[ARE THEY MENTALLY RESILIENT??? They're all just collectively good at repressing.]
Maybe so.
[But he will wait patiently!! His lil numb stitch zones... The needle doesn't bother him overly-much especially since it's not a syringe or IV; Scien will be able to do his quick work without any interruptions. MORE IMPORTANTLY, HE GETS TO SEE NADIA AGAIN!!!! He has to kill Capucine... and find Scien... deal with that whole MESS... He has to tell Nadia about his MURDER HANDS. AND GET THERAPY. My god. The future is fucking overwhelming.
But at the very least, there's Nadia.]
...It feels as though I haven't seen her in years...
[So much has changed over such a short window of time, comparatively.]
[HE NEEDS HIS REPAIRS!!! The skin is angry and red and a little bloody but it's fine he heals well.]
...Even that sounds like a dream.
[NO CAPUCINE!!! HEALTHY NADIA!!! OOOOUGHHH HIS PERFECT PRECIOUS BABY SISTER!!!! And even though he was the one who spilled blood to restore her health, everything else is possible because of Scien. Fuckin buckwild.]
[ he does heal well!! but scien will still be diligent... once that's all done, he'll just start wrapping his bandages again so that the stitches don't rub on anything.
but he raises a brow ]
Plenty of dreams coming true for you, it seems.
[ no capucine, healthy nadia, his own health restored, a curse-free island, wow. ]
[He'll lift his arms to accommodate, sitting still and silent as Scien wraps him back up again. Plenty of dreams really are coming true for him. As he sits there and thinks on it, on everything the future now holds for him that he'd never so much as considered possible until arriving here, he's able to find and hold onto something through the teeth he almost always has to fight against when he interacts with Scien in most ways.
A warm feeling. Light and pleasant, safe and gentle, like the kiss of sunlight in a meadow. A future he'd tried to capture with his own hands, and managed to tear a part of it into reality through blood and brute force, but everything else...
As Scien's hands pass by, one of his own reaches out again, touching his inner wrist so gently it's probably barely felt.]
...Thank you.
[Just a quiet two words, but something he doesn't have to fight quite so hard to get out into the space between them.]
scien's own involvement had felt so expected to him—something that he'd practically forced upon lucas—that it would feel almost unnatural to give credit. so much of this was born of his own selfishness. to force lucas into detox and rehabilitation. to mend his body until he was no longer on the brink of death. to grant him all the answers to fix the island.
anything, just to get him a chance of living a long, happy life. but he would've done so even if lucas cursed his name the whole way down. if the demons never subsided, and he was hated every step of the way.
... still.
this time, gratitude feels good. he reminds himself to not get caught up in it.
his hand still under lucas's touch, turns at the wrist just to leave his palm open. in the same second, he'll lean in just to press his lips to lucas's cheek, affectionate. ]
[My god has he gone on a wild emotional rollercoaster over the way Scien's truly stuck his foot in the door and refused to leave. Periods of anger that felt very much like his own, and ones that really were - times when he'd felt miserable and wanted nothing more than to lash out, times when he felt guiltier than sin and like he couldn't possibly bear the weight of all the good that had been forced into his hands. In the future, there will surely be more of these fluctuations. Lucas's heart and mind are in a state of constant flux, due to who he is as a person and what he's still having to deal with.
But for now, he selfishly hangs on to that warm feeling. Even if he hardly has the right to enjoy anything but a heavy heart after everything he's done - in general and more recently - it's much more pleasant to hold than all of the ugly feelings he normally harbors.
His fingertips find Scien's palm. When Scien presses his lips to his cheek, he turns his head a little, this time toward him instead of away. It's close enough that their lips almost brush, but he's reserved in the way that he doesn't let this one tide of warmth carry him too far and straightens up a little to regain some space. His hand stays with Scien's, though.]
that brief, momentary blip of longing was the first drop of blood in the water. now, this brief, physical manifestation of it makes something in scien's stomach twist with hunger. a barely there, almost kiss. a piece of affection, nearly returned.
the corner of his mouth curls upward, and he chases. not to close the distance—not all the way. only to rest his forehead against lucas's, so near that his next words can be felt against his lips. scien's fingers curl around lucas's. ]
I think you should take what you want from me. Even if it's too much.
