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overjoyed_logs2017-01-22 01:06 am
inksplashes) wrote in overjoyed_logs2017-01-22 01:06 am
Entry tags:
closed | safer waters
Who: Lavi & Kanda
Where: Leith/Noah (their ship).
When: W3D7
Summary: What happens when you add paranoid delusions and manic hallucinations to an already strained relationship?
Restrictions/Warnings: Craaaaaazy going on; Kanda has a foul mouth, will edit accordingly.
Continued from here.
[ He sleeps, though he does not rest. Bouts of gray slumber pass so dark and deep that time ceases to exist or function, his moments of wakefulness punctuated by confusion and haze. He tries, with each successive waking, to find his place in this world and gather his bearings, but all too quickly the ground beneath him crumbles, the cruel hands of disease dragging him back out to murky seas.
He pushes through the dark waters one final time, rising with the gasp of a man suffocated, his heart pounding, his hands shaking. Lashes flutter in tandem to blind movement, body shifting, upright and dizzy--
(He's in a place that's foreign, a bed that isn't his, and there's the sound of breath beside him, soft and shallow.)
In the space of a blink, he calms his body, wide-eyed gaze roving around the room, panic dissipating, tremors subsiding. He turns his head slowly, swallows back a second gasp at the sight of person warming the covers around him.
("Of course it would be Yu," a voice of reason says, "This is his room."
But that voice has no place in his mind just now, illness swiftly quieting and smothering it.)
Lavi draws a few more measured breaths to ease the frantic energy built within him, his lungs shuddering softly. The sight of his partner stirring from the sleep he so badly needs sends a wave of guilt over him, rebuking him.
There's something else too, beneath that guilt, something warm and anxious and--
(Long lashes like dark silk kissing pale skin, lips barely parted to allow the passage of breath, hair a frame of soft ink around chiseled features.)
One hand rises to cage the still shaky breath, an apology readying at his mouth, but his voice is drowned out as a second whisper enters his mind, sharper than the last, darker. So close and seemingly real he can feel the murmur of lips at his ear.
("He's breaking you," it says, "Making you look at him like that.")
No, he thinks in protest, hands lifting to shield his ears from the brush of teeth felt on his skin, it's not like that, he just--
("Fool," the whisper grows to an angry edge, a savage tenor, the teeth still sharp against his ears despite the hands caging them, "He wants you to fail. He's trying to make you forget what you are. Look at yourself--look where he's brought you.")
Lavi complies, taking a second look around the room and the bed he's in, fingers lowering to knot in the sheets before he throws them off.
The voice is right. He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't look at Yu like that. It isn't his place.
("You need to leave," the voice tells him, calmer now, pleased with his obedience. Lavi wants to obey it, trusts it. It's always been there for him, hasn't it? Telling him where to go, how to act--it knows best.)
Blue eyes meet green and his breath stalls out again, trapped in his chest.
Yes, he agrees, I have to leave. ]
Where: Leith/Noah (their ship).
When: W3D7
Summary: What happens when you add paranoid delusions and manic hallucinations to an already strained relationship?
Restrictions/Warnings: Craaaaaazy going on; Kanda has a foul mouth, will edit accordingly.
Continued from here.
[ He sleeps, though he does not rest. Bouts of gray slumber pass so dark and deep that time ceases to exist or function, his moments of wakefulness punctuated by confusion and haze. He tries, with each successive waking, to find his place in this world and gather his bearings, but all too quickly the ground beneath him crumbles, the cruel hands of disease dragging him back out to murky seas.
He pushes through the dark waters one final time, rising with the gasp of a man suffocated, his heart pounding, his hands shaking. Lashes flutter in tandem to blind movement, body shifting, upright and dizzy--
(He's in a place that's foreign, a bed that isn't his, and there's the sound of breath beside him, soft and shallow.)
In the space of a blink, he calms his body, wide-eyed gaze roving around the room, panic dissipating, tremors subsiding. He turns his head slowly, swallows back a second gasp at the sight of person warming the covers around him.
("Of course it would be Yu," a voice of reason says, "This is his room."
But that voice has no place in his mind just now, illness swiftly quieting and smothering it.)
Lavi draws a few more measured breaths to ease the frantic energy built within him, his lungs shuddering softly. The sight of his partner stirring from the sleep he so badly needs sends a wave of guilt over him, rebuking him.
There's something else too, beneath that guilt, something warm and anxious and--
(Long lashes like dark silk kissing pale skin, lips barely parted to allow the passage of breath, hair a frame of soft ink around chiseled features.)
