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Post by Skwidge on Apr 24, 2023 21:24:55 GMT
“I’ll certainly be taking you up on that offer. No take backs~” There was that debonair grin of his again, cheeky and bright. One on one scenarios definitely played to Myut’s strong suit. He was still so terribly shy and uncomfortable in group settings, so it was always such a relief when he didn’t have to be forced into those kinds of schemes. This was, dare he say, quite nice actually. Being just the two of them in the large, hot, and humid bath space.
It really hadn’t been a side comment casually dropped when Meu said he wished this could last longer. There were so many layers of truth to that statement, though. He didn’t want to have to go back into the chaos of the others again. He didn’t want to have to go back and solve some egregious murder plot – which, he made a quick mental note, he should ask Cyr’s thoughts about at some point. He didn’t want to have to get out of the warm water. He didn’t want to leave when Cyr was here. Just the two of them. But if only Myut could just spend the remainder of the seven days hiding in the baths. How lovely that would be.
Perhaps he and Cyr could barricade the door somehow. That thought had a wry grin shooting onto his lips before Meu shook his head. The others would positively riot. No way the guards would let it stand either. Such a pain.
It was then that Cyrus replied to said comment. Voice deep but easy, somewhat of a sigh? It was pleasant to Myut’s ears. Cyr agreed. A spur of mixed feelings suddenly swirled about in Meu’s gut at the … revelation? It was his turn to wonder what Cyr might possibly mean by that. How deep did the Lust’s comment go? Was it only skin deep in simply enjoying the peace and quiet, or was there more to it? The Greed very purposefully stopped himself from thinking on it. His bathing partner made that easy, when he suddenly mentioned the need to wash his hair.
“Come to think of it, I haven’t done that yet either.” Lord knew his poor hair needed it. How else was it to stay soft and fluffy? But then Cyr tacked on that painful truth – anyone could come and interrupt at any passing second. It hit Meu like a brick wall. Just imagining it… it had him positively bristling with animosity. He despised the thought of someone shattering the peaceful oasis that had come about the two of them. Hated the thought of someone interrupting and distracting from Cyr. It soured Myut’s mood, and rather than make some playful yet sincere comment about offering his help should Cyr need an extra hand, the Greed instead remained deathly silent.
He followed Cyr’s lead in focusing instead on cleaning his hair. The headband that he had previously conjured up suddenly disappeared, and Meu was quick to dip under the water once more, lest it look strange partially dried and pushed back from the cloth. At least the soaps smelled really nice, he noted while rubbing some suds together to run through his hair. Warm, pleasant, and citrusy clean. The smell aided in soothing Mew as Cyr pulled away.
Perhaps it was time to let Cyr enjoy the rest of his night; after all, Cyr had said he liked the peace and quiet, and here Meu was, breaking it.
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Post by Pieluver on Apr 25, 2023 1:10:57 GMT
Cyr had a bit of a paddle about as Myut washed his hair, swimming back to have a long stretch under the waterfall before disappearing under the water again.
This time, he popped up much closer to Myut, perhaps about three arms lengths away, and rested his folded arms on the side of the pool, looking up at the Greed demon through water-beaded lashes. He pushed his dripping hair out of his face and studied the other thoughtfully. He didn't want to ruin the moment. But. There were so many things he wanted to say. Should he?
"You know..." he said, turning his gaze to the wall because he couldn't bear to keep looking at him. "Demons like me usually do whatever they want whenever they want, and not worry about the details. But..." he turned his golden gaze back to the other. "I'm a selfish sort of person." His voice dropped softer and lower. "I was quite jealous earlier."
