I have some robes lying around, but they're short. So yeah, I'd need you to pick food up and bring it back here, but if I go to Heimr's and get groceries in advance, it's not like we'd run out before the week was up.
[Looking at Ras... wondering what Ras would look like with a tail...
[ From where Ras is, he puts his hands on his head, right against his temples. He then closes all his fingers inward, sans his pointers, to make "horns" on his head. Then he goes over to Vildred, and settles these hand-horns against his temples instead. ]
[Ooh you know what this is So not solving the issues he's been having with cute aggression over Ras. They were a bit softer, a bit more muted, when they first arrived, but they've been ramping out of control lately. Hhh.]
I doubt they'll be as small as your hands, though. [haha ras smol. But Vildred is raising his hands up to hold onto Ras', his much larger ones practically enveloping the Covenant's.] Everyone that gets those has huge horns. The tailor, and that, [disdainfully:] fire guy from the bakery, to name a few examples.
...Mister Flamebringer? He has a couple sets of horns... [ Ras may or may not have poked one while he was sitting on his lap- ]
Regardless, people may assume you to be Suin when we go back home. It might be funny to explain to people how you got them from a dragon... Especially since they tend to steer clear of Ezera.
Oh. I... I do not wish for your mother to be upset with you. I mean- That would be a horrible first impression on her. "Hello, I suggested your son get horns"... Do you think she will not like me after this?
[He laughs softly, bringing their hands down and just sort of... holding onto Ras' for a while. In his lap. No big deal just two dudes out here holding hands.]
I think it would be hard to make a bad impression on her. I more meant flip out as in... she'll wonder what the hell I'm doing. It's hard to explain. [He snorts, then drags his thumb across Ras' knuckles. Why are his hands so small...] I'm more worried about you sticking your hands in the stew when I bring you to dinner to meet her.
I would not do that. You taught me to use the proper utensil, remember...? [ Well. Hopefully Vildred's Future Ras(tm) will remember their time here. Otherwise, maybe he really will stick his hands in the stew. Ras isn't too concerned with that now, though.
It's a wonder how he doesn't currently think they're dating with how much Vildred has been Very Touchy with him. But he's genuinely just used to all this by now. He will attempt to move their hands together so he can twine their fingers together, though. ]
Anyway, I promise to make a good impression. Once we figure out how to get home to begin with...
We'll get there. [Stan thinks they'll spend 30 years here.] We have to figure out surviving the goings-on here first. So far we're doing a good job, but people are warning me that it could get pretty intense.
[Their fingers are twined together, and Vildred pulls Ras onto the couch next to him instinctively, close enough for their legs to touch.]
But I know she'll adore you. [vildred she's going to think you're gay (and she's right)]
...Should I bring her something when we go to meet her...?
[ Ras fidgets slightly. He knows that when people want to "talk" to Diche through Ras (aka pray) they bring her gifts and such. Wine, flowers, incense, gold - things like that. Is that normal? To bring gifts to one's creator/mother? ]
No, you don't have to worry about that. She probably wouldn't accept a gift because of your status. We used to visit the church at least once a week and pray... you were in that glass box.
[He hates that glass box. He hates the Ras Containment Prison, and he really wishes the priests would stop kissing Ras in his sleep. Can people just stop kissing Ras for five seconds he hates it stop doing that—]
In a way, I guess my family "knows" you, but they definitely don't know you the way I do.
...I have not met your family, now that I think about it. Not in any of the worlds that I have known you. I suppose it has been hard to do so, considering our situation. [ The war, he means-
He gives Vildred's hands a little squeeze. ]
I would still like to do something for your family all the same. You are very dear to me, after all.
I definitely didn't show you them in "my" timeline either. But when we go back, you'll get to see my mansion, and meet my staff and parents. Oh, and I should have you meet my mentor too — he's a bit dry, though, not fun like I am.
[Girl,]
There's a whole bunch of stuff I have to show you when we kill the Archdemon. A whole bunch of human stuff, that you can't do if you're sleeping.
... [ He dips his head down after a moment's pause. He doesn't usually "express" much, but there's a tinge of sadness in his eyes all the same. ]
I... had not considered what would happen after the Archdemon is dead... [ He probably... like... should go back to sleep, right? Or, does he need to be the one to check on Ilryos? ] I do not think I want to go back to sleep, though. I would like to see the world without the war.
