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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!]
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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Hernando sifted his fingers through Sparkle's hair again to gently move it out of his face. Pressed a kiss to his forehead and cuddled him. Listened to him breathe as he relaxed and started heading toward sleep. Listened to his heart beating, feeling it against his own chest.
Silently thankful that, all things considered, this hadn't been that bad. It was definitely bad, yes, but Sparkle was in a place where he could relax, could let himself try to sleep. There had been times when he couldn't. They'd both had nights like that. Sparkle wasn't twitching or flinching at every noise, every touch. The wounds on his arms were ugly, they'd scar, but they weren't life-threatening. Sparkle had made it home. That was the important thing. They could and would deal with the fallout like they always did. Sparkle had made it home alive and in one piece. As long as those two things were true, Hernando could deal with anything.
Hernando let his own breathing remain calm and steady, pressing another small kiss against Sparkle's hair. Carefully so he didn't distract him from trying to sleep.