[ he lingers there, so close that only breaths and heartbeats could fit in the space between them. and after one heavy moment, and another, only then will he begin to pull back. he won't overstay his welcome, but my god does he lean his full weight into the doorway.
just one terribly intentional twist of temptation. ]
[SO MUCH HAPPENS SO QUICKLY. LUCAS WAS JUST MINDING HIS OWN BUSINESS!!!! He truly didn't expect the soft, barely-there brush of his own gentle near-affection to be met with anything, which is his own damn fault for being a fool after a solid week of lobster pot time. Forehead to forehead like this, with Scien's mouth so close that he can feel his breath against his lips, his heart skips a beat and then jackrabbits into a faster clip, eyes wide and startled and staring at the striking color of Scien's. At the vivid blue, the marker of Relivers.
Scien encourages him to take what he wants, and his breath hitches.]
I...
[...What could he want from Scien Brofiise that he hasn't already been given? Is he somehow hungry for even more? A veritable god has already deigned to grant his every unspoken wish, to caress his hands and face with gentle fingers and lips, and even though he'd grown accustomed to it - expects it now, even - his affections are slow to bud when they have so much mud to push through. This is perhaps the first time that he's been made consciously aware of the pull inside of himself, of those selfish hands within him that want to reach out for more, and it's a frightening thing.
He stays there, frozen still, so terribly close to the man he's called a devil for years, who paved his way to salvation. Rather than words, new wants come to mind in vivid little what-if flashes; a mouth against his own, the hands that had so expertly sewn his wounds shut ghosting over them. He can feel his heart in his throat, tying up his words. The poison he's still interwoven with so tightly thinks I want to take your life. His hands twitch. One heavy moment passes. Two. The temptation is there, like the single red apple on a gently bowed branch, demanding to be bitten into.
[Also pulls back with a soft little gasp, like someone startled back into wakefulness. There's a flush splashed across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, and he's just QUIET FOR SEVERAL LONG MOMENTS AS HE COMES TO TERMS with all of the things he's just been forced to learn about himself very quickly. HELLO!!]
the way that i said i would save the worst of this for monday but once again i forgot that scien is so scien
the color that paints across lucas's face is satisfying in and of itself. to watch an idea suddenly illuminate, however mortifying or embarrassing it might be. in fact, the more illicit it is, the better. scien smiles at the expression and the quiet that comes after. again, he gives lucas just a little bit of time to recover.
and then one arm slips around his waist, the other beneath his thighs, and pulls him so that he is now entirely in scien's lap. closer and closer still. one hand ghosting over the bare skin of his lower back, the other reclaiming lucas's hand in his own in a loose, messy tangle of fingers. ]
[MOM COME PICK ME UP THE DEVIL IS TEMPTING ME TO SIN
HE IS JUST PULLED ONTO GOD'S LAP, IN THIS HOUSE OF GOD (HOT AND KISSABLE). It doesn't need to be emotionshare week to understand that the vibes are truly just ??? ????? ??!?!?!?!?!!? about it. NO NO!!!! NO FRUIT OF FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE!!! HE'S NOT GOING TO HELL TODAY SATAN!!!! ...Even though the touch against his lower back is a sore temptation, echoing the faint traces of hunger that still sit in him. The hand that is now holding Scien's tightens in a squeeze, firm but not too harsh, ever-mindful of his own strength even when it's reduced.]
—I wasn't going to say anything! There's nothing else that I want. Please finish the examination.
[TRYING TO GENTLY ROLL OFF OF SCIEN'S LAP GOODBYE.]
scien just secures his hold on lucas so he doesn't just roll off??? the teasing touches become just a little bit more firm, looping around lucas's waist ]
Hold on. Stop. I need to look into your mouth anyway, don't just move around so suddenly.