He couldn't leave it there though, and a wry smile twisted his mouth as he looked back to the wall. "We all have our vices, after all~"
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Post by Skwidge on Apr 26, 2023 20:09:13 GMT
Or maybe Mew had just socially miscalculated, because Cyr reappeared just a little while later, closer than he had been before and looking at the white-haired demon thoughtfully while Mew finished up rinsing the last of his colorless hair via palmfuls of water and strokes of his fingers throughout. The Greed obediently remained right where he sat so he wouldn’t interrupt the gazing. He was tempted to ask the Lust what was going through his mind, but Cyr beat him to it.
It was his turn to glance thoughtfully, though the larger demon wouldn’t meet his gaze as he began speaking. Myut was admittedly confused as to where this train of thought was leading – he tilted his head curiously as Cyr explained about his natured whims, giving a slight nod and a gentle quirk of his eyebrow as that was what most demons were want to do. He added his conjunction, eyes finally traveling back until golds met greens. Mm, yes, selfish was par for their course. What was he attempting to get across? Meu’s ears were acute to the change in volume on Cyr’s side, until the other demon got to what he assumed was his point in a roundabout sort of way.
Jea…lous?
A confused look gently furrowed Myut’s dark brows. Jealous? Of what? Mew tried to wrack his brain against the events that had transpired throughout that entire day, but Cyr’s statement was simply just too vague. It felt like Cyr had divulged a secret fact to him, but it completely missed its mark – if Cyr was even aiming for one? “I… sorry, when? What of?” Cyr then mentioned vices, which only had Meu lost further. Was he trying to relate with his sin of Greed? But he couldn’t think of any thing that would have caught the gold’s eye, though? Was Cyr referring to his own sin of Lust? Did that mean it had something to do with what had happened with Valramir during the truth game? That was really the last thing he wanted to think about. Why was Cyr telling him this? Was he trying to confide?
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Post by Pieluver on Apr 26, 2023 20:32:56 GMT
He was confused. Cyr felt giddy with nervousness, suddenly so shy, he didn't want to say more but he wanted to say everything all at once. Oh God, why was it so hard to breathe all of a sudden? And why did this half-exposed vulnerability make such delirious bubbles of mischief drift up and up? Was this how Bez felt all the time? Myut was confused, and it was too much to come outright and say it, he couldn't do that, couldn't expose the most tender pieces of his heart (he knew better than to endanger his pride like that) but the utterly foolish desire to do something stupid could not be quashed.
Maybe he was a bit of a fool.
Cyr chuckled, a low, soft sound, and pulled himself closer, gesturing to make Myut lean down to meet him. When the other leaned down, he rested the warm pads of his fingers along the back of his neck, lining up against the gentle golden curve of his spine, and he stretched to whisper in his ear. "I'll give you a treat when you figure it out," he murmured, then let go, a small, coy smile flitting across his face before he had to turn away from embarrassment.
Shit, had he really just done that? A treat? Literally the least smooth thing he'd ever said in his whole life. "Well, I'll...i'll leave you alone," he said, pulling himself dripping from the water. Cyr grabbed his towel, wrapping it around his waist and fleeing for the door.
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Post by Skwidge on May 15, 2023 22:10:42 GMT
All thoughts fled from Myut’s mind when he heard Cyr’s chuckle, and his eyes immediately locked onto the other’s form as he pulled closer yet. The Lust’s hands were moving, making a gesture to come closer? Mew obeyed without hesitation or thought, heartbeat quickly ticking up. Surely it was because he wanted to tell him something secret, right? Definitely not from the sudden strength of the pleasantly musky and floral smells from Cyr’s soap drifting so clearly his way now that the two were this close to one another.
As Meu leaned in, a bemused but terribly curious look on his face, Cyr sealed off whatever distance remained between them. The sounds of the water swishing and dripping as Cyrus parted it was mute and almost nonexistent to Mew’s brain, for he was far too preoccupied by the sudden pressure he felt at the back of his neck where Cyr pressed his fingertips. The Greed’s chest jolted upward a bit in reaction, almost causing him to bump his chin and cheek against the back of the taller’s jawline as the darker-haired demon slid a little ways past so that he could capitalize on the shell of the Greed’s ear.
