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]

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.

[ramuhs]

I thought you enjoyed it when I carried you.

[garudas]

I do.

[Said matter-of-factly, and she's going to stretch forward to retrieve her tea, burying her grin into it so that she appears more Serious.]

But only when it ends in fun, not you pressing an ice pack to my leg and insisting that I rest.

[ramuhs]

And that is exactly what you will need and do.

[Alas, no spicy cuddling tonight. And he will rise up so he can go ahead and get the ice pack ready.]

[garudas]

[What about just regular cuddling?]

And you are going to keep my lonely little soul company, aren't you?

[ramuhs]

[Maybe... But also dangerous.]

I'll even read you a book and bring you dinner.

[A wry grin as he comes back with ice wrapped up in a towel for her to use.]

But you also have that headache. Need anything more for it?

[garudas]

[Exactly. That's how it starts, and how she gets what she wants in the end.

But when he comes back, she takes the ice pack, but doesn't bother to place it on her leg just yet.]

No, I believe a nap will be all I need. So long as you join me. Read me a book until I fall asleep.

[That last part is clearly a joke. Please don't read her a bedtime story—]

[ramuhs]

[Oh but his gleam at that.]

Shall I? Perhaps that one book you enjoy so much, about the sailor and maid.

[One of her hidden books.]

[garudas]

[She laughs out loud at that one before she beckons to him, signaling to pick her up.]

Oh, you've read it, have you? Then you know that it will not end in my napping.

[ramuhs]

[He chuckles as he takes his last sip of tea.]

It would have to since you are resting.

[And then after setting his cup down, he will answer her beckons and pull her over into his lap before standing.]

[garudas]

Then I suggest you choose another book.

[As she slides onto his lap and allows herself to be picked up, arms slinking around his neck so that she can nuzzle close.]

You may tell me all about this King and his Queen instead.

[ramuhs]

Oh? And what kind of story about them?

[He asks as he carries his queen to their room where he can gently place her on the bed. Even fluff up her pillow to relax.]

[garudas]

[Oh, what a gentleman. She should "hurt" her leg more often. (As if he wouldn't do this any other day—)

As he sets her down, she'll drag him with her once he's finished fluffing her pillow.]

Mm, I'd love to know the story of how they met.

[ramuhs]

[And down he goes, but he settles in beside her, one arm propped up to rest his head against his hand as he looks at her.]

Well I might need some assistance in that. What would his queen have been doing before?

[garudas]

[Her face lights up with surprise, and she hums thoughtfully.]

What exactly is it that queen's do? I suppose... learning how to wield a sword. Or perhaps she would already know how? Picking apples?