[ LIKE HE DIDN'T BRING LUCAS INTO A SUPER FLIRTY TEASING POSITION ]
No, but it's more comfortable for me. And I think I said earlier already that I'd rather keep you close.
[ yea scien is horrible and continues to be the worst. but he'll free his hand from lucas's just so that he can curl a finger beneath his chin. he guides his face so that he has to look at scien again, nearly nose to nose.
but he's back in doctor mode so all he says is: ] Open.
[
but he does brush his thumb against lucas's bottom lip so ]
[SAID WITH SOME SNAPPISH HUFFINESS BUT HIS FACE IS STILL RED MY GOD. He really is just a stupid tsun bottom baby around Scien when his brainworms aren't fully activated, it's a nightmare here.
Scien is TOO CLOSE!!! HE CONTINUES TO BE TOO CLOSE!! His whole face feels hot and that's embarrassing, and even though he allows himself to be guided back by the gentle finger at his chin, his eyes dart away. Scien is doing unnecessary things THIS VERY MOMENT. DON'T JUST TOUCH HIS BOTTOM LIP WHILE SAYING OPEN. THIS IS HORRIBLE.
He will open his mouth as directed but it's with a hesitant and self-conscious air even though Scien is back in doctor mode.]
[ oh to have your physical check-up done by your crush this is some romcom nonsense
back to checking for any damages and assuming that he's healing... he'll use the hand at lucas's chin to guide his face upward gently again just to be consistent and check from more angles ]
Ah... I forgot to have you ask me a question first.
[ so now it's just silent, and their faces are close, and scien's gaze is so trained on lucas's blushy lil face ]
[IT IS SOME ROMCOM NONSENSE THIS IS A NIGHTMARE OUT HERE.
He is truly looking anywhere but Scien, allowing his head to be tilted this way and that so he can be examined. The good news is, he's healing! Yaaay. There's nothing to indicate additional damage in his throat, everything in his mouth seems fine and dandy, his teeth are there and still unnaturally sharp as hell.
BUT NOOOOOO. NO QUESTIONS, ONLY SILENCE. JUST SILENCE AND SCIEN LOOKING AT HIM TOO CLOSELY. Their faces are so close... If he glances over - and he does, once, quickly - they really are so close. HIS BLUSH IS JUST GETTING WORSE. He raises a hand to touch Scien's wrist like HURRY UP AND FINISH ALREADY AND TELL HIM HE CAN CLOSE HIS MOUTH.]
scien will just barely bite back a laugh at how red he's getting... but this truly is the type of face he enjoys.... when lucas touches his wrist, he'll just gently tap the underside of his chin. ]
You're healing well.
[ and then he'll gently take that hand lucas reached out to him with in his own, interlacing their fingers...
and then placing a kiss to the corner of lucas's mouth once closed ]
[STOP TEASING!!!!! NO!!!! HE IS THE BULLY but he's truly being bullied in this moment. He'll close his mouth as soon as his chin is tapped, looking flustered and indignant and a little bitey but it's all made moot by his stupid little blush.
AND THEN HE'S JUST GETTING A LIL KISSY TO THE CORNER OF HIS MOUTH OUGH. NO!!!!!! It's not terrible at all. NOOOOOOO. He's going to try sliding off of Scien's lap again even though he lets his hand be caught.]
Thank you. [WHAT IS HE THANKING SCIEN FOR.] —Everything is done, correct?
[IMMEDIATELY. TOO QUICKLY. He'll move with the help of Scien's guidance so he doesn't pull any of his new stitches, though, even if he's embarrassed the whole way.]
...I'll be getting dressed and taking my leave, then.
[HE'S RUNNING FAST. His hand lingers in Scien's for a second longer, but he'll then pull it away so he can fastly pull his clothing back on. AAAAAAAAA.]
I left them in the hallway, so you can just take me there.
[He isn't as worried about Scien catching a glimpse of his room as some other people, but he still does not want to go through the song and dance of explaining that his table is not a sacrificial altar.]
No. [ just no ] We just went through all the hassle of icing your foot and getting the swelling down, so might as well keep you off it for as long as possible.
