Cain Augustin Amadeus Scarlett (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
prohibitions) wrote2019-01-05 10:21 am
prohibitions) wrote2019-01-05 10:21 am
Call Me Out + Overflow
I should leave something witty here. Oh well.
[Continuing from here]
How much do I have to beg you to come here with some.
I don't have the mental capacity to brave the streets right now.
[He will, 1000%, have a breakdown of some sort if he leaves his apartment. His head is pounding and the only reason he's getting by is because his apartment is warded so heavily. to keep sound and thoughts out.]
How much do I have to beg you to come here with some.
I don't have the mental capacity to brave the streets right now.
[He will, 1000%, have a breakdown of some sort if he leaves his apartment. His head is pounding and the only reason he's getting by is because his apartment is warded so heavily. to keep sound and thoughts out.]
Is it okay if I bring Irene with me?
[U know, his familiar. The one who is literally the most poisonous land snake in the world.
She likes Cain.]
[U know, his familiar. The one who is literally the most poisonous land snake in the world.
She likes Cain.]
You could bring a bloody elephant to my place and I wouldn't give an arse, Rastaban.
I would prefer that you don't actually consider this though.
Yes, you can bring Irene.
[He rarely lets anyone over to his place much less let them know where he lives. Rastaban is an exception from the norm. As usual.]
I would prefer that you don't actually consider this though.
Yes, you can bring Irene.
[He rarely lets anyone over to his place much less let them know where he lives. Rastaban is an exception from the norm. As usual.]
I don't have an elephant anyway.
On my way, should be there in 10-20.
[Rastaban has difficulty finding his way places unless he has ingrained them into his routine to the point that he could sleepwalk there. Cain's place is actually getting to that level.]
On my way, should be there in 10-20.
[Rastaban has difficulty finding his way places unless he has ingrained them into his routine to the point that he could sleepwalk there. Cain's place is actually getting to that level.]
You're a saint.
[He leaves his door unlocked so they can just let themselves in. Cain was a right mess. He was dressed down to only slacks and a dress shirt. He hadn't even bothered to tuck the shirt in. His music sheets were floating in the air around the entire apartment, which was a good testament to how stressed out the man was. His magic usually didn't get this unstable unless he was mentally at his limit.
He's sitting at his coffee table and staring out the window with a cigarette stub tucked between his fingers. The cigarette was burning his fingers, but he hasn't taken notice. He's just waiting for the other at this point.
Maybe he's less fine than he had implied to the other.]
[He leaves his door unlocked so they can just let themselves in. Cain was a right mess. He was dressed down to only slacks and a dress shirt. He hadn't even bothered to tuck the shirt in. His music sheets were floating in the air around the entire apartment, which was a good testament to how stressed out the man was. His magic usually didn't get this unstable unless he was mentally at his limit.
He's sitting at his coffee table and staring out the window with a cigarette stub tucked between his fingers. The cigarette was burning his fingers, but he hasn't taken notice. He's just waiting for the other at this point.
Maybe he's less fine than he had implied to the other.]
[Rastaban arrives in a little over ten minutes. Irene helps him find his way. He on the other hand is dressed to the nines of his usual flavor of bland respectability, the armor that gets him through the waters of social interaction.
He frowns when he sees the music paper drifting about. Yes, this is worse than a simple headache. Good thing he came prepared.
Rastaban gathers the music sheets as he walks, plucking them from the air and gathering them in a nice sheaf to be ordered properly when time allows for it. He sets them on the table and weighs them down with his satchel, opened to take out several bottles of over the counter painkillers of increasing strength and two draughts of his own design for things much more severe. All are lined up on the coffee table like little soldiers ready to fight this battle.
He considers the draughts. The pillls. Cain.
Rastaban frowns at the cigarette burns.
He takes the cigarette away, sets it in whatever convenient ashtray is nearby without stubbing it out in case Cain wants to return to it. He brings Cain's hand up to his lips to kiss the burns, murmuring a word against his skin that mends the damaged tissue. Rastaban keeps his hand in his own so that he can take one of the pill bottles and drop two capsules into Cain's palm. One of the draughts is selected next and brought to his other hand.]
