[open] // it’s your blood that’s red like roses

[fionnuisce]

Characters: Waver and open
Setting: November 23rd
Location: floors 27, 15, and the dorm floors
Format: starting in brackets, I'll try to match.
Summary: Waver's having problems.
Warnings: Probably none?

[floor twenty-seven]

[Working usually took his mind off of things. Today seemed to be the exception; Waver stared blankly at his notes as though he wasn't really seeing them, pen hovering just over his paper. it seemed as though he was having trouble getting a train of thought properly started...or he was on a much less science-oriented one altogether.]

[floor fifteen]

[If the usual work on the collar fluid wouldn't hold his attention, maybe something more practical would. In the course of his day Waver found his way to the workshop floor; someone did need him to craft new swords. Film materials or not, he had every intention to do as much. So one could find him drawing up vague outlines for paired shortswords and collecting a pile of materials for them.]

[dorm floors]

[Maybe it just wasn't worth trying to do anything today. Not with the miserable mood that kept rearing its ugly, murderous, and nauseating head. Waver decided that perhaps just trying to actually accomplish things was best left for tomorrow. If he slept on the whole mess of Sephiroth and all that had happened for another night, maybe it would be less of an overbearing weight to handle.]

[Maybe.]

Comments

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid pouts slightly, ears drooping.]

I can't try and surprise you now. You are ready for it!

[fionnuisce]

You clearly have little concept of the element of surprise. Someone truly skilled in being unpredictable could surprise me even now.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid rolls his eyes up at Waver, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.]

Oh...I can think of some things that might surprise you even now, but 'surprise' and 'give heart attack' are two different things, and one of those is one I would rather avoid.

[fionnuisce]

Maybe you can scare a few years off my life some other time. As it is now, I might not mind if you managed to at least startle me.

[oathshackledbird]

Well...if you insist...

[It happens quickly enough that if Waver blinks, he will miss it, except it will be kind of hard for Waver to miss suddenly being on his back with Diarmuid leaning over him. For a moment, it seems like the Servant is going to kiss him and then...

Why yes, he is trying to tickle Waver with the end of his tail. That's a bit...of a surprise now, isn't it?]

[fionnuisce]

--?!

[It was certainly clear Waver was very caught off guard. Probably much more than he'd assumed he would be.]

Wh--wait, what are you doing--?!

[oathshackledbird]

I am trying to tickle you. Surely, you know what tickling is.

[And he's not giving up either.]

I will be a very sad puppy if you tell me you aren't at least a little ticklish...

[fionnuisce]

Was it necessary to pin me for tha--ahahaha, goddamnit-

[oathshackledbird]

How else was I going to keep you from esc--

[A wide grin crosses his face.]

You are ticklish...

[Tickle. Tickle. Tickle. He's enjoying this far too much...]

[fionnuisce]

St-stop--ahahahaI'mgonnafuckingkillyou

[CRITICAL HIT]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid continues tickling him for a few moments longer, chuckling under his breath. Finally, though, he stops, laying down next to Waver and resting his arm over the other man's chest. He leans forward to press a kiss to his temple before speaking.]

I love you. You need to laugh like that more often. If you did, I could die a happy man.

[fionnuisce]

Y...you're such an idiot. We don't exactly have all that much to laugh about.

*flails at that icon so hard...*

[oathshackledbird]

That is what makes the times when we can so important.

[The arm across Waver's chest shifts so that Diarmuid can brush his fingers against Waver's face.]

And why it's so important we are working to create more of those times. They are needed to keep us going.

mission accomplished

[fionnuisce]

...hmph. I have far more important things to do than laugh like a maniac, you know.

[Waver closed his eyes, frowning in halfhearted indignation.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid grins when Waver closes his eyes, leaning close to the magus' ear so he can whisper lowly into it. At the same time, his fingers move to brush lightly over Waver's lips.]

But I like it when you laugh like a maniac...

[fionnuisce]

[And he's immediately turning a practically luminous shade of red.]

D-Diarmuid?!

[oathshackledbird]

[Speaking of laughing like a maniac, Diarmuid is now grinning like one. And perhaps, just barely restraining himself from licking Waver's ear just to see his partner react.]

Yes?