[ he'll turn and hold an arm out for lucas to nestle against so it's easier to pick him up, once he's done dressing again ]
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Maybe so.
[But he will wait patiently!! His lil numb stitch zones... The needle doesn't bother him overly-much especially since it's not a syringe or IV; Scien will be able to do his quick work without any interruptions. MORE IMPORTANTLY, HE GETS TO SEE NADIA AGAIN!!!! He has to kill Capucine... and find Scien... deal with that whole MESS... He has to tell Nadia about his MURDER HANDS. AND GET THERAPY. My god. The future is fucking overwhelming.
But at the very least, there's Nadia.]
...It feels as though I haven't seen her in years...
[So much has changed over such a short window of time, comparatively.]
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Soon you'll get to spend everyday with her, without anyone else monitoring your time together.
[ goodbye capucine ]
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...Even that sounds like a dream.
[NO CAPUCINE!!! HEALTHY NADIA!!! OOOOUGHHH HIS PERFECT PRECIOUS BABY SISTER!!!! And even though he was the one who spilled blood to restore her health, everything else is possible because of Scien. Fuckin buckwild.]
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but he raises a brow ]
Plenty of dreams coming true for you, it seems.
[ no capucine, healthy nadia, his own health restored, a curse-free island, wow. ]
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A warm feeling. Light and pleasant, safe and gentle, like the kiss of sunlight in a meadow. A future he'd tried to capture with his own hands, and managed to tear a part of it into reality through blood and brute force, but everything else...
As Scien's hands pass by, one of his own reaches out again, touching his inner wrist so gently it's probably barely felt.]
...Thank you.
[Just a quiet two words, but something he doesn't have to fight quite so hard to get out into the space between them.]
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scien's own involvement had felt so expected to him—something that he'd practically forced upon lucas—that it would feel almost unnatural to give credit. so much of this was born of his own selfishness. to force lucas into detox and rehabilitation. to mend his body until he was no longer on the brink of death. to grant him all the answers to fix the island.
anything, just to get him a chance of living a long, happy life. but he would've done so even if lucas cursed his name the whole way down. if the demons never subsided, and he was hated every step of the way.
... still.
this time, gratitude feels good. he reminds himself to not get caught up in it.
his hand still under lucas's touch, turns at the wrist just to leave his palm open. in the same second, he'll lean in just to press his lips to lucas's cheek, affectionate. ]
For you, anything.
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But for now, he selfishly hangs on to that warm feeling. Even if he hardly has the right to enjoy anything but a heavy heart after everything he's done - in general and more recently - it's much more pleasant to hold than all of the ugly feelings he normally harbors.
His fingertips find Scien's palm. When Scien presses his lips to his cheek, he turns his head a little, this time toward him instead of away. It's close enough that their lips almost brush, but he's reserved in the way that he doesn't let this one tide of warmth carry him too far and straightens up a little to regain some space. His hand stays with Scien's, though.]
It's too much. But thank you, regardless.
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that brief, momentary blip of longing was the first drop of blood in the water. now, this brief, physical manifestation of it makes something in scien's stomach twist with hunger. a barely there, almost kiss. a piece of affection, nearly returned.
the corner of his mouth curls upward, and he chases. not to close the distance—not all the way. only to rest his forehead against lucas's, so near that his next words can be felt against his lips. scien's fingers curl around lucas's. ]
I think you should take what you want from me. Even if it's too much.
[ he lingers there, so close that only breaths and heartbeats could fit in the space between them. and after one heavy moment, and another, only then will he begin to pull back. he won't overstay his welcome, but my god does he lean his full weight into the doorway.
just one terribly intentional twist of temptation. ]
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Scien encourages him to take what he wants, and his breath hitches.]
I...
[...What could he want from Scien Brofiise that he hasn't already been given? Is he somehow hungry for even more? A veritable god has already deigned to grant his every unspoken wish, to caress his hands and face with gentle fingers and lips, and even though he'd grown accustomed to it - expects it now, even - his affections are slow to bud when they have so much mud to push through. This is perhaps the first time that he's been made consciously aware of the pull inside of himself, of those selfish hands within him that want to reach out for more, and it's a frightening thing.
