Jedao keeps his hands on Iago to guide him and ground him, but the weight of the world falls away as Iago floats, suspended, a dandelion seed on the air. Jedao nudges him onto the bed, gently letting him settle back into the weight of earth. Then he takes a handkerchief and carefully cleans them off, first Iago and then himself.
It's disorienting in a pleasant way this time, unlike the strangeness from
the festival. He feels - more comfortable this way, at least.
He sits up and just takes off the shirt, tossing it to the side. It would
need to be actually cleaned.
He's scarred along his back and chest, some from war, some from stupidity
in his younger years, some from torture, but he's too tired to be self
conscious of any of it. He just settles on the pillow...strangely grateful
for the attention.
He cleans Iago's hand, at least, and tucks himself back into his pants. He leans over Iago and presses a soft kiss to a scar just below his shoulder, then settles into the bed beside him, draping a warm arm around his waist.
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Date: 2025-03-29 04:42 pm (UTC)"There you are, my dear."
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Date: 2025-03-29 04:49 pm (UTC)It's disorienting in a pleasant way this time, unlike the strangeness from the festival. He feels - more comfortable this way, at least.
He sits up and just takes off the shirt, tossing it to the side. It would need to be actually cleaned.
He's scarred along his back and chest, some from war, some from stupidity in his younger years, some from torture, but he's too tired to be self conscious of any of it. He just settles on the pillow...strangely grateful for the attention.
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Date: 2025-03-29 05:07 pm (UTC)"Go to sleep, beautiful."
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Date: 2025-03-29 05:18 pm (UTC)He slides an arm around him in turn and holds him close, strangely glad for his presence. "I will, tesoro."
He is asleep in moments, his breathing even and his pleasant dreams unbothered.