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open | brain heat meme
WHO: Anyone
WHAT: Nightmares, slumber parties, etc.
WHEN: Throughout Justinian
WHERE: Kirkwall and surrounding areas
NOTES: Ignore the first prompt if you're bothered by bugs. Also, while this is primarily to help people RP about their nightmares, feel free to use it for any kind of RP you want. (I.e., you have permission to set up a truth or dare game at the slumber party.) Talk about dreams OOC over here
WHAT: Nightmares, slumber parties, etc.
WHEN: Throughout Justinian
WHERE: Kirkwall and surrounding areas
NOTES: Ignore the first prompt if you're bothered by bugs. Also, while this is primarily to help people RP about their nightmares, feel free to use it for any kind of RP you want. (I.e., you have permission to set up a truth or dare game at the slumber party.) Talk about dreams OOC over here
This month, our heroes' sleep is getting more and more troubled. Here are some excuses to write about it.
I. SLUMBER PARTY: Mid-month, an infestation of hardy, prolific Antivan fleas requires everyone to avoid spending prolonged periods of time in their bedrooms while local alchemist Lloyd Meyers eradicates the bugs with his proprietary smoke bombs (and an equally proprietary flea bath for the Gallows' many pets). While the rooms air out for two or three nights post-treatment, bed rolls are available on the floor of the unstaffed dining hall. Sleeping outside in the courtyards is also an option, but a sudden squall of a thunderstorm will drive people inside on the second night.
Footnote: Characters who live in the city are welcome to join this slumber party anyway. Maybe they miss the ferry ashore, maybe they're afraid of tracking fleas into their own homes, maybe they already did track fleas into their homes and Lloyd is treating them too, etc.
II. ROOM SHARE: Does the thought of sleeping in the dining hall with all of your coworkers make you break out in hives? Have you missed the ferry on any other evening of the month? Lowtown has inns, and Riftwatch has a docks-side warehouse with a few side rooms outfitted as bedrooms. But there are only so many rooms available, so you might wind up sharing a room (or a bed) with a friend or whoever is nearby and desperate.
III. CAT NAP: A lack of sleep—whether it be from the nightmares, the workload, routine insomnia, or staying up too late playing Truth or Dare during the Antivan Flea Incident—might make a cat nap on a desk, in a reading nook, or over breakfast particularly appealing. And bad dreams don't need more than a few minutes to get rolling.
IV. CAMP OUT: Investigating reports of enemy scouts in the mountains, traveling along the roads to a neighboring city-state on a diplomatic errand, looking into reports of weird magic on the Wounded Coast, or heading north to provide some assistance to the war effort? All might require pitching a tent and bunking down for the night with your colleague, whether you like them or loathe them.
V. NORMAL NIGHT: If you’re already sharing a room or bed with someone, you don't need this post. But you can still use it for your nightmare threads.
VI. BETTER IDEA: Do whatever you want. Live your dreams.
I. SLUMBER PARTY: Mid-month, an infestation of hardy, prolific Antivan fleas requires everyone to avoid spending prolonged periods of time in their bedrooms while local alchemist Lloyd Meyers eradicates the bugs with his proprietary smoke bombs (and an equally proprietary flea bath for the Gallows' many pets). While the rooms air out for two or three nights post-treatment, bed rolls are available on the floor of the unstaffed dining hall. Sleeping outside in the courtyards is also an option, but a sudden squall of a thunderstorm will drive people inside on the second night.
Footnote: Characters who live in the city are welcome to join this slumber party anyway. Maybe they miss the ferry ashore, maybe they're afraid of tracking fleas into their own homes, maybe they already did track fleas into their homes and Lloyd is treating them too, etc.
II. ROOM SHARE: Does the thought of sleeping in the dining hall with all of your coworkers make you break out in hives? Have you missed the ferry on any other evening of the month? Lowtown has inns, and Riftwatch has a docks-side warehouse with a few side rooms outfitted as bedrooms. But there are only so many rooms available, so you might wind up sharing a room (or a bed) with a friend or whoever is nearby and desperate.
III. CAT NAP: A lack of sleep—whether it be from the nightmares, the workload, routine insomnia, or staying up too late playing Truth or Dare during the Antivan Flea Incident—might make a cat nap on a desk, in a reading nook, or over breakfast particularly appealing. And bad dreams don't need more than a few minutes to get rolling.
IV. CAMP OUT: Investigating reports of enemy scouts in the mountains, traveling along the roads to a neighboring city-state on a diplomatic errand, looking into reports of weird magic on the Wounded Coast, or heading north to provide some assistance to the war effort? All might require pitching a tent and bunking down for the night with your colleague, whether you like them or loathe them.
V. NORMAL NIGHT: If you’re already sharing a room or bed with someone, you don't need this post. But you can still use it for your nightmare threads.
VI. BETTER IDEA: Do whatever you want. Live your dreams.
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But then he says, again, "I believe you," and pauses over it. He can see her well enough in the dark, takes advantage of that to study her face, her eyes, hand sweeping her hair back and then settling high on her neck. "More than most. More than anyone, maybe."
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The hesitation isn't necessarily for the sentiment itself, but because surely Loxley has others. He should have others, who would do whatever it took to keep him close, who would never leave him behind. Loxley should have dozens of people he could trust for that.
She puts a soft, slow kiss to his mouth again, hand lowering to cup his cheek. Thumb rubbing lightly at the bristle of beard and smooth rise of his cheekbone when she draws back. Uncertain of what to say, because Thank you feels misplaced, so the light kisses she trades him will make the point for her.
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His heart is beating a little faster than previously. Not quite being chased by a swarm of skeleton bats fast, but there.
When there's a break, he says, "I wish there was something I could promise you," because what can there be? "Only that I'll be there as well."
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How could there be any doubt? Loxley has already more than demonstrated that sentiment to her. There are Crows in Antiva who could attest to it.
And he'd let her in that night, when Holden had vanished.
Derrica has already weighed all of this up, studied the picture it created. There's no confusion about how much she can rely on Loxley. He's made this promise already, in all the ways it mattered.
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No, he doesn't say that, and not saying would feel deceptive if her certainty didn't warm him, and have him smile up at her. He says, "Good," and adds, "And I'm really hard to kill," because he needs to say something to relieve his own tension, and a little humour as a treat is a good enough outlet.
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It is a blessing that so much of Riftwatch is made up of very durable people, considering their dwindling number of healers.
She's not excused from worrying, but it feels less like tossing dice every time people set out for missions or surveying or whatever other assignments crop up. They all usually come back in one piece.
"It's one of my favorite things in a person," she continues, twirling one unruly curl around her finger. "Among other things."
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Lifting his head again to kiss her in much the same way they have been, gentle and sweetly, and then a little more insistent. An invitation, if she wants it. (Wouldn't it be nice, not to sleep.)
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Derrica warms to it, tension washing from her body as she kisses him back. Fingers tighten and loosen in his hair. Lets the warmth of him and the sound of his breath and the rise and fall of his chest beneath her chase their shared nightmares to the corner of the room.
"You're so good," she tells him, something so true that it bears repeating. And then, in answer to that unspoken offering, "Yes."