Cyr’s breath was hot – how Myut could tell in the already sauna-like room was far beyond him – and the way his bath partner murmured such promising words, low and intimate and secretive, Meu almost forgot to actually comprehend what was being spoken. So unique and pleasant was the sound and closeness, a deep shudder rolled down the whole of his body. His brain lagged behind, the momentum seeming to have all gone to his heart as it was suddenly beating out of control. But Cyr pulled back, a kittenish smile flashing across his lips for but a moment before he turned away. That seemed to break the spell and Meu’s mind caught up, but the white-haired lad found himself sorely pressed that he could no longer see Cyr’s face.
Nevertheless, that singular key word shone bright. Treat? That had been a promise. Which was a mistake for Cyr – a pleasing one, no doubt – but those olive-green orbs narrowed with a Greed-laden determination. Unmoving, unshaken, unwavering. Nothing would stop him from getting that. Hell, he didn’t even know what would be the reward behind such a vague word, but the fact that it was a challenge, and even more-so that it was something to be gotten from Cyr, had Meu already basically swearing his life upon it. Curiosity killed the cat, after all. But now he only had a hundred new questions.
Movement from Cyr had his gaze snapping back to reality, catching the tail end of what the other demon had said. Myut grinned. How insufferable – Cyr was going to leave him all alone to try to parse this out all by his lonesome. “There’s no backing out of that~” the Greed called after him with a voice that was mostly playful, but his base tone was one-hundred percent serious. All Meu could do was cross his arms and lean against the warm stone of the pool lip, staring at the path Cyr had taken moments ago before he had slipped out of the door and beyond view.
Meu wasn’t quite sure how much time passed – not very much, in reality – but he let out a sudden grunt and roused himself from the water, body slick with a bit of sweat from the heat and humidity. Now that Cyr wasn’t here anymore and there was no more to be done, he didn’t particularly feel like sticking around. It was beginning to get uncomfortably hot now as well. It was late, anyhow, and it would likely be a good idea to get some sleep in before whatever chaos came knocking on the morrow. If he could sleep. That was awfully mean of Cyr to leave him with such a jumble of thoughts and questions.
Pausing for a moment to hold his breath and quickly dip his body under one last time to rid himself of the built up sweat, Meu let out a loud exhale of air as he surfaced, running a hand to slick back his hair before placing the flats of his palms on the stone edge and using his arms to pull himself up and out of the water. After having hoisted himself out, he sat on the edge with his legs still in the water while he toweled off his hair and gathered up his belongings. Leaving the one towel like a hood over his head, he stood and patted himself down with the second one before fastening it around his waist.
As he padded over to his abandoned pile of clothing and leaned down to pick it up, however, he suddenly felt severely light-headed. It seemed that last little dip had been overkill. The heat had built up too greatly and Myut found himself staggering down to a knee as his vision flickered.
“Shit.”
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Post by Pieluver on May 15, 2023 23:42:31 GMT
Cyr escaped the room into the much cooler hallway beyond, the carpet strange and rough beneath the heat-softened soles of his feet, and hid his face behind his hands. He wasn't sure if the twisting in his heart was excitement or regret, but he felt weak and revitalized at the same time. He'd said more than he'd meant to, but not enough, not enough. He wanted it so bad. Fuck...he could go back in, throw himself at the greed demon's feet and offer himself up. No, no he couldn't. What if he'd misread things? He'd....he'd have to wait until he was more sure...if he made a move and he was rejected, it would be unbearably painful. Especially right now.
Also, he'd left his clothes behind. His hair, his body were dripping onto the floor. Oops. He'd fled a little too soon. He couldn't just turn around and go back in though, that would be embarrassing. So he scrubbed his hair into a dry-ish fluffy mess, toweled down, and then sighed as he wrapped his towel back around his waist. If he left his clothes in that humid space, he'd run out of things to wear all the faster. So he'd have to suck it up and go back in there.