Here. These. Should help.
He frowns when he sees the music paper drifting about. Yes, this is worse than a simple headache. Good thing he came prepared.
Rastaban gathers the music sheets as he walks, plucking them from the air and gathering them in a nice sheaf to be ordered properly when time allows for it. He sets them on the table and weighs them down with his satchel, opened to take out several bottles of over the counter painkillers of increasing strength and two draughts of his own design for things much more severe. All are lined up on the coffee table like little soldiers ready to fight this battle.
He considers the draughts. The pillls. Cain.
Rastaban frowns at the cigarette burns.
He takes the cigarette away, sets it in whatever convenient ashtray is nearby without stubbing it out in case Cain wants to return to it. He brings Cain's hand up to his lips to kiss the burns, murmuring a word against his skin that mends the damaged tissue. Rastaban keeps his hand in his own so that he can take one of the pill bottles and drop two capsules into Cain's palm. One of the draughts is selected next and brought to his other hand.]
Here. These. Should help.
[Cain doesn't react right away. The man was downright catatonic and seemingly lost in his own head.
He only seems to snap out of it when he feels Rastaban's lips against his hand and he finally blinks and turns to look at the other. The tension in his body seems to seep away immediately and the expression on his face softens upon seeing the other.
Cain can't help but laugh a little. And wince a bit because laughing and headaches really do not work well together.] I asked for painkillers and I feel like you brought a pharmacy. [He glances at all the bottles before taking the pills placed in his palm. He, however, doesn't take the draught and examines it.] Did you make this?
[His other hand, now empty, blindly reach out towards the other.] When did you get here? I didn't hear you come in.
He only seems to snap out of it when he feels Rastaban's lips against his hand and he finally blinks and turns to look at the other. The tension in his body seems to seep away immediately and the expression on his face softens upon seeing the other.
Cain can't help but laugh a little. And wince a bit because laughing and headaches really do not work well together.] I asked for painkillers and I feel like you brought a pharmacy. [He glances at all the bottles before taking the pills placed in his palm. He, however, doesn't take the draught and examines it.] Did you make this?
[His other hand, now empty, blindly reach out towards the other.] When did you get here? I didn't hear you come in.
I just got here.
[He takes Cain's hand when the other man blindly reaches for him, nodding at the earlier question.]
I did. I couldn't find painkillers that worked so I made some of my own. That one will leave you a little foggy headed, but not for more than half an hour. Should take care of almost anything.
[Not the cluster headaches he's prone to, sadly, but recent research has given to show them to be more like seizures of pure pain rather than the headaches they're named after, so he's got a new direction to find his own cure in. And in the meantime he's made quite the arsenal of medicine of his own design to assist in other problems.]
[He takes Cain's hand when the other man blindly reaches for him, nodding at the earlier question.]
I did. I couldn't find painkillers that worked so I made some of my own. That one will leave you a little foggy headed, but not for more than half an hour. Should take care of almost anything.
[Not the cluster headaches he's prone to, sadly, but recent research has given to show them to be more like seizures of pure pain rather than the headaches they're named after, so he's got a new direction to find his own cure in. And in the meantime he's made quite the arsenal of medicine of his own design to assist in other problems.]
[He glances at his coffee table that's currently covered in bottles.] You certainly had enough time to bring out the arsenal out. I suppose I fibbed a little bit about the state of my well-being.
[In his defense. He didn't really know he was that bad.]
An absolute hero. I'm undeserving of your attention. [He squeezes Rastaban's hand and looks up at the man with a soft smile. An expression that only seems to be reserved for the other.
He takes the draught and makes a bit of a face.] One day, we'll learn how to make draughts that taste good. There has to be a way to make these things taste a bit better than absolutely vile. [He places the empty draught bottle on the table.]
[In his defense. He didn't really know he was that bad.]
An absolute hero. I'm undeserving of your attention. [He squeezes Rastaban's hand and looks up at the man with a soft smile. An expression that only seems to be reserved for the other.
