closed 🪶⚡ all i really, really ever want is under the mistletoe

[garudas]

Who: Cidolfus Telamon & Benedikta Harman.
Status: Closed.
Where: Around places.
What: Cid and Benedikta follow a lead and sneak into a fancy holiday party. Event stuff TBA.
Warnings: it's them, what do you want from me



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[garudas]

Because it was warm. There is a difference.

[Though she does press her hand to his chest, splaying her fingers across it fondly.]

But I had thought of that. I'd wondered if I would tear your coat, and a shame that would have been. I doubt the magic would have been so kind as to throw me out of there before it did.

[ramuhs]

Unlikely.

[His gaze softens before he glances at her barely touched cup.]

But go ahead and drink and rest.

[garudas]

You too, Cidolfus. You had a long day saving your queen from her treacherous foe.

[A teasing smile, and she relaxes back against the couch, slowly lifting her legs to rest over his lap.]

[ramuhs]

[A small huff as he reaches over for his own mug to enjoy his tea. Even if he prefers coffee much more now, he would never stop drinking tea, especially when he wants something more calming.]

His queen is still owed a prize, and she owes him one in return.

[garudas]

[That gets an amused arch of her brow.]

Oh? What prizes would you like to claim?

[ramuhs]

Hmm... Perhaps a meal of some sort made by her own hands...

[She should be able to guess—but maybe he's thinking of something different???]

[garudas]

A meal, or a cake...

[She lifts her head from the back of the couch to shoot him a pointed look, but her lip quirks up.]

What about something that I can give you right now?

[ramuhs]

Depends what that something is and if it's something I already receive plenty of.

[A light smirk.]

[garudas]

It is your victory, I thought you were choosing the prize?

[She rolls her shoulder in a shrug, her nose crinkling slightly when a little bit of pain shoots through her leg.]

I could choose one for you, if you'd like.

[ramuhs]

[That small change in her expression doesn't go by unnoticed, and there will be a moment as if he's contemplating something.]

Well if there were one thing...

[He leans in very close, close that they could kiss...]

It would have you being more honest.

[A sterner look before his hand suddenly reaches down to her injured leg and squeezes it.]

[garudas]

[She lowers her cup when he moves in, like she is expecting a kiss...

...

....

Only to be disappointed when his expression shifts, and she jerks her leg when he squeezes it instead, making another dull ache surge through it. It didn't hurt, it was more startling than anything.]

Cidolfus—!

[She protests, her face twisting into a mix between a pout and a deeper frown that fades after only a few seconds.]

... It only hurts a little.

[ramuhs]

A little? Enough for you to keep wincing every so often?

Take off your pants.

[garudas]

What!?

[Great Greagor, this is so unsexy.]

You do not need to do anything...!

[But she's doing it anyway, setting her cup down to start unlacing her pants... Ugh!!]

[ramuhs]

[And he is setting down his own cup before he sits back and crosses his arm over his chest, waiting with his eyes focused on that leg.]

[garudas]

Are you just going to—

[She stops herself with a little grumble, and continues to remove her pants, feeling all the more awkward having to do this herself. And here on the couch, too. This is not how she wanted today to end!

And when she does finally kick off the one leg that is bothering her, leaving the other out of petulant stubbornness, he'll see a light bruise forming roughly in the same place that the bird had grabbed the little balloon Garuda's leg.]

[ramuhs]

[His expression hardens more when he sees that bruise. Albeit lighter than it could have been, it's still proof that those injuries did carry over.]

And you really weren't going to say anything? You know I would have found out eventually.

[garudas]

[Pouting. More pouting because she knows he's right.]

It's not as if it hurts enough that it will bother me. And by the time you found out, the pain would have faded anyway.

[ramuhs]

Would it?

[He's going to reach for her leg again, but this time he is more careful about it as he gently examines the entire area.]

How deep is it?

[garudas]

[She just sits back and lets him examine it, but she does arch a brow at his question. She does hiss a little when he touches it, though.]

Not deep enough that it had bled. It is and has been merely a bruise... A little ice over it should do the trick.

[ramuhs]

I meant if it's deeper in the muscle.

[Though he is relieved that it didn't bleed, he's still not happy.]

Look, it's hurting where it hasn't even bruised yet.

[But really, she probably is right. Just some ice and some pain relieving cream would like do it.

Doesn't mean he's not going to fuss over her about it.]

[garudas]

[She crinkles her nose at him.]

It is likely that it is, but I would not worry so much, Cidolfus.

[There's a pause as she looks him over, watching him examine it with that little frown between his brows. He really does fuss over her far too much.]

You are not going to insist on carrying me to bed, are you?

[ramuhs]

[......

The silence and slight clearing of his throat is probably answer enough—]

[garudas]

[She glares at him, but it soon breaks into a bit of a smile.]

I can walk on my own. How do you suppose I got all the way to the couch.

[ramuhs]

With a hobble.

[garudas]

[She cringes at that. She hates it when he's right.]

Fine, you may carry me this once. Not exactly my idea of fun when being carried into the bedroom, you know.