What would he say? He could make a joke. Or he could pretend he hadn't said anything at all.... though Myut's words rang in his ears. No backing out of that. Cyr pressed the side of his hand to his mouth, biting his knuckle thoughtfully. Well, perhaps he should play it by ear?
His nerves steeled, he turned to go back in.
"Forgot my clothes--" he said awkwardly, before properly taking in the situation. He could see the well defined musculature of Myut's back again, but this time, instead of in the water, just his shoulders visible, he could see almost all the way down his spine. Cyr froze, unsure, but when Myut barely stirred, he realized something was wrong.
"Oh..." he gasped, hurrying over. Half-hunched over and looking like he might entirely collapse any moment, Myut's face was pink and his expression dazed.
Overheated? Cyr touched his shoulder, trying to steady him, and found the greed demon's skin burning hot. He swallowed his nervousness down. He needed to get the other demon out of the warm room. Let him lie down somewhere else--his room?
"I've got you," he murmured, grabbing Myut's clothing, along with his own, in one hand, slipping the other under Myut's arm and wrapping it around him, holding tightly as he hoisted him up. The other's head dipped forward, forehead resting against Cyr's jaw. His skin really was burning up. He took a few steps, but it didn't seem the other was aware enough to walk, and the angle was awkward enough that he couldn't just drag him along like this. So Cyr tossed their clothes over his shoulder and gently lowered the white haired man.
He couldn't help but let his eyes wander just a little. His chest, his abdomen...he was so handsome!!!
Cyr turned bright red and averted his gaze again. "Excuse my reach," he murmured as he shifted his grip and adjusted his stance to carefully lift Myut in his arms. He was very heavy. Heavy enough that Cyr probably shouldn't carry him along the water-slicked tiles, but he didn't have much of a choice in that matter. So he very carefully walked forward, gripping Myut with a desperate tightness. If he slipped, he'd hurt him...he couldn't do that.
It was only a few dozen careful steps back to the door that he'd left standing partly open. Perhaps the coolness of the hallway would be enough?
But....how would he put him down? With no way to stabilize himself...what if he dropped him? Cyr stood for a second, calculating the risk of trying to open the other door at the end of the hall so he could deposit him on the couch.
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Post by Skwidge on May 16, 2023 1:11:47 GMT
Myut was no longer aware enough of his surroundings to register Cyr hurrying to his side and steadying him at the shoulder. Couldn’t hear him speak or realize that he had slipped an arm around his back. It did feel extremely unsettling for the moment that Cyr brought him up to his feet, but he subconsciously found great comfort in how solid of a pillar the other demon was. As in, he had been put upright and it caused some mix of vertigo and a very confused rush to the head, but he hadn’t fallen like he feared. But his legs were jelly, and as Cyr tried to take some steps for the two of them, Mew’s feet just sort of dragged along the tile.
This resulted in Cyrus rethinking his strategy, but Mew wasn’t really around for the result as he found his vision blacking out as he actually lost consciousness. Cyr moved to carefully scoop him up, holding him somewhere via the knees and upper back. Despite the slippery floor, the darker demon managed to safely pass the threshold into the cool air of the hallway.
Said breath of cold air did wonders for Myut, as it seemed to shock him back to. With a sharp gasp as his brain could not figure out why none of his body was touching the ground, Meu made a drunken attempt at struggling to physically feel out where he was. Limbs still feeling rather noodly, though, he was unable to summon much strength to push against Cyr’s chest and separate the two of them. Words slurred and overall extremely confused, Meu’s voice came out breathy but desperate at first, “Stop, stop.”
The first ‘stop’ hadn’t been very convincing but the second one had a more commanding nature to it as his vision stopped feeling so fuzzy. He felt sick, though, and that didn’t stop him from trying to doggedly wriggle out of Cyr’s grasp so his feet could touch the floor and thus hopefully make his world stop spinning in the meantime. But, as he did so, he found his feet still lacked enough strength to support the weight of his body. “Shit, no,” Nevermind, “Don’t let go.” He backtracked quickly, stumbling backwards against the nearby wall and Cyr while desperately grasping onto Cyr’s bicep.