He takes the draught and makes a bit of a face.] One day, we'll learn how to make draughts that taste good. There has to be a way to make these things taste a bit better than absolutely vile. [He places the empty draught bottle on the table.]
[Rastaban is content to sit and listen patiently to Cain, nonjudgemental of his current state or his bending of the truth of it. While he's holding Cain's hand, there's the movement under the fabric of Rastaban's sleeve as Irene pokes a curious head out, resting on top of Rastaban's hand for a moment before sliding forward onto Cain's, rubbing her head against his wrist. She likes him, he treats her person well, and is the only one who seems to understand Rastaban's value the way she does.
He smiles, taking Cain's other free hand with his own when Cain takes the drought and sets the empty bottle down.]
I had a ... I guess you would call him a friend in school, he was very good at making potions and got very annoyed when people complained about the taste rather than what they could do and how adding a little mint could disrupt the whole careful balance of it.
[Rastaban smiles a bit at the memory. He has few happy memories from school, but that was one of them.]
He smiles, taking Cain's other free hand with his own when Cain takes the drought and sets the empty bottle down.]
I had a ... I guess you would call him a friend in school, he was very good at making potions and got very annoyed when people complained about the taste rather than what they could do and how adding a little mint could disrupt the whole careful balance of it.
[Rastaban smiles a bit at the memory. He has few happy memories from school, but that was one of them.]
[Cain glances at Irene and makes a kiss noise at her with a smile before looking back at the other and laughing.]
Just because they're beneficial doesn't mean people can't want something that tastes a little better than sludge. This is why people absolutely adore things that are bad for them. They're delectable. Positively addicting.
[The other had a surprisingly calming presence for him. He feels better even without the other giving him something to help with his raging headache.] You truly are a life saver though. You don't even ask why. You just agree to come here and help. [And that makes him feel guilty because he's nothing but full of secrets and Rastaban is just content with what bits he throws to the other.]
Just because they're beneficial doesn't mean people can't want something that tastes a little better than sludge. This is why people absolutely adore things that are bad for them. They're delectable. Positively addicting.
[The other had a surprisingly calming presence for him. He feels better even without the other giving him something to help with his raging headache.] You truly are a life saver though. You don't even ask why. You just agree to come here and help. [And that makes him feel guilty because he's nothing but full of secrets and Rastaban is just content with what bits he throws to the other.]
[Cain gets another boop at the kiss noise. Snek kiss. She otherwise rests contentedly stretched across their hands and absorbs their warmth, black scales glittering like little flakes of obsidian.
Rastaban tilts his head to the side at Cain's observation, however, like he can't quite understand why it's something to be praised over.]
You would tell me if I needed to know. You needed help with pain, that's all that mattered.
Rastaban tilts his head to the side at Cain's observation, however, like he can't quite understand why it's something to be praised over.]
You would tell me if I needed to know. You needed help with pain, that's all that mattered.
[How darling. Irene had been a bit of a surprise, but it wasn't so weird to him and much more interesting than anything. She was easy to grow accustomed to. It helped that she's rather quiet.
Oh. He feels absolutely guilty.] You are ridiculously too kind, Rastaban. You've never wondered why I have chronic headaches? [Was the other curious but just content with not knowing? He doesn't get the other sometimes. Too kind. Too sincere. Too honest. A lot of things he isn't.]
Oh. He feels absolutely guilty.] You are ridiculously too kind, Rastaban. You've never wondered why I have chronic headaches? [Was the other curious but just content with not knowing? He doesn't get the other sometimes. Too kind. Too sincere. Too honest. A lot of things he isn't.]
Bad luck of genetics amplified by a smoking habit?
[His own were bad luck of genetics, near as he could tell. It probably said a lot about Rastaban that he never questioned where pain came from. It just happened sometimes. That was how life was.]
[His own were bad luck of genetics, near as he could tell. It probably said a lot about Rastaban that he never questioned where pain came from. It just happened sometimes. That was how life was.]
