towerofanimus | A couple promised closed (or semi-closed) logs

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A couple promised closed (or semi-closed) logs

Characters: Enoch and Lucifel, and anyone who would visit his room too. Just let me know! Also, Enoch and Lancer.
Setting: Dorm 3-18 backdated to November 1st, Floor 62 backdated to December 1st
Format: I'll match!
Summary: Enoch has had something very unpleasant happen to him as a punishment for too many failed riddles. That is an understatement. Also, he and Lancer agreed to a sparring match.
Warnings: Talk of being flayed may happen if you press for information. (If this is one of your listed squicks I'll actively avoid it coming up), maybe blood or broken limbs in the sparring match? There is a tangent involving sexual discussion.

Dorm 3-18, November 1st

He woke with a scream.

Or tried to. In his sleep paralysis it was only a choked sound as he stared at the ceiling wide-eyed. Unable to move or speak, all he had was the nightmare he'd just lived, punctuated by Eleven's shrill screaming. All he had was that he was not in pain. Parts of him were still numb from revival, but he was not in pain.

An involuntary, low, distressed moan was what told him he could move again. Shaking and pale, he pushed himself up. He was covered in a sheen of sweat and his gaze was unfocused, glazed-over. He raised a hand, still numb and tingling, and pressed it to his own chest. With something between a laugh and a sob, he curled up on himself, a tight human ball on the bed.

Unlike the time that had given him such an adverse reaction, there was nothing driving him to keep going. Only the horror of what had happened.

Floor 62, December 1st

The beach had always been a calming place for him. That is, until his return to Meridian. As he waited for Lancer, he watched the waves, arms folded as his thoughts wandered. Mostly, they wandered to Armaros, and their time in Meridian. Time spent there, he on a large dune watching as Armaros swam.

And now, he was here. Torn apart. In so much pain he could only blame him.

A nautilus shell washed up against his foot. He bent down to pick it up, idly playing with it as he waited for Lancer, stewing in his own thoughts.

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Eventually, he reached up and took hold of the bottle, himself - the feeling in his limbs was back. But he stayed leaning against Lucifel, looking up at him as he offered the now mostly-drained bottle back.

Glad to see that Enoch could hold the bottle on his own again he took it from Enoch and drank what had remained. His eyes were focused on the bottle for a moment before he put the empty bottle away and grabbed a new one.

Might as well test his limits today.

And by the time they'd drained that bottle between them, Enoch is resting his head on Lucifel's shoulder, his arms around his torso except when he has the bottle.

"You're a good friend..."

The third bottle was opened soon as well and on the best way to end up drained like the two before it. Lucifel had wrapped one arm around Enoch and slowly started to show signs of slowly but certainly becoming drunk.

"No, you're a good friend Enoch..."

"Why can't we both be good friends?"

Though, at the moment, Enoch was treating Lucifel more like a giant stuffed animal, the way he was latched onto him. He looked up at him, saw he was getting drunk, and couldn't help but start laughing.

"That's good too!"

He couldn't care less about being treated like a giant stuffed animal at the moment. When Enoch started to laugh Lucifel laughed with him. Even though he didn't really get what was so funny in the first place.

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Good, laughter meant they weren't thinking about anything terrible like what he'd just come back from. Enoch managed to stop laughing (though a few giggles escaped here and there) long enough to watch Lucifel laugh, a lazy smile on his face. It was so nice to see him laugh...

Oh, but their bottle was empty. And he wasn't anywhere near drunk enough - he could still hear Eleven clearly, after all.

"I'm going to get more wine..." And he attempts to break free from Lucifel to get more. Another half a bottle should do it...

Everything just seemed a bit funnier at this moment. He couldn't tell why but it just was that way. Perhaps this was why humans liked to get drunk.

However when the scribe moved to get them another bottle - Had they already finished all three? - Lucifel pouted and let himself fall on the other.

"No, it's all fine, like you always say!"

Not expecting it, Enoch was knocked over and pinned beneath Lucifel. Lucifel was, however, fairly light. Much lighter than he was at any rate. So he tried to push him off.

"It's not...I can still hear her, Lucifel."

"... Ah." If Eleven was the reason he wanted to drink more then he guessed it was fine to do just that. He didn't think about the consequences of drinking too much and he didn't really care about it. Lucifel rolled himself off Enoch then and stared on the ceiling.