One hand rises to cage the still shaky breath, an apology readying at his mouth, but his voice is drowned out as a second whisper enters his mind, sharper than the last, darker. So close and seemingly real he can feel the murmur of lips at his ear.
("He's breaking you," it says, "Making you look at him like that.")
No, he thinks in protest, hands lifting to shield his ears from the brush of teeth felt on his skin, it's not like that, he just--
("Fool," the whisper grows to an angry edge, a savage tenor, the teeth still sharp against his ears despite the hands caging them, "He wants you to fail. He's trying to make you forget what you are. Look at yourself--look where he's brought you.")
Lavi complies, taking a second look around the room and the bed he's in, fingers lowering to knot in the sheets before he throws them off.
The voice is right. He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't look at Yu like that. It isn't his place.
("You need to leave," the voice tells him, calmer now, pleased with his obedience. Lavi wants to obey it, trusts it. It's always been there for him, hasn't it? Telling him where to go, how to act--it knows best.)
Blue eyes meet green and his breath stalls out again, trapped in his chest.
Yes, he agrees, I have to leave. ]
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No, that's inaccurate. He doesn't mind. He cares so much that his body trembles under the gravity of it, that his heart feels raw with the effort to hold as much of it as he can. Over and over he repeats the words to himself, a mantra which begins uncertain and hardens into pieces of resolve with each revolution: I am in love.
They should be damning, those words. They should take the breath from him, but they’re much too late, much too slow for that. How could they take a thing from him when it’s already been claimed by Yu? When the air he breathes is the borrowed magic of the other man’s presence, of his touch and his whispered laughter?
So instead of spurring recoil, they spark drive and demand, ricocheting against the cascading waves of want sliding down his spine. When his steps fall a little too slowly over the threshold of the room and Yu gains more distance than he’d like, Lavi growls without reservation, the sound warning and low.
Don’t you dare, are the words he’d say if his lips were not otherwise occupied exploring the temple of Yu's mouth, tongues sliding against one another, sometimes delicately, sometimes with unabashed hunger. When the bed enters his periphery, he flicks his tongue against the cavern of Yu’s mouth like a motion of beckoning, drawing away with a ragged gasp and frustrated groan.
It shouldn’t be possible for the body to disagree on so many impulses. To yearn for the excitement of lust while demanding the reprieve of rest.
To hell with this fever, he thinks bitterly, clambering onto the bed and pulling Yu along with him without any opportunities for protest. From the moment they touch the mattress, he tangles himself in Yu’s limbs, his knee sliding between thighs, every surface of him pressed to every surface available.
It’s sweet torture, this agony of a desire he hasn’t the strength to satiate, and it is absolutely exquisite in its magnitude.
Kiss bruised lips pulled into a weak smile, he brushes the back of knuckles across Yu's cheek, lightly smoothing away bangs. Though he isn't willing to utter his mantra aloud, it's written on his face, in the affection of his whisper. ]
Stay with me until I fall asleep? I feel like I have so much to tell you but I don't know what to say. You're beautiful. I want you. I'm sleepy. I want you.
[ A pause before he laughs softly, leaning forward to place a tortuously chaste kiss against Yu's cheek. ]
Actually, that about covers it. I want a nap and you.
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The last thing he wants to do sleep.
But what he wanted and what Lavi needed just then were two very different things, and so despite the way fingers teased along skin, the feel of those knuckles, that kiss, brushing his cheek, despite the way Lavi was trying to drive him crazy with a damned knee - he groaned and slid to the side, tucked himself against Lavi.
Legs tangled, arm thrown with a lazy carelessness across his partner's chest, he lay there, propped on an elbow to look down at Lavi.]
You're an idiot, so sleep. You need it.
[He hesitates a moment before leaning back down, noses brushing and lips hovering over lips, a tease to both their senses, a small smile curving his lips.]
You're going to need it, because I want this. You. So take your damned nap - I'll be here when you wake.
/fin
A lazy smile, part relaxed and part weak, quirks under the warmth of lips again, a teasing shiver whispering along his nerves in ready subservience to encroaching sleep.
He murmurs, lashes weighing heavy-- ]
Better be. You promised.
[ And I'm gonna hold you to it, he thinks, turning slightly to bury his face in the dark shroud of hair and breathe deep. Just a nap..
.. which will twist into hours upon hours, and when he wakes, he will be sure that he's missing something as critical to his heart as the blood that moves through it, but he won't be able to find it again.
Even if it's right beside him. ]