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Texts From Last Night

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[modestpurpose]

[Ah... that's quite nice, actually. The warm arm around his back and the feeling of something solid in the middle of the quite miserable way that his head is swirling in dizzy circles now he's trying to settle himself. He leans into it, just a bit, and moves his hand away from his ankle to let Emet-Selch see to it.]

Thank you.

[A far more genuine - and quieter - thanks than he might have got had he acquiesced to his earlier demands. Hythlodaeus puts his arm around Emet-Selch as well, gripping lightly into his clothes, partly aware that this will do nothing to assist their situation but finding it a comfort regardless.]

I could stand to hear you call me beautiful more often. [The statement is followed by a mild chuckle.] Though perhaps not in such a tone as to suggest that the fact offends you.

[recreator]

[The ankle doesn't look amazing. But then again, he's seen far, far worse in his time on the battlefields of Ilsabard. The towel with the ice is gently pried from Hythlodaeus's fingers, and he returns it to its place against the angry, swollen skin.]

[He says little about their current position, nor about the way Hythlodaeus's grip curls into the folds of his robes. It's quite warm, however, and pleasant despite the circumstances. Too long has it been since he last sat side by side with someone he considered a companion; a friend.]

And what if it does? Besides, if I said such things all the time, would they not lose their impact?

Stay still until the room stops turning. Then, we'll see to the toast.

[modestpurpose]

[It could be a lot worse and Hythlodaeus may be milking it a little, but he's also very much enjoying having Emet-Selch's undivided attention and how gentle he's being right now. He shifts, resting his head on his friend's shoulder and tucking himself there, determined not to say anything about their current position either because it might ruin it if he points it out.]

Yes, all right.

[That reply could really have been to one or the other, or both, and he sighs as the cold of the ice sinks into his ankle and numbs away the dull throbbing.]

This is nice. All unfortunate results of my hubris aside. [He hums, nudging the top of his head against Emet-Selch's jaw.] Don't you think?

[recreator]

For you, maybe.

[A noncommittal reply if ever there was one, and yet the ice pressed to his ankle and the presence of that arm wrapped about him remains steadfast and unyielding. The only movement is in the way Emet-Selch's head rises and leans askance of the playful intrusion, though all he seems to have achieved in doing so is baring his long neck and allowing Hythlodaeus room to nestle against him.]

[Hardly his intention, but he cannot truly say that this is an unpleasant affair, either.]

Though I suppose you have been left to deal with the consequences of mine own hubris more than once.

[A pause as he glances down at the top of his friend's head.]

Still spinning are we?

[modestpurpose]

[Hardly his intention, perhaps, but something the somewhat inebriated Hythlodaeus takes full advantage of as he nestles in closer and finds some security in the solid warmth of the other man's body.]

Somewhat. I would like to assure you that I've learned my lesson but I fear we would both know I'm lying.

[He lets out a wobbly little titter at that, tilting his head up to press the bridge of his nose to Emet-Selch's neck.]

Have I ever told you... that you smell absolutely divine.

[Someone probably needs to be put to bed.]

[recreator]

Indeed we would. False assurances will avail you naught when we both know this won't be the last time I'm forced to coddle you whilst you recover from an evening of merry-making.

[Will his grumbles never cease? Unlikely. Yet despite it all, Emet-Selch removes the ice to examine the affected ankle once more. Without preamble, he lifts the other man's leg carefully and drags one of the pillows over to prop it up.]

[If the act jostles Hythlodaeus from his affectionate burrowing, then it's hardly his fault. His nose is cold against the sensitive skin of his neck, after all, even if the giggly breathing is warm and very nearly intoxicating.]

And no, I believe that revelation is new. Have I ever told you that you are utterly insufferable in this state? Your ankle cannot possibly be bothering you any longer if you've the energy to involve me in your flirtations.

Now get some rest. It will do you far more good than ruminating over how I smell.

[modestpurpose]

[Hythlodaeus just titters softly at the implication - and the grudging acceptance - of how likely it is that this is going to happen again. Emet-Selch may grumble and grouse about it but he knows he isn't really all that annoyed or the man would most assuredly not still be here with him and coddling him so very willingly.]

I'm sure you've told me such a thing before, and I'm sure that I forgot it then as easily as I will forget it this time.

[He chuckles, leaning back just enough to look his friend in the eyes as he seems to think something over for a long moment and then nods.]

But you might be right. Some rest may be the best option before I wear out your considerable patience.