"Enoch, I got a suggestion... And I'm sure, you'll like it." Talking always seemed to help the other rather well. "When we saved the worlds, let's go on vacation... in the future."

"A vacation? That sounds nice... I wonder what the future looks like."

Enoch grabbed another bottle of wine from beneath the bed and climbed back in, managing to stumble over Lucifel in the process of getting himself seated against the wall. Unless Lucifel moved, he'd find himself a leg rest for the scribe, his back to the wall and his legs hanging over the angel's chest.

"It's nice... not like here, I tell you..."

since he hadn't moved from his spot he ended up being a leg rest, making only a small sound of surprise. After a moment the archangel decided to make the scribe's legs his arm rest. While he managed to move one arm and have it rest on the other's legs, the other seemed stuck under the scribe's body.

"Hmm...? What's that...?"

Enoch was already drinking from the new bottle, not minding the movement of Lucifel's arms.

"What's what?" he asked between sips.

"Something is off here..." He tried moving his arm again but didn't manage to free it from the spot it was stuck in. Actually now that he was considering how they were positioned...

"Oh... just your butt I'm feeling with my arm..." Lucifel blinked a few times, not seeming too shocked by that. "Hmm... not as squishy as I thought it would be... it's really firm actually."

Enoch was just about to lift himself up enough for Lucifel to free his arm, but he was distracted by that comment.

"Of course it's firm, it's a muscle."

It's difficult to lift himself with just one arm anyway - he's not letting go of that bottle unless Lucifel asks for it.

"I know... you've always been a hunk of a man." If hunk was the right word. At the moment it seemed to be. And if it wasn't... oh well.

Lucifel looked a little thoughtful, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling. "So... Is this what humans call 'second base' already?"

He raised an eyebrow and turned his head to look at Enoch. "If so, then... then I think I might be doing something stupid. Not like I wanted to, you've placed your butt on my arm."

"I'm a whole man, Lucifel. I don't know what you're saying." He takes another sip. "I don't know any of what you're saying. But you're always saying strange things..." Enoch chuckles, and reaches out to pat Lucifel's arm. "It's always something from the future though, isn't it?"

"Ah, yeah... yeah I guess that's right. I meant just that." Then he should explain the other thing to him as well as he could in his current state.

"It's a metaphor, for touching erogenous zones. ... Actually, why haven't I given you armor that covers all of your butt, come to think of it...?" The archangel looked at the blond for for a few seconds before he had something else to say.

"Enoch, is your butt an erogenous zone at all? You didn't react when I moved my arm."

"I don't know..." he said in the few seconds he had to respond to the first question. The armor didn't exactly repel attacks anyway...

But then there was the second comment, which got Enoch to lower the bottle and look at Lucifel curiously. "Ah...sometimes? Only when I'm..." a vague hand motion that indicates he doesn't know the word he's looking for, but he gives up. "But if that's second, what's the first?"

"I see... maybe I should reconsider the design. I mean, it would hurt especially bad were you wounded there, wouldn't it?" Reconsidering it might be the best, but the scribe had never been wounded at that spot before... better be safe than sorry though.

He looked back at Enoch and patted his legs. "It's fine, say it when you remember." He might remember if he wasn't trying too hard to think of what he was trying to say. "The first base, Enoch, is kissing."

"What are they the bases of? Is it intimacy?" Enoch finally realized he could lift himself off Lucifel's arm by using the bottle itself as a support without putting it down. So he did, allowing Lucifel to move his other arm. Once he does, though, it's right back to the way he was.

"They are. Don't get why humans based them on baseball terms though..." Once he noticed that he could move his arm he did so and let it rest on Enoch's legs, along with his other arm.

Enoch rested his free hand on Lucifel's arm when he did, taking a long drink with the other. Eleven's voice was getting fuzzy, to say nothing of the rest of his thoughts. He laughed.

"Well, it's not as if you touched me intending to be intimate, right? Does it really count?"

He made a gesture with his free hand then, wanting to get a hold of that bottle as well before Enoch finishes it off all on his own.

"No... and you've been the one who sat down on it in the first place."

"Then it doesn't count." Enoch handed that bottle over when Lucifel motioned for it. "Could you summon an extra pillow, please?"

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While I write that essay... and I can't stay serious. XD

pffffff, how can you when they're acting like this?

Good answer XD

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