castaside | [Heart Game] From the ashes we can build

Different wording, maybe-? I'm not saying it's bad wording, it's just ... very directly about him. [ A thoughtful noise. ] If it was you ...

Would you be more comfortable with the sign, or a conversation?

[ She hugs him tighter for a moment, before loosening her grip to help him with her scarf — and the choker she's wearing underneath it. ]

The sign is very clear. Conversations are a die roll. I like clear.

Especially when its not a bad sign.

...are you adding more layers?

I'd ... maybe be more comfortable with the conversation? Ah, it's hard to say.

... So, I'll follow your lead.

[ There's.

A pause. ]

Um. Sometimes. [ She almost wore a turtleneck today too. Like, on top of the choker. She fiddles with the clasp. ]

He's....

Forgiving of mistakes.

If the sign is bad, he'll say. But then its something he can choose to engage with.

[...]

Choco.

Sweetie.

Beloved.

Darling sweetie pie caramel apple.

We have really either need to get you a dedicated tailor or therapy, you're going to keep overheating.

[ The longer he goes with the pet names the more she blushes, and then she's sputtering ]

That was one time! And some of my things are already tailored; someone [ RED SON ] gave me a really good recommendation ...

The choker and the scarf are both custom pieces.

One time is one too many.

[He's reaching back to help with the clasp.] This many layers is still not ideal with spring moving in.

I understand covering up, but this many layers isn't really necessary.

One time in the Temple, where I didn't have such easy access to resources.

[ Her wings flick and tremble, a moment of tense uncertainty when he reaches up and back ...

But she knows these hands. She knows it's him; it could only be him. So she breathes through it and relaxes, letting him help in a way that would have been all but unthinkable just a month ago. ]

The scarf's light and breathable, Donnie. Promise. I know it's maybe not ideal, but I am working on it.

[His touch is light and careful. Undoing the clasp to take off the choker.]

I just don't want you to get worse.

It sucks.

When the issues get worse. [He knows. He fights so hard to not let things make his touch issues even worse. The bruises on his shoulders are proof what happens when he doesn't push back.]

[He tugs her closer, mouth edging towards her neck.]

I know.

You're worried about me, same way I worry about you. [ She tilts her head to boop her cheek against the shoulder clasp of his battleshell, which also gives him clearer access to her neck. Her fingers curl into the back of his hoodie, tightening and loosening, almost kneading. ]

But it ... it is getting better in some ways. Could you imagine? Six months ago, me letting anyone touch me like this outside of medical care? [ It had been aspirational at best. ] I've been trying knee-high socks instead of thigh-highs. Three-quarter leggings instead of tights. Yesterday I left my room in a t-shirt.

[ There's a shiver when he's close enough for her to feel his breath. And a soft chirp, trust. ]

Really, you should come out in them more. You'd drive Eve and I absolutely wild.

[He lets his mouth hover over her neck. Letting her get used to him so close.] It had been hard, even for medical care.

I'm going to bite now. [His hands hold her sides gently. Letting her feel them, but making it so easy to pull away if she wanted to.]

[Then he moves his mouth to her neck, and biting down, gentle at first, then harder to leave a mark.]

Ehehe. You like my guns, huh? [ He might be able to feel the way she smiles, and the little hint of a puff to her feathers gives her away if not. ] Lemme show you something, after - after this. [ A tighter squeeze in the hug - after he's done biting, not after the heart. ]

[ Having him so close like this isn't wholly new by now, but it's still rare; a special occasion and a treat for them both that hits her like a truck. She makes a little sound, a lower-pitched chirrupy trill. Leans into him instead of away. Her nerves are more anticipation than fea; Donnie would never hurt her, not like this, and never by choice. Each and every time he lets her feel his teeth is a gift, and a reminder that she's his and he's hers.

That he sees her, and loves her for it.

She shudders harder when those sharp teeth press down, and muffles a gasp against his hoodie when they press in. She clings tight to him even as she melts, one hand lifting to cradle the back of his neck. Lets the pleasure-pain ache wash through her, nerves buzzing, heart soaring, relishing every single second. ]

Love your guns. [She deserves to have her guns appreciated.]

[Donnie keeps his teeth there. Deep, marking, but never more than that. Never meant to hurt his mate. And even if its not MEANT to be a heated thing, its impossible to resist the churr in his throat as he makes his mark. Hands rubbing slow circles at her sides. Holding her close.]

[Its only for a short while, maybe twenty seconds at best so it'll stay, before he gently pulls his teeth away. Turning his face to nuzzle her shoulder, hands moving to her back to rub up and down.]

[ pigeonbrain go brrrrrrrrr ]

[ twenty seconds feels like forever and no time at all when it's spent with his teeth in her throat, deep enough to hurt and gentle enough to remember, remember, remember. the next sound she buries into his hoodie is a whimper of a chirp layered over an answering churr. instinctive surrender, love and affection and pride and promise and oh god this is exactly what she needed, tethering her to this moment and this moment alone, safe and cared for, wrapped up snug in his protective embrace.

she meant what she said: this isn't about starting something. the heat is there, but it's tempered, background noise to the comfort of knowing she's wanted, that she belongs, that she has a home with him.

the churr hitches when he pulls back from the bite, tapering into more of a melty purr. chirps, love, mate, yours

gratitude. ]

[He chirps back, rubbing her back, a hand moving up to pet her hair. Rocking a bit as he keeps her close.]

[Love. Mate. Mine. Skymate. Here.]

[Soft promises and gentle affection to assure her.]

...I'm taking the next item.

[She was hit hard and while there is the heat, they have a mission.]

[ That gets him a quiet mrrrrrrr of not sure if like, which somehow doesn't stop her from being a melty purry puddle in his arms. ]

I want to. Please.

[ She reaches for her phone. Her phone, not the shadow!blackberry phones Mac gave to them. ]

After I show you this. [ He won't be able to see what this is just yet. She's tappin'. She's scrollin'. ]

Love, the bottle wasn't hard on me. It was hard because I felt for Macaque.

The painting was hard on you.

...what is it?

It was both, Dee. [ It got her straight in the heart because it's a fresh yet all-too-familiar pain. ] And it hit hard, yeah. Of course it did. But it wasn't hard in the I need to stop way. I just ... needed this. A moment with you.

I won't be hurting myself to try another.

[ He gets a ping from his own phone. ]

[ And a photo of Korone in an outfit she's been making for herself, sans the armbands and the thigh-high socks. If he zooms in, he'll see that the buttons are birdtile-themed - two for turtle, two for wolfsnek, and two for pigeon. ]

And neither would I. Hurt myself. There are still a lot of memories to go, but loneliness has always hit you hard. There's no reason for you to deliberately pick up more of the things that hit you hardest. At the very least we should be alternating.

[He looks at the photo.]

Oh. This is really cute.

Says the turtle who took three in a row in the last room. [ It's a mild grumble, as grumbles go. ] One more for me in here, and then we start alternating? We can adjust if we need to. Like if one of us really does need a break for that room, or in general, or we a second opinion or something ...

[ A tiny li'l stroke of her thumb against the back of his neck, beneatht he tails of his mask. ]

Just finished sewing it yesterday. [ She's nervous about wearing it, but so, so proud that she made it. ] Been trying to decide when to wear it.

You should wear it as soon as possible.

I should take this next one. I can take loneliness better. If there's a room of sensory horrors, which let's be fair, with his hearing, there probably is, you'll need to do it. I'm used to loneliness just....being a thing to be expected.

But I also know how to pull on the ninpo to counter it.

Besides, the three in the last room barely count. The vases were basically nothing. [At least in comparison to the memory.]

[ She pulls back. Not far - she's certainly not leaving the hug. She just wants to be able to look at him. ]

[ Her shoulders sink. ] I know they're not the same. My experiences growing up, and yours. But ... I spent a long time being left behind. Waiting. So being in this space, feeling it from his perspective ...

It feels like the right place for me to step up. [ She looks away. Fiddles a bit with his hoodie. The urge is there to stop talking, to just ... let it go, but maybe this is one of those times for honesty-? ]

And it's ... hard ... I guess, to be told that I shouldn't. I'm sorry.

....

It felt like you were insisting because you think I can't handle everything going on. You just...insisted right away after I touched the ship. Because I worried about him and wanted to help.

[He reaches up, brushing back her hair.]

It hurts you so much. I don't want you to suffer it alone.

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[ ... Oh. ]

[ She leans into the touch. Reaches up, cupping her palm over the back of his to entwine their fingers. ]

That isn't how I meant it ... but if that's how it came across, it's how it came across. [ She sighs. ] You're one of the strongest people I know. There's no way I'd ever think you're incapable. Even when you're hurting, you work so hard for the people you care about ...

I should have asked instead of insisting.

And you always step up. I can't think of any time you haven't stepped up and done everything you could to help.

[He squeezes her hand.] Even when it was actively hurting you to do so. Even when it wasn't...wasn't likely to work. [That time in the bunker. She had fought so hard, pushed past her limit, when she had already been blinded and weakened and he was a terrifying thing.]

I don't want you to take the memories alone. So.

We both should.

... There's been ... a couple of times. Or - or at the very least, times where it felt like ...

I just. I couldn't. I couldn't help, or be the person, the teammate, they needed. Or wanted. And the people around me knew it and -

[ ... ]

I know they thought less of me for it. You never have, and I know - I know your worry comes from a genuine place. Because you're my mate. My partner. And I - [ ... ] ... I don't ... want to make you feel like I don't trust you. Or appreciate the way you look out for me.

[ She leans in, pressing her forehead against his. ]

We both should. We ... we both should.

Okay.

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