The Greed clenched his eyes shut as he suddenly stilled himself, a bit of sense coming back to his brain as he tried to breathe through the last of the dizziness. A few moments later and he opened his eyes once more to see Cyr looking at him concernedly. Like, really close. Holding onto him. His cheeks blushed red as he looked Cyr down from the top of his face to his feet, starting to piece together what had just transpired. Hopefully he could play that off as the heat from the bath.
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Post by Pieluver on May 16, 2023 1:29:02 GMT
Cyr had already not been moving when Myut seemed to suddenly come to, but he did tighten his grip slightly, destabilized by his wiggling. His poor voice was weak and disoriented, though he seemed to slowly regaining his head. Cyr couldn't do much but try to maintain his balance while the other tried to escape his grasp.
"Careful," he warned as he reluctantly let go of the other's legs. Myut seemed fine for a single second, before the greed demon stumbled backwards. Cyr followed, alarmed, arms out to try and catch him. A still hot hand caught his bicep, and Cyr grabbed hold of Myut's waist, his other hand shooting out to stabilize them both against the wall by the white-headed demon.
"I've got you," he murmured again. "I won't let you fall."
Myut still looked rather flushed and disoriented, though. He needed to get back to his room and lie down.
"Can you walk?" He asked, his voice still low, as he was reluctant to pull away until he was sure Myut wouldn't immediately keel over. "I'll take you to bed...er....your bed...er...your room," he stammered.
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Post by Skwidge on May 16, 2023 20:42:07 GMT
Damn. That was still dizziness from the heat exposure, right? Myut had taken Cyr to the wall with him, and thank goodness one of them was steady enough to catch them both. Cyrus even said as much with his sweet and reassuring murmurs, promising that he wouldn’t let Mew go crashing down to the ground. One of Cyr’s larger hands had settled right beside his head against the wall, the Greed just now realized, while the other, he felt, to be holding him by the waist. He hoped the close physicality was a mutual sort of agreement between them, seeing as how his own fingers still adamantly pressed around the thick muscle of the Lust’s upper arm. Otherwise, it might be embarrassing with how he was clinging onto Cy like this. ...Since they were both doing it, it should be alright….
The breath between the two was hot and mingled as Myut shifted his gaze back up to meet Cyr’s golden stare. From behind dark lashes came slow confused blinks in response to being asked if he could walk. Oh. Right. Yeah, that would be good. “Ahm, I think I should-” Mew began, trying to put his weight onto his feet and slide away from Cyr. But honestly, he didn’t feel steady enough to risk it by himself. “No; don’t let go,” he repeated, using the exact same phrasing as before.
“Yes. Please. I really like the sound of that,” Myut breathed out, giving a weak and somewhat demure smile to Cyr’s offer to aid him to the safety and seclusion of his own room. Making the first move this time so things might go a little more smoothly, Meu lifted his free arm to reach over Cyr’s shoulder. Hand now secured at the other’s trapezius, he used Cyr to pull himself up and forward so that he could get into position to lean on him. The momentum finally had the towel hood slipping off his head and onto the floor with a soft plod. Luckily the one around his hips remained - thus far - fairly well-fastened despite all the chaos.
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Post by Pieluver on May 17, 2023 17:30:30 GMT
Cyr straightened to give Myut a little room to reorient, still holding on to his waist just as tightly as the other held his bicep. The greed demon withdrew wobbling like a newborn fawn. 'Don't let go' he said again, though Cyr hadn't moved at all, his other hand out to catch Myut of he fell, and the lust demon had a strong, sudden urge to scoop him up and carry him back to his room himself. The weak little smile, the look through his pale lashes...
