A couple promised closed (or semi-closed) logs

[warriorscribe]

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.

Comments

[brbtalkingtogod]

"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."

[warriorscribe]

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.

[brbtalkingtogod]

"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."

[warriorscribe]

"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?"

[brbtalkingtogod]

"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."

[warriorscribe]

"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?"

[brbtalkingtogod]

"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."

[warriorscribe]

"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.

[brbtalkingtogod]

"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.

[warriorscribe]

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?"

[brbtalkingtogod]

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."

[warriorscribe]

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

[brbtalkingtogod]

"Wouldn't know it better..." He raised an eyebrow at Enoch as he took the bottle. Well. he couldn't exactly drink with his legs keeping him from sitting up.

"Since you asked so nicely..." Lucifel lifted his hand to snap with his fingers, but unlike when sober he needed a few tries until he did it.

[warriorscribe]

Enoch took the pillow and put it behind him to cushion his back and neck...then saw Lucifel having trouble drinking and offered the pillow to him to help prop himself up.

"...Wait, what is baseball?"

[brbtalkingtogod]

while a pillow is all nice and comfy, that didn't solve the problem at hand. That was until he tried taking a sip from the bottle like that. He had to stop when Enoch asked him about baseball.

"A sport. With hard balls and wooden bats."

[warriorscribe]

Enoch folded his arms behind his head for support instead. "What about the bases, though?"

[brbtalkingtogod]

"They're where you have to run to, first, second and third base, when you passed them all it's a home run..." He started to explain but stopped then, taking another sip of the bottle.

"...Know what, I'll tell more another time."

[warriorscribe]

"Oh... So balls and bats and...running bases." A thoughtful pause, or at least as thoughtful as he could be. "...I think I understand."

[brbtalkingtogod]

"Ah, alright..." Then he wouldn't have to explain anything later on. Lucifel took another sip of the wine, deciding he would empty this one.

"And, the other metaphors... a home run would be intercourse." He looked serious for a moment but started laughing all of a sudden.

[warriorscribe]

Just hearing him laugh got Enoch to smile, then chuckle as he looked down at Lucifel. "What are you laughing at?"

[brbtalkingtogod]

"We're, we're talking about sex!" Lucifel said when he tried to stop himself from laughing but ended up laughing even more instead.

"I, I mean would... would you ever have thought you and me would do that one day?"

[warriorscribe]

"Why not?" His laughter was contagious, though; Enoch found himself laughing right along with him. "We...we talk about so much already."

[brbtalkingtogod]

"Yeah but, did you ever think we would actually do so?" Because he had never thought they would. Then again he was proven wrong a lot since he been taken here.

[warriorscribe]

"I never thought one way or the other about it. Why is- why is it so funny?"

He really doesn't understand why. As far as he's concerned, as long as it wouldn't cause him to doubt him, Enoch could talk with Lucifel about anything.

[brbtalkingtogod]

"... I don't know anymore." Well, that was stupid. And got him to stop laughing. However, he started to tug on his shirt now.