I know. We had a whole talk about that on the balcony. [Vildred's gaze softens, and he brings a hand up, freeing it from Ras' momentarily only to thread it through the other man's hair.] I still... want to spend the rest of my life with you.
[i'm calling the police can you Exit the fucking closet???]
...I just... do not know how to progress in that regard. There are some possibilities that come to mind, but... [ Pause. ] I suppose now that you know you have been with me for far longer than you know, it is hard for me to imagine a time when you would not be there. We have been through so much together, even if I were there for the rest of your life, I do not know how to progress... after.
I know that is selfish thinking of me, though. I apologize.
...I know. That would be hard for me too, saying goodbye to you in any capacity.
[He strokes Ras' hair slowly, gently.]
I guess we have to do what we opted for last time we talked about it! I guess I'm gonna ask Diche if she'll let me spend the rest of eternity with you!
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I have some robes lying around, but they're short. So yeah, I'd need you to pick food up and bring it back here, but if I go to Heimr's and get groceries in advance, it's not like we'd run out before the week was up.
[Looking at Ras... wondering what Ras would look like with a tail...
........why is he wondering that, pause.]
Do you think I'll look good with horns?
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...Probably. [ Thank you, Ras. ]
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I doubt they'll be as small as your hands, though. [haha ras smol. But Vildred is raising his hands up to hold onto Ras', his much larger ones practically enveloping the Covenant's.] Everyone that gets those has huge horns. The tailor, and that, [disdainfully:] fire guy from the bakery, to name a few examples.
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Regardless, people may assume you to be Suin when we go back home. It might be funny to explain to people how you got them from a dragon... Especially since they tend to steer clear of Ezera.
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I can't wait for everyone I know to be jealous.
[Krau, immediately: ok but did the dragon blessing enhance your di—]
...I do have a feeling my mom is going to flip out, though.
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I think it would be hard to make a bad impression on her. I more meant flip out as in... she'll wonder what the hell I'm doing. It's hard to explain. [He snorts, then drags his thumb across Ras' knuckles. Why are his hands so small...] I'm more worried about you sticking your hands in the stew when I bring you to dinner to meet her.
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It's a wonder how he doesn't currently think they're dating with how much Vildred has been Very Touchy with him. But he's genuinely just used to all this by now. He will attempt to move their hands together so he can twine their fingers together, though. ]
Anyway, I promise to make a good impression. Once we figure out how to get home to begin with...
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We'll get there. [Stan thinks they'll spend 30 years here.] We have to figure out surviving the goings-on here first. So far we're doing a good job, but people are warning me that it could get pretty intense.
[Their fingers are twined together, and Vildred pulls Ras onto the couch next to him instinctively, close enough for their legs to touch.]
But I know she'll adore you. [vildred she's going to think you're gay (and she's right)]
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[ Ras fidgets slightly. He knows that when people want to "talk" to Diche through Ras (aka pray) they bring her gifts and such. Wine, flowers, incense, gold - things like that. Is that normal? To bring gifts to one's creator/mother? ]
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[He hates that glass box. He hates the Ras Containment Prison, and he really wishes the priests would stop kissing Ras in his sleep. Can people just stop kissing Ras for five seconds he hates it stop doing that—]
In a way, I guess my family "knows" you, but they definitely don't know you the way I do.
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He gives Vildred's hands a little squeeze. ]
I would still like to do something for your family all the same. You are very dear to me, after all.
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[Girl,]
There's a whole bunch of stuff I have to show you when we kill the Archdemon. A whole bunch of human stuff, that you can't do if you're sleeping.
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I... had not considered what would happen after the Archdemon is dead... [ He probably... like... should go back to sleep, right? Or, does he need to be the one to check on Ilryos? ] I do not think I want to go back to sleep, though. I would like to see the world without the war.
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[i'm calling the police can you Exit the fucking closet???]
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I know that is selfish thinking of me, though. I apologize.
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[He strokes Ras' hair slowly, gently.]
I guess we have to do what we opted for last time we talked about it! I guess I'm gonna ask Diche if she'll let me spend the rest of eternity with you!
[do you hear yourself bud]