"That's it," he said softly as Myut maneuvered to lean on him properly again, shifting his hand to support his back properly. His heart throbbed in his chest. It was wrong to feel this way, but he wanted to stamp the silky warmth of the other's skin into his mind.
Ah, the pleasurable torture of yearning for something he shouldn't have. As badly as he longed to ruin or be ruined, he would not. Forcing things would only hurt them both. Wasn't that how it always ended up?
He carefully moved forward, letting Myut set the pace, trying hard to focus on what was in front of him instead of...anything else. "If you need to rest," he whispered as they paused at the door at the end of the hall, "tell me."
The fire had fallen to embers, and though Cyr couldn't see anyone lingering about, their rooms were all open and it wouldnt be hard for someone to spy if they heard a noise. Where had that other towel gone? Suddenly, facing the potential of other's seeing the sweat-gleamed planes of the greed demon's body, it seemed better for him to cover up. But they'd lost the towel that he'd been wearing like a cowl.
Again, the urge to scoop him up and cross no-man's-land rose up, but Cyr restrained himself, following the other's pace as he supported him towards his room.
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Post by Skwidge on May 17, 2023 23:56:36 GMT
Meu was not used to being vulnerable in front of someone else; in fact, this may have been the first time in decades. It should have put him on high alert and right on edge, but for some reason, consciously he recognized a sort of weird fuzzy and heightened feeling rather than what would normally manifest as dread or aggression. Every encounter with this ebony-haired demon never seemed to fail to deliver some new sort of effect he’d never quite experienced before. It only fueled the Greed’s eagerness to engage more and more with him.
For now, though, it was of the utmost importance to get somewhere to lie down and give his brain a chance to reboot after it had short circuited due to the heat. It still very much felt a jumbled mess and trying to think about these feelings in this state felt far too complex and out of reach. He was appreciative of the patience the other showed and conscious enough now to feel a flush redden his cheeks due to the close skin-on-skin contact between parts of their chests. Things not to think on – too hard to do so. In any case, there was quick relief to be had on that front as Cyr slid a hand around his back toward the shoulders and Myut could now lean against Cyrus’ side due to the maneuvering.
The first few steps were wobbly going, and Mew felt very conscious over how heavy he was to be resting all of his weight on Cyr and trusting the other demon to remain sturdy. Cyr was reliable, though – understandably since he was just as well built as Meu was if not more-so – and they got a rhythm down quickly. It certainly didn’t feel unnatural or uneven, like Myut had initially expected it to be. Cyrus paused at the door to speak quietly to him before turning the handle. Meu simply nodded, still feeling a bit embarrassed over the whole thing.
The empty great room was a huge relief. That meant there was no one to witness him in such an exposed state. Perhaps he could hide behind Cyr’s larger body if anyone did show up. He hated the thought of any of the others seeing him like this. Fortunately, the walk into his room was uneventful.
Lessening his weight on Cyr as they crossed the threshold and took a step or two further in together, Meu let out a breath of relief and a quiet thanks to his savior, making to move from Cyr so that he could get to the bed and grip onto one of the bedposts. Upon successfully reaching his goal, Myut turned around to look back at the other demon. “I… really appreciate it…,” he huffed out, feeling nominally worn out. As if to prove his point, Mew let his head droop a bit to the side and inhaled a deep breath.
Unfortunately, with the stretching of his torso that came with that breath, and on top of all the shuffling, the cloth around his waist threw in the towel. The tuck that he had previously secured when he first got out of the bath loosened undone, and the towel itself began to slip from his hips. It didn’t get disastrously far, as Myut managed to, with a clumsy jolt of his hand, catch it in time to keep himself from going totally bare. He clutched the material in a fistful just above his groin, the cloth draping down in a way to just keep him modest.
