him and a head muzzy with drink, and... "I'll be here and so will you. We're here. Keepin' you."

"Are you making up rhymes now?" Hernando teased him with a smile, snuggling him. Stroking his hands over the skin - petting the sleepy, high little panther. He flicked the end of Sparkle's nose with his and then kissed it.

He was all but jello himself, kind of in a warm, safe cocoon. Sparkle's weight atop him, solid and real and there, and letting the trauma fade as best it could for now. His boyfriend was a little bit drunk, a little bit high, maybe a little bit shocky but practicing excellent self care by letting himself be cared for. "Think you could handle the blanket instead of the robe?" he murmured.

"Blanket does sound good," Sparkle admitted after a pause, mostly a moment taken just to go back over what he had said and pick it apart for rhyme. And once he had found it, sort of, he was giggling again, just a little, bumping his nose lightly against Hernando's. "Sounds better for like... cuddling."

There was a pause, and then he added, "Arms?"

He didn't even want to look at them. They weren't gushing blood or anything, but they were bad enough that he had been certain they would scar. They were clean, but some part of his head still wasn't far enough gone to keep from fretting a little.

"Mmhm," Hernando agreed, booping his nose right back and smiling at the giggling. He nodded slowly at the question and began undoing the robe and moving it down off Sparkle. He could feel the seepage and kissed Sparkle to distract him when he guided the robe down off his arms.

Something that, in another circumstance, he would've done teasingly - but not tonight, it was just careful to not hurt him. Which reminded him.

"Baby?" Hernando murmured, "I was proud of you tonight. When I asked if you needed sex and you thought about what you needed and said no. I wasn't asking because I wanted sex. I don't, not tonight. If you'd needed me, well.." He smiled and kissed him lightly, "Different story, change of plans, but I don't need it and tonight, I just want to cuddle you and be with you and help you rest. I'm very glad you were able to think about it and tell me. Thank you for trusting me, baby."

Because that took trust. For Sparkle to say 'no' - he'd apologized but he hadn't cringed and he had actually spoken his needs out loud - that took an awful lot of trust and Hernando knew that.

"You relax on the bed. I'll go get the goop for your arms and I will deal with them. You lie there and be a content little panther kitten for now, okay?"

And with that and one final small kiss, he was going to crawl off the bed and go get the goop. The medicated wound goop, and the non-stick gauze pads from the medical kit.

"I can be a content panther," Sparkle promised, watching Hernando go - drunk or stoned or otherwise, he was always going to enjoy that view. And while Hernando went to go and get the disinfectant stuff, Sparkle would lay there and... consider. Mull that over.

Being thanked for saying no.

Not for saying no.

For trusting that he could. It brought another silly little smile to his face, brought those dimples out full-force. Made him fall for him that little bit more.

"I mean... I trust you," Sparkle shared. "You, Hernando Fuentes, are a very trustworthy man."

This was said with all the solemnity that Sparkle could possibly muster. Which, admittedly, was not much, at present. But there was some.

And there was an extra little strut in that walk, yes, because he knew Sparkle would be watching. He threw a smile and a wink over his shoulder. "I'd like to think I'm trustworthy. I'm glad you think so, baby. That means a lot to me."

Kind of everything.

It didn't take long to get the supplies and return. Squeezing out the goop and beginning to gently and carefully dab it on the gouges. They were ugly but so far didn't look like they were racing blood infection in any direction. They'd have to keep an eye out for infection but that was pretty normal, all things considered. Sparkle's tetanus was up to date; Hernando knew that because he'd asked him after New York and the glass everywhere.

He smiled at Sparkle, solemn attempt or not those dimples were still playing hide and seek. "Hey. You. I think you're pretty." Because he did. So there.

"Yeah, well," Sparkle countered, clearly all wit at that moment, "I know you're pretty."

Ha, so there!

"... An' I adore you lots. Adore. Je t'adore."

And with that phrase he broke into another fit of giggles, though this time because he knew they both knew exactly what it was he was saying, there. Exactly.

He placed nonstick gauze pads over the gouges and taping them down. He'd thought to mummy-wrap them but he was worried about the gauze getting twisted when Sparkle slept and cutting off circulation somewhere, so tape it was.

A warm smile at his wriggly, squirmy boyfriend. "You're definitely high right now, but that's okay. I adore you too, baby. Je t'adore." Because yes - it was in French and it had originally been a misinterpretation but by now, they were both very aware that they both knew exactly what they were saying with it.

The same thing Hernando had always meant by it; he only hadn't meant to say it, at Sparkle's request.

"You're always adorable, you know, but the relaxed giggling is very charming," he murmured with another warm smile.

"Gonna have to get giggles more, huh?" That would be easily done! He was even more highly still when he wasn't screaming internally, after all. "I can do that. I think."

He finished the tape and leaned in to kiss Sparkle. "It was not a complaint," he informed him, "though more opportunity for you to relax and de-stress would not be objectionable." Especially this summer because fuuuuuck thiiiiis iiiiisland stress. "Do you think I could add Milady to the tank now or does he need more time to acclimate?"

Sparkle glanced over in the direction of the fish again, grinning that little bit more.

