[Flamebringer is in his room with the cats asleep on the pillow next to him, very much laying down in bed flat on his back on top of the sheets. The good news is he isn't smoking, the bad? news is there's a bottle of liquor on the bedside table, but at least he doesn't drink like Gnosis used to.]
Baaaaabe.
[And then he rolls over onto his side, one arm draped off the side of the bed. Oh yeah he's hammered.]
Didja get my note?
[On the bedside table and on the floor there are several drafts of this note, apparently love letter writing is his new thing (it is not he's just very drunk). Such wonderful works of poetry include: "your hot" "i love u so much" "your eys are like if the sun was a star" "if i were half as hot as you id be an oven god this soudns fucking stupid"
[He will big stretch and sit up, though, tail wagging because !! Ezell !!!!!! he's here!!!! Sometimes you are so overcome with love for your man that you get drunk and tail-wag about it.
Anyway he chugs the water like he's never had water a day in his life, then puts the glass on the bedside table with the... everything else going on there. Then he leans his chin on Ezell's shoulder and clings to him.]
You smell nice. [Nuzzles his cheek.] I got a camera from whatsherface, the trading lady with the turtle. I'm gonna take a million pics of you and hang 'em up on the wall in here.
[He has not moved to grab said camera. He is still grabbing the Ezell.]
[ Hhhhhhh not his cute tail wagging. Just the fact he’s stupid drunk and still thought enough about Ezell to wanna write a love letter (no matter how poorly written and crass) makes him over the moon. That he’s excited to see Ezell and he’s not even doing anything??? What the fuck. Why?? He hasn’t done anything to deserve someone so sweet and affectionate.
He lifts a hand to rub his back, and the other goes into Flamebringer’s hair, like he’s cradling him into a comforting hold. ]
Hmm… I’m not all that photogenic. Maybe when you’re sober we can try, but I feel that space can be used for something [ more important— ] like your flowers or the sky?
[Hm... frowns... but contemplatively, not in a mad way but in a thinky way.]
Dunno, the sky's grey and snowy, and the greenhouse is too long of a walk. [Nevermind the plants in his room.] Looks like I've gotta focus on you. I have no choice.
Okay he's on the bed. He's a bit frazzled because it was so sudden, and he's brushing some of his hair from his face and spitting out some strands that got stuck in his mouth. ]
[They are now laying sideways on the mattress, the cats are ignoring them. Congratulations. Flamebringer is trying his damnedest to get Ezell to lay on top of him like he's a giant body pillow, but he's quite uncoordinated at the moment so he gives up halfway.]
Sure... but it's more than that. It's not just a celebration of surviving another year or anything - but a celebration of you. A celebration for the person you are and the life you lived and a time for the people you love to show they care.
And I do love you, so I'm willing to make the day about you.
...? Oh, I don't need a surprise or anything like that. Besides... I just said I can't think of anything I'd like more than baking with you. I don't need anything else, so long as you're there.
[ He adjusts a little so he can get comfortable, and then wraps his arms around Flamebringer and presses a small kiss to his chin. ]
If you'd like, you could give me a tattoo? Surprise me with something that would remind me of you.
Mm'gonna tattoo "Property of Flamebringer" on your ass. [He's kidding.] ...nah, I'll think of something. You don't care where I put something like that?
I'd give it some time to think about something... [ Please don't tattoo that on his ass- ] Not really, no. I mean, I don't really want any face or neck tattoos, but that aside, I'm fine with anything.
[Hand cupping Ezell's face and stroking his cheekbones...]
Your face is too pretty to ruin with shit like that. I'll just do your makeup instead.
[He thinks for a quiet moment, taking Ezell's hand in his free one.]
I'm not doing these either. They're way too soft. Maybe... [He's drunk, so he's not super considering his words right now— but either way, he moves Ezell's hand over his lips and kisses his palm, then up to where his fingers lie at the top of the joint there.] Something here, like a ring...
But doing that seems pointless when I can just get you a real one.
