Ideal World Endgame

[idolpro]

Who: Beautiful dreamers
Where: The Game Tower
When: Day 271, morning

[When you wake, the folding chairs and divans from before have all been cleared away. You're lying asleep on the floor, healed of all injury.]

[You remember the events of the worlds you've visited as though visions seen in a dream -- though for those of you torn from your perfect existence, there is an ache inside you which will not fade for some days... the pain of something precious that has been lost.]

[Out beyond the windows of the tower, the sky is no longer a perfect blue; the vegetation is no longer as lush and inviting.]

[The view is of Tokyo-F, exactly as it's always been.]

[Near the far wall, there is an open book on a pedestal. The pages are empty. It is titled GUEST BOOK, and a pen waits nearby.]

GUEST BOOK | SOUVENIRS | WINNERS

Comments

[selfpreservationist]

Yes. Some... uncomfortable parallels. I imagine he... finds solace in that.

[crystallinelore]

Aha. It does seem I am somewhat cursed to be fond of people who like them more, amusingly enough. Or, well, that is being dramatic.

[selfpreservationist]

What does that make me, who's far, far fonder of you than them?

[crystallinelore]

Mine. The reason I called myself dramatic. 'Tis silly of me to linger on a few could-have-beens when I have you, yes?

[selfpreservationist]

[gently runs his knuckles along noah's cheek, over the crystal, down his jawline]

... yes. You do have me, for whatever that's worth.

[crystallinelore]

[tipping his head, baring his throat for Raven easily.]

'Tis worth a great deal, my dear.

[selfpreservationist]

[lowering his eyes as his fingertips softly trace patterns along noah's neck, getting distracted...]

Is it...

[crystallinelore]

[reaching to cup his face in both hands]

Should I scold you more, for not believing in your own value? I know I was... compromised, last time, but I meant all that I said.

[selfpreservationist]

[leaning into his touch with a neediness he can't really hide, his eyes lowering]

... perhaps I just want to hear you say it again.

[crystallinelore]

[stroking his cheek gently.]

Raven. I love you, you know? I will not be taking that back.

[selfpreservationist]

[he swallows, his jaw trembling for a moment, and then covers one of noah's hands on his cheek]

I... I feel... the same.

[crystallinelore]

Full glad am I to hear it.

[getting up on his veeeery tippiest of toes to try and nudge their foreheads together. stupid tall lover.]

[selfpreservationist]

[leans down to meet him, accidentally bonking his head on the antlers first but recovers. his arms wind around noah and hold him close, a little tight, a little clingy]

[crystallinelore]

[nuzzles him carefully once they're situated forehead to forehead, as if in apology for the antlers complicating matters. his own arms drape over Raven's shoulders, welcoming the support and the closeness.]

I love you.

[selfpreservationist]

[kisses him, firm and just short of demanding, bringing one hand up to cup his cheek]

[crystallinelore]

[melts into it, all warm happy cat, fully affectionate.]

[selfpreservationist]

[good because raven's going to make out with him in full view of everyone for like

ten fucking minutes]

[crystallinelore]

[what is shame? we're stressed and possessive. noah is 100% going with it.]

[selfpreservationist]

[he's not stopping until he needs to breathe, both hands holding noah's head, one at the back of his neck and the other petting his ears, as he nibbles on his lower lip]

[crystallinelore]

[noah whines soft and breathless, swaying so he's pressed even harder against Raven.]

[selfpreservationist]

[leans in and murmurs by his ear, his breath warm]

Can I steal you away for a few hours, or are your plans already made?

[crystallinelore]

[shivers, ears flickering.]

I am all yours for now, my love.

[selfpreservationist]

Good. Come with me.

[he takes noah's wrist and drags him out of the game tower, not towards the hotel but towards the garage where his car is parked]

[crystallinelore]

[blinks, surprised by the direction, but picking up speed to keep pace with him.]

Where are we headed?

[selfpreservationist]

The other hotel. Unless you have somewhere else in mind? I don't want to be disturbed right now.