"I think he'd be fine, babe. He's a tough buddy. Bettas are all drapery and pretty flowy bits but they're totally like swampfish, like pretty princesses that were forged in... I mean. Not fire. Mud. But not mud."

Sparkle was leaning good and hard into that high. Dani had clearly meant for Hernando to see through time for like a day with those capsules.

"I am not putting mud in his tank," Hernando said firmly, "He can have pretty gravel and ugly rocks with little water midge things to snack on. And plants." With that, he stood, stole another kiss, and went to set Milady free into the tank.

The betta looked grumpy. A tiny grumpy look on his little fishy face. A sassy little flip of his tail and he swam into a corner to sulk behind a plant.

The circuit back to the bed took him to the mess of Sparkle's stuff on the floor and he spent a quiet few minutes just sort of tidying it up. Making sure the items were where Sparkle could see them, that the bag was where he could see it, but that it wasn't just.. all over. He collected Sparkle's cigarettes and lighter and brought those over to the nightstand as well. At some point, he might drift off to sleep and that would be followed by nightmare waking - it usually did after trauma days - and then he'd want to go outside and smoke. Self-medicating, really, but Hernando didn't want him fumbling around in the dark looking for the smokes.

Crawled back onto the bed and wriggled under the covers with Sparkle. Collecting him into a cuddle again, which, again, mostly involved pulling him on like another blanket.

And Sparkle watched all of that, kept half-lidded eyes on Hernando the entire while, smirking a little as the world fell out of focus until all that was left was Hernando, doing... roughly a million little perfect things for him.

Guh, he adored that man.

"Hi," he murmured, quite happy to drape himself over Hernando again. "You're getting me all settled in, huh?"

"Hi, beautiful," Hernando murmured back, stroking the hair out of his face. "Mmhm. Reducing the number of things my beautiful fidgetmister can do so he can rest here with me. You're going nowhere until you have to pee, baby, I have you successfully trapped."

With cuddles and a blanket, yes. Even on the very best of days, he never tried to make Sparkle feel restrained.

He knew better.

"So trapped oh nooooo," Sparkle replied, a lament so playful that it really wasn't anything approaching a lament at all. "But what if I have important things to do? Like..."

He flailed about for words for a moment.

"... Dishes?"

There was, like, a plate and a butter knife. And his arms were covered in gauze. Maybe not dishes.

Hernando laughed quietly at Sparkle's drama. "You have nothing important to do except to rest right now, baby," he pointed out, "The dishes can wait. You.." He leaned down and began punctuating his words with little kisses all over Sparkle's face, "are going to stay right here and rest and enjoy your pill and snuggle with me until you feel better. That is the important thing you must do right now. It is important to me, Sparkle."

"I'm gonna probably enjoy this pill until Wednesday," Sparkle laughed, squirming a little at that kiss attack, though even that was a half-assed attempt at fleeing to freedom if ever there was one. "God, babe, Dani wasn't kidding when she said she wanted you to chill out."

It was starting to hit him like a sack of hammers, and edibles usually took so much longer to take hold. They weren't just inhaled, after all. Of course, the alcohol probably wasn't hurting anything there. He'd been halfway to fucked up by the time he'd knocked in the first place.

Yeah, no, that was cuddly squirmy happy boyfriend, not fleeing and Hernando was laughing quietly in delight. "Good. You need the rest and this is so much better than spending until Wednesday with a Fireball hangover."

Stroked his hands up and down Sparkle's back again just.. petting him. Letting him enjoy the sensation of being petted with the only expectation being that he relax. "Dani knows her shit," Hernando murmured.. for a few reasons but in this case he meant those pills, "I'm glad they're working for you. Maybe I'll ask her to send more so we have them around."

But no really, this was so much better than Fireball and the alcohol depression that lead to and the cinnamon vomit and the hangovers.

"I wouldn't complain if you did," Sparkle replied. "I've got papers an' stuff in my bag too but this is easier."

Sooo easier. Way less awkward than burning his fingers rimming the bowl when he was panicked and shaking and freaking the fuck out, anyway.

Plus, like, he could chase that high from bed.

Convenient!

"It also does not smell of smoke," Hernando added agreeably, "Did it kick in fast enough for you? I've nothing to compare it to." He definitely approved of this whole 'chasing it in bed' thing. Sparkle was kind of melting and he very thoroughly approved of this after the stress his body had been through.

"Faster'n I expected," Sparkle admitted. "Edibles usually take a few hours, just smokin's faster. So this is like... this shit is magic, Dani's probably got magic pot."

Or Sparkle had started out drunk. Or that.

Drunk and stressed and probably with a heart rate that had pounded the THC right through him like a bullet. "We'll have to try it again on a night that you haven't had a bellyful of Fireball first," Hernando murmured thoughtfully, "Because this is quite nice. You are letting yourself relax nicely, baby."

He smiled down at Sparkle, "And I enjoy wearing you like a blanket. This is nice. I like this."

"It is nice," Sparkle agreed, giving a little wiggle, the happiest blanket Hernando was going to have here. "Any time you wanna wear me, babe..."

That... sounded like innuendo.

It was not.

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