[ ...then he's completely flustered once he realizes the implications of the rest. Like, on the one hand, Flamebringer's drunk and what he spouts should be taken with a grain of salt, but also... ]
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Ezell's gonna get him... a glass of water. Clearly he's thirsty (no), and needs to drink because alcohol will dehydrate you, my man- ]
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Baaaaabe.
[And then he rolls over onto his side, one arm draped off the side of the bed. Oh yeah he's hammered.]
Didja get my note?
[On the bedside table and on the floor there are several drafts of this note, apparently love letter writing is his new thing (it is not he's just very drunk). Such wonderful works of poetry include:
"your hot"
"i love u so much"
"your eys are like if the sun was a star"
"if i were half as hot as you id be an oven god this soudns fucking stupid"
So y'know he's. Trying. Maybe.]
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[ Sitting on the side of the bed with the cup… what a mess of a boyfriend. He does love him so much, though. ]
I found it, yes. Thank you. Is it okay if I keep it?
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[He will big stretch and sit up, though, tail wagging because !! Ezell !!!!!! he's here!!!! Sometimes you are so overcome with love for your man that you get drunk and tail-wag about it.
Anyway he chugs the water like he's never had water a day in his life, then puts the glass on the bedside table with the... everything else going on there. Then he leans his chin on Ezell's shoulder and clings to him.]
You smell nice. [Nuzzles his cheek.] I got a camera from whatsherface, the trading lady with the turtle. I'm gonna take a million pics of you and hang 'em up on the wall in here.
[He has not moved to grab said camera. He is still grabbing the Ezell.]
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He lifts a hand to rub his back, and the other goes into Flamebringer’s hair, like he’s cradling him into a comforting hold. ]
Hmm… I’m not all that photogenic. Maybe when you’re sober we can try, but I feel that space can be used for something [ more important— ] like your flowers or the sky?
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Dunno, the sky's grey and snowy, and the greenhouse is too long of a walk. [Nevermind the plants in his room.] Looks like I've gotta focus on you. I have no choice.
[Tail go brrbrbrbrbrbrbrbrrr]
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I didn't drink that much. It's nearly my birthday, I'm [hiccups] I'm allowed.
[And then he just full stop pulls Ezell down onto the bed with him, wheeeee.]
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Okay he's on the bed. He's a bit frazzled because it was so sudden, and he's brushing some of his hair from his face and spitting out some strands that got stuck in his mouth. ]
Your birthday is coming up?? When???
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The 25th.
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...I didn't get you anything yet. [ :( ! ] Ahh... um, I'm really sorry, Flamebringer, is it okay if my present for you is a bit late?
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[Sure buddy, the fact that you care to remember and use it at all says a lot about you, since Kazdelians traditionally just... do Not do that.]
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And I do love you, so I'm willing to make the day about you.
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[At least he's slurring less now... he has not stopped wagging his tail because Boyfriend, though.]
When's yours? Yours is what I care about.
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Hm? January 30th.
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[Kissing Ezell's neck, but not in a horny way necessarily. Just... endlessly affectionate.]
I'll make you a Kazdelian apple cake. S'got apples in it.
[thanks babe]
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Can we make it together? I can't think of anything I'd like more than to bake together on my birthday with you, my love.
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Yeah, sure. How am I supposed to surprise you now, though?
[Finally, he manages to roll over in such a way that it physically drags Ezell on top of him. Now Ezell can use him as a pillow. :) ]
What do you want for your birthday?
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[ He adjusts a little so he can get comfortable, and then wraps his arms around Flamebringer and presses a small kiss to his chin. ]
If you'd like, you could give me a tattoo? Surprise me with something that would remind me of you.
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Your face is too pretty to ruin with shit like that. I'll just do your makeup instead.
[He thinks for a quiet moment, taking Ezell's hand in his free one.]
I'm not doing these either. They're way too soft. Maybe... [He's drunk, so he's not super considering his words right now— but either way, he moves Ezell's hand over his lips and kisses his palm, then up to where his fingers lie at the top of the joint there.] Something here, like a ring...
But doing that seems pointless when I can just get you a real one.
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Y-you'd... want to get me a real ring????
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