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foolishmortals2017-07-02 03:27 pm
grimgrinningghosts) wrote in foolishmortals2017-07-02 03:27 pm
WEEK 4
[Tadashi, Sophie, and Princess Anna are dead. By now, maybe you're realizing that this plays is way more dangerous than you have ever feared, but don't worry, maybe some hope will come along the way.
For example, if anyone tries to open the Conservatory Door leading outside starting this week, they'll find that they finally have access to the graveyard and outside. You are now freely able to leave the mansion whenever you want.
Maybe you can all finally leave this place...?
20 guests remain.]
{Don't forget to fill out your Week 3 Activity Check!}
For example, if anyone tries to open the Conservatory Door leading outside starting this week, they'll find that they finally have access to the graveyard and outside. You are now freely able to leave the mansion whenever you want.
Maybe you can all finally leave this place...?
20 guests remain.]
{Don't forget to fill out your Week 3 Activity Check!}
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You ass.
[He doesn't mean it. There's a little bit of a laugh in his voice, even. This whole thing is just... it's surreal. If you'd told him just twenty-four hours ago this is where he'd be right now he'd have shut down and needed a reboot. And yet, here is.]
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[He's clearly gotten a lot of practice at this. When he's satisfied, he pulls back to admire that nice, big, purple mark he's managed to suck out on Fiddleford's neck. Yeah, he's still got it.
He presses another kiss to his mouth before pulling away.]
I'll let you return the favor sometime, if you like.
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[It's already been a long, long day. He's just about hit his quota for emotions in general, be they good or bad ones. Baby steps, right? This is good for a first try at... at whatever it is they're cultivating between them now.]
That offer to walk me to my room still open?
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Of course. Rain check.
[He gentle disentangles himself from Fiddleford and pushes himself to his feet with a few creaks of protest from his knees. Then he holds out a hand to help Fiddleford up.]
Absolutely.
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It's bolstering that Ford doesn't push things -- not that he thought Ford would in this sort of situation, but it reinforces his decision to trust Ford all the same.]
Thanks. I know I say this just about every day but I'm ready to sleep for a week.
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You deserve to. You need your rest.
[Especially after a night like tonight.
On impulse, Ford leans forward to drop a kiss on Fiddleford's temple. He could kiss this man for days and never get bored, he's pretty sure. But he'll hold off on that.
Reluctantly, he drops his hand.]
Come on. Off to bed with you.
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[It takes him a moment to actually turn and open the door, though. This has been nice, and he knows once he steps back out into the hall he'll have to put space between them again. And that's good. That's fine. He needs a little space to digest everything that's just happened.
But he can't deny he likes holding Ford's hand and he's sad to lose it.
It's a short and yet also unimaginably long walk across the hall to his room, and he lingers at that door too.]
... I'll see you tomorrow?
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Ford pauses outside Fiddleford's door, and his heart wrenches a little.]
Of course you will. We could...have breakfast. If you wanted. Even if it's just coffee.
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[This will work. This can be nice. It'll take a little getting used to, but after everything else they've dealt with here... well. This can't be any harder, right?]
G'night, Stanford.
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Ford's hand brushes softly against Fiddleford's, just the briefest touch, and he smiles.]
Goodnight, Fiddleford....sweet dreams.