[He isn't sure if he should question Rastaban's life a bit or just accept that things kind of suck for the both of them in some ways. Either way, he can't help but laugh. He pulls one of his hands (the one that Irene isn't on) away so he can run it through his disheveled hair.
He may as well tell the other. He laughs a little.] The smoking is because of it. [He looks at the other carefully.] I can read minds, y'know. [Well, he knows Rastaban doesn't know. Except now he knows.] You can say I'm a natural at it even.
He may as well tell the other. He laughs a little.] The smoking is because of it. [He looks at the other carefully.] I can read minds, y'know. [Well, he knows Rastaban doesn't know. Except now he knows.] You can say I'm a natural at it even.
Oh.
[Rastaban blinks slowly, and there's the knee jerk doubling down of his mental defenses that came with needing them to stay alive. He's quiet, expression blank, while he just mentally digests that information. Does he still trust Cain? Absolutely. Does this ultimately matter? Not really.
Alright then.]
So it's... loud. That's what causes the headaches?
[Rastaban blinks slowly, and there's the knee jerk doubling down of his mental defenses that came with needing them to stay alive. He's quiet, expression blank, while he just mentally digests that information. Does he still trust Cain? Absolutely. Does this ultimately matter? Not really.
Alright then.]
So it's... loud. That's what causes the headaches?
[Rastaban's reactions is relieving and also incredibly anticlimatic. He laughs and it probably sounds ridiculously relieved.]
Ridiculously. I don't- I can't control it, actually. [A laughable thing, he thinks, that he can be done in by his own neurotic mess.] You know how you can hear all the chatter around you at a party? You can't understand what everyone is saying, but it's always there? It's like that, but it's always in your head. Getting in the way of your own thoughts. Incredibly infuriating.
[He thinks about the looks from his parents when they had first found out.] It doesn't bother you?
Ridiculously. I don't- I can't control it, actually. [A laughable thing, he thinks, that he can be done in by his own neurotic mess.] You know how you can hear all the chatter around you at a party? You can't understand what everyone is saying, but it's always there? It's like that, but it's always in your head. Getting in the way of your own thoughts. Incredibly infuriating.
[He thinks about the looks from his parents when they had first found out.] It doesn't bother you?
[Rastaban listens, patient as ever, letting Cain work through what he needs to work through. He's never heard of naturals at mind reading, but there's those who are naturals in that manner in other forms of magic, so why not? Unexpected, surely, but he's too much of an academic for true surprise. It's more interesting than anything else.
And with that same understated anticlimactic tone he also asks.]
Well, are you planning on killing me?
And with that same understated anticlimactic tone he also asks.]
Well, are you planning on killing me?
[The snort that Cain makes is so incredibly far from graceful and a rather ugly noise, but he can't help it. He isn't sure if they're asking it seriously or not because it's such a question out of nowhere that he's speechless for a moment.]
Plan on? Heavens no. Bloody hell. I've been courting you for who knows how long. Why would I want to kill you?
[Good god this man is going to kill him if anything.] Also, let's be frank. Irene would kill me before I could tough even a hair on you if I had any intent on snuffing you out.
Plan on? Heavens no. Bloody hell. I've been courting you for who knows how long. Why would I want to kill you?
[Good god this man is going to kill him if anything.] Also, let's be frank. Irene would kill me before I could tough even a hair on you if I had any intent on snuffing you out.
[Irene bumps Cain. Good boy, having such faith in her. Rastaban just shrugs.]
If you're not intending to kill me then no it doesn't bother me, is what I'm getting at.
[He makes a soft sound at Irene and she curls back fully onto Rastaban's wrist so he can once again bring Cain's hand up to his mouth to kiss it.]
I can try making something better, now that I know where the pain comes from. For next time.
If you're not intending to kill me then no it doesn't bother me, is what I'm getting at.
[He makes a soft sound at Irene and she curls back fully onto Rastaban's wrist so he can once again bring Cain's hand up to his mouth to kiss it.]
I can try making something better, now that I know where the pain comes from. For next time.