He stays there, frozen still, so terribly close to the man he's called a devil for years, who paved his way to salvation. Rather than words, new wants come to mind in vivid little what-if flashes; a mouth against his own, the hands that had so expertly sewn his wounds shut ghosting over them. He can feel his heart in his throat, tying up his words. The poison he's still interwoven with so tightly thinks I want to take your life. His hands twitch. One heavy moment passes. Two. The temptation is there, like the single red apple on a gently bowed branch, demanding to be bitten into.
Scien begins to pull back, and he...]
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the way that i said i would save the worst of this for monday but once again i forgot that scien is so scien
the color that paints across lucas's face is satisfying in and of itself. to watch an idea suddenly illuminate, however mortifying or embarrassing it might be. in fact, the more illicit it is, the better. scien smiles at the expression and the quiet that comes after. again, he gives lucas just a little bit of time to recover.
and then one arm slips around his waist, the other beneath his thighs, and pulls him so that he is now entirely in scien's lap. closer and closer still. one hand ghosting over the bare skin of his lower back, the other reclaiming lucas's hand in his own in a loose, messy tangle of fingers. ]
Yes?
I didn't hear the end of your sentence.
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HE IS JUST PULLED ONTO GOD'S LAP, IN THIS HOUSE OF GOD (HOT AND KISSABLE). It doesn't need to be emotionshare week to understand that the vibes are truly just ??? ????? ??!?!?!?!?!!? about it. NO NO!!!! NO FRUIT OF FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE!!! HE'S NOT GOING TO HELL TODAY SATAN!!!! ...Even though the touch against his lower back is a sore temptation, echoing the faint traces of hunger that still sit in him. The hand that is now holding Scien's tightens in a squeeze, firm but not too harsh, ever-mindful of his own strength even when it's reduced.]
—I wasn't going to say anything! There's nothing else that I want. Please finish the examination.
[TRYING TO GENTLY ROLL OFF OF SCIEN'S LAP GOODBYE.]
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scien just secures his hold on lucas so he doesn't just roll off??? the teasing touches become just a little bit more firm, looping around lucas's waist ]
Hold on. Stop. I need to look into your mouth anyway, don't just move around so suddenly.
[ LIKE HE DIDN'T BRING LUCAS INTO A SUPER FLIRTY TEASING POSITION ]
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Ah... I don't have to be sitting on you for you to do that, though...
[SCIEN DID THIS AND NOW IS TRYING TO MAKE LUCAS LOOK LIKE THE UNREASONABLE ONE FOR MOVING SO SUDDENLY??? He'll hit this man with a brick.]
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[ yea scien is horrible and continues to be the worst. but he'll free his hand from lucas's just so that he can curl a finger beneath his chin. he guides his face so that he has to look at scien again, nearly nose to nose.
but he's back in doctor mode so all he says is: ] Open.
[
but he does brush his thumb against lucas's bottom lip so ]
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[SAID WITH SOME SNAPPISH HUFFINESS BUT HIS FACE IS STILL RED MY GOD. He really is just a stupid tsun bottom baby around Scien when his brainworms aren't fully activated, it's a nightmare here.
Scien is TOO CLOSE!!! HE CONTINUES TO BE TOO CLOSE!! His whole face feels hot and that's embarrassing, and even though he allows himself to be guided back by the gentle finger at his chin, his eyes dart away. Scien is doing unnecessary things THIS VERY MOMENT. DON'T JUST TOUCH HIS BOTTOM LIP WHILE SAYING OPEN. THIS IS HORRIBLE.
He will open his mouth as directed but it's with a hesitant and self-conscious air even though Scien is back in doctor mode.]
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back to checking for any damages and assuming that he's healing... he'll use the hand at lucas's chin to guide his face upward gently again just to be consistent and check from more angles ]
Ah... I forgot to have you ask me a question