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Post by Pieluver on May 18, 2023 0:27:16 GMT
Cyr held on to Myut's arm as the other strove away from him, reaching for his bedpost. He reluctantly let go when the other seemed steady on his feet, offering a small, slightly shy smile, unable to meet his eye now. "Don't worry about it," he said. "I'm glad I had to come back for my--"
As Myut jolted, he instinctively reached out to catch him, only for his brain to process a moment later what happened. He straightened abruptly, his face turning pink. "Ah..." he started to say, his voice sticking in his throat as he averted his gaze further. He hadn't caught an eyeful, but the way Myut was standing there, holding the towel....
"Here's your clothes," he said, hastily tossing the bundle of clothes--both his and Myut's--onto the bed. "Uh...lie down, let me get you some water before I give you some space," he said, hastily pacing deeper into the room to look for a cup. Mostly so he could turn his back to the other, his hand nervously going to hold his own precariously wrapped towel.
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Post by Skwidge on May 18, 2023 20:06:58 GMT
At this point Meu didn’t even bother to look up. With both hands rather preoccupied now, he couldn’t exactly fix the towel either lest he risk falling over or revealing himself further. His gaze did flicker up mutely when he heard Cyr offering him his garments, but all Mew got was an eyeful of clothes rather than the Lust demon’s face. Probably for the best. When he looked back over, said man had already turned around to give Meu some privacy to fix the situation, even offering to get him a glass of water to boot.
The little pile that now lay haphazardly next to him consisted of clothes previously worn, which firstly was a rather unappealing prospect and secondly Meu wasn’t about to try to dress himself in this state anyway. So he took Cyr’s suggestion to heart, and, glancing over his shoulder at the other’s back to ensure he was safe to do so, Mew slid along the edge of the mattress to get to the head of the bed and slip under the sheets, towel abandoned.
It was a huge relief. The Greed reclined back against the pillows he had neatly stacked earlier that morning. He hadn’t disappeared fully beneath the covers since Cyr had mentioned a drink to be had, which Meu knew he should definitely take advantage of. No doubt he was at risk of dehydration. His throat felt damned parched, that was for sure. Vaguely running a hand through his hair, Mew let his eyes close for a moment or two as he waited for Cyr to return.
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Post by Pieluver on May 18, 2023 20:17:24 GMT
Cyr carefully did not look back, though he could hear Myut shuffling around. He managed to find a teacup sitting out, so he took it into the bathroom, rinsed it out, and then refilled it with cool water from the sink. He poked his head back out cautiously. Ah, the greed demon was lying down now. Good. Covered by blankets. Good. Yes.
Myut cautiously drew closer, and seeing the other's eyes closed, tried to make a little noise so he wouldn't startle him.
"Here," he said as he approached the side of the bed. "Drink?" He wasn't sure whether Myut had enough coordination to drink on his own right now, or if he should help him, so his hand hung out in the inbetween and he studied Myut's face as if he could find an answer between his brows.
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Post by Skwidge on May 18, 2023 21:14:04 GMT
The sound of the water running in the connected bathroom seemed distant. Meu didn’t stir when the tap was shut off either, even though he should be expecting Cyr. Luckily his guest was considerate enough to make some noise much closer to him as he drew near. The Lust’s rich, pleasant voice broke the silence, and Myut drew his eyelids open to comfortably watch him.
Mew reached out, fingers bumping into and sliding against Cyr’s around the cup. He leaned forward further so there would be less of a distance between his lips and the cup. He took the teacup but didn’t withdraw far, keeping close to Cyr in case he ended up dropping the precious china. The last thing he needed was another bath. He drank long and deep, olive hued gaze naturally lifting to seek Cyr’s, hoping to confirm that the other would be watching to make sure his fingers didn’t lose their grip on the porcelain. The water was extremely refreshing, and all too soon Myut found the cup empty. It was unfortunate, but he’d live -- he was too nervous to ask Cyr for a refill. Despite this, a soft whoosh of breath left his lips with satisfaction after he had finished drinking.
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