Who: Percival (tzaraisen) & Others What: Catchall for the rest of December + Eventual Gala stuff When: December Where: Wherever Warning(s): None yet! Will warn in threads if necessary.
[ This has all gotten fairly out of control pretty quickly. Percival feels more than sees what is happening, since he's taken care to turn the lights off beforehand, but that doesn't mean he doesn't fight valiantly.
The position that they end up in shouldn't be surprising, since there's only one direction a human body hellbent on staying with the blanket could end up, but it still makes Percival exhale with breath when he feels the weight on his chest.
He looks down, and Cain looks... pretty ridiculous. The both of them look like hoarding squirrels, and the result is that neither of them have ended up with any amount of acceptable blanket at all.
Percival is dead silent for a long moment, and then he turns away from Cain's gaze to bury his face in the nearest pillow.
It would be easy to assume that he's embarrassed and doesn't want to show his face, and yes, he is, but his body is also shaking lightly with amusement.
[ Cain eyes Percival and his shaking shoulders warily. There's no way Percival's crying, and it could just be that Percival's so overcome with his irritation or embarrassment that he can't even look at Cain anymore, but... But if that were the case, wouldn't Percival be trying to shove him out of the bed, instead?
He narrows his eyes, props himself up, and leans in for a closer look. The disheveled mess of his hair falls into his eyes, no doubt making Cain look even more ridiculous.
Then he pokes Percival's cheek. ]
Are you laughing? [ There's something like awe in his voice, or maybe a bit of wonder. Proof that Percival has a sense of humor! It's a red-letter day! ]
[ The moment is brief, however much he couldn't help it, and he struggles with how to respond to being found out, because the last thing he wants to do is reinforce this behavior!
When he re-emerges his laughter has been stifled, but he's still red in the face, and he shifts quickly to reverse their positions. Now, Percival is pressing a good amount of his body weight, effectively pinning Cain down and suppressing a grin. ]
Go to sleep.
[ He will, for his part, find a comfortable way to rest like this, moving a bit more to the side so he's not completely crushing the other man. ]
[ Cain's laughing himself as he squirms beneath Percival, unable to escape the man's weight. Not that Cain's trying particularly hard, not employing any of the tricks he might use if Percival were a real enemy, but still, it's no true attempt for freedom at all.
It's also not any sort of attempt to go to sleep as directed. ]
[ Briefly, Cain considers the merits of wriggling in earnest in a true bid for freedom. But he's comfortable, he's in bed and Percival is trying to keep him there rather than kick him out of it, and Percival is nice and warm, if a bit heavy. It's enough to make Cain drowsy again, and with a sigh, he subsides into Percival's hold with only one last bat at Percival's arm before he goes still. ]
You had fun. [ He sounds inexpressibly smug about that fact as he snuggles into the pillows. ] Sweet dreams, Percival.
[ Now, he eases up on the vice-like hold, relaxing and growing silent and considerably more relaxed. Percival didn't consider the type to willingly share a bed, and had done so only out of necessity when Siegfried was in El Nysa. Even now, one could make the argument that nothing about this was out of his own will.
But he has ceased his complaints.
Curiously, the nightmares he's plagued with at times have diminished in frequency recently.
He is, at least, comfortable enough that he settles his chin in the space between the pillow and Cain's shoulder, gradually drifting. ]
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The position that they end up in shouldn't be surprising, since there's only one direction a human body hellbent on staying with the blanket could end up, but it still makes Percival exhale with breath when he feels the weight on his chest.
He looks down, and Cain looks... pretty ridiculous. The both of them look like hoarding squirrels, and the result is that neither of them have ended up with any amount of acceptable blanket at all.
Percival is dead silent for a long moment, and then he turns away from Cain's gaze to bury his face in the nearest pillow.
It would be easy to assume that he's embarrassed and doesn't want to show his face, and yes, he is, but his body is also shaking lightly with amusement.
This is... kinda funny. ]
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He narrows his eyes, props himself up, and leans in for a closer look. The disheveled mess of his hair falls into his eyes, no doubt making Cain look even more ridiculous.
Then he pokes Percival's cheek. ]
Are you laughing? [ There's something like awe in his voice, or maybe a bit of wonder. Proof that Percival has a sense of humor! It's a red-letter day! ]
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When he re-emerges his laughter has been stifled, but he's still red in the face, and he shifts quickly to reverse their positions. Now, Percival is pressing a good amount of his body weight, effectively pinning Cain down and suppressing a grin. ]
Go to sleep.
[ He will, for his part, find a comfortable way to rest like this, moving a bit more to the side so he's not completely crushing the other man. ]
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[ Cain's laughing himself as he squirms beneath Percival, unable to escape the man's weight. Not that Cain's trying particularly hard, not employing any of the tricks he might use if Percival were a real enemy, but still, it's no true attempt for freedom at all.
It's also not any sort of attempt to go to sleep as directed. ]
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[ He is, of course, making a big show of wanting to go to sleep but being unable to because someone is still insisting on being difficult.
He wraps his arms and legs around Cain's body and holds him in place now, looking something like an octopus holding prey. ]
Good night.
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You had fun. [ He sounds inexpressibly smug about that fact as he snuggles into the pillows. ] Sweet dreams, Percival.
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But he has ceased his complaints.
Curiously, the nightmares he's plagued with at times have diminished in frequency recently.
He is, at least, comfortable enough that he settles his chin in the space between the pillow and Cain's shoulder, gradually drifting. ]