[He's not going to fight Irene. He really would prefer not because she would win or he would feel bad for doing anything to her or something. It's a lose lose situation for Cain no matter how he looks at it.
All the tension in Cain's body just seems to completely leave. It's like a floodgate had been opened and he has never so desperately been happy to hear such words. It wasn't as though many knew about it. Cain practically melts when the other kisses his hand and he can't help but lean forward so he can catch Rastaban's lips with his own.]
Honestly, you've been nothing but perfect. [He presses his forehead to Rastaban's.] I was curious by you. You're a blank slate to me. It was that moment of silence in a sea of noise and I was so bloody intrigued and I pursued you. It was perhaps a flight of fancy at first and then you ensnared me so wonderfully.
Now I'm completely smitten with you. You don't need to make me anything better, darling.
All the tension in Cain's body just seems to completely leave. It's like a floodgate had been opened and he has never so desperately been happy to hear such words. It wasn't as though many knew about it. Cain practically melts when the other kisses his hand and he can't help but lean forward so he can catch Rastaban's lips with his own.]
Honestly, you've been nothing but perfect. [He presses his forehead to Rastaban's.] I was curious by you. You're a blank slate to me. It was that moment of silence in a sea of noise and I was so bloody intrigued and I pursued you. It was perhaps a flight of fancy at first and then you ensnared me so wonderfully.
Now I'm completely smitten with you. You don't need to make me anything better, darling.
[Rastaban is accustomed to his fair share of secrets. He understands why they exist, why they are kept. He doesn't begrudge Cain even a little but for having this one, though it fills him with such joy to be trusted enough to share in it.]
You have shown me a world I never thought possible. That anyone would ever look at me the way you look at me, that anyone would ever touch me the way you have touched me...
[Rastaban still looks at Cain like something dazzling.]
There is nothing I would not do for you, Cain. Nothing.
You have shown me a world I never thought possible. That anyone would ever look at me the way you look at me, that anyone would ever touch me the way you have touched me...
[Rastaban still looks at Cain like something dazzling.]
There is nothing I would not do for you, Cain. Nothing.
[Cain knows that one day. One day he'll spill everything to Rastaban. The other would either accept every terrible secret he had kept away or finally be disgusted and leave, but he knows he will tell the other because he can't simply keep hiding from this man.]
Well, that's merely because I'm not completely blind like most others. They're surely missing out on such a fine specimen, but it really doesn't matter now. I'm not particularly fond of sharing such a beautiful find. I'm nothing less than completely selfish, I'll have you know.
[He laughs gently.]
Then you're going to have to learn some dancing. I'm completely weak to a man who can dance. And not a bloody waltz because I absolutely hate waltzing. Social gathering for decades had taught me that I absolutely abhor the thought of having to waltz.
Well, that's merely because I'm not completely blind like most others. They're surely missing out on such a fine specimen, but it really doesn't matter now. I'm not particularly fond of sharing such a beautiful find. I'm nothing less than completely selfish, I'll have you know.
[He laughs gently.]
Then you're going to have to learn some dancing. I'm completely weak to a man who can dance. And not a bloody waltz because I absolutely hate waltzing. Social gathering for decades had taught me that I absolutely abhor the thought of having to waltz.
No waltzing.
[Honestly the idea of dancing at all is more than slightly terrifying for Rastaban, but he'd brave it in an instant for Cain.]
What kind of dancing? That still leaves... a lot.
[For all he knows Cain could be a fan of square dancing.]
[Honestly the idea of dancing at all is more than slightly terrifying for Rastaban, but he'd brave it in an instant for Cain.]
What kind of dancing? That still leaves... a lot.
[For all he knows Cain could be a fan of square dancing.]
I'll waltz if it's with you, but that's merely because I can't keep my hands on you.
[He laughs a little before he gives the other a mischievous grin.]
I fancy myself a good swing or lindy hop. If you really want to learn, I'll teach you if you want. Dancing that is.
[He laughs a little before he gives the other a mischievous grin.]
I fancy myself a good swing or lindy hop. If you really want to learn, I'll teach you if you want. Dancing that is.
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