Seasons: IC Contact/Overflow

[tireurdelite]

"Is it recording...? This is Alcryst. I'm sorry for not being able to answer your call right now, but I'll get back to you as soon as possible. ...So what button do I pr-"

Comments

[tireurdelite]

I, I see. I'm... a little jealous.

[Not that he thinks he would have had any more of a love life even if Brodia's standards were the same as Solm's.]

[brightsandstorm]

No need to be, at least not any more. You can live however you want here. We still have an obligation to help this world, but there's no war... We can finally let loose a little.

[...Says the guy who didn't stop attending or throwing parties even after he joined the Divine Dragon's army?? Not much has changed on that front.]

[tireurdelite]

I'm still not very good at letting loose... But I'm ready to learn.

[Snuggling a little more.]

[brightsandstorm]

Good. For now, though, we'd better get some rest.

[He leans in to kiss Alcryst on the forehead, briefly touching his silky hair and gazing at him with undisguised fondness. This might be a new arrangement for both of them, but he wants Alcryst to be comfortable enough that he'll sleep well tonight.]

wrapup

[tireurdelite]

[Alcryst doesn't remember the last time he slept next to someone - but right now, he can't imagine feeling any more comfortable than this. He feels safe, secure, happy, and wanted. A rare combination of feelings, and one he'll treasure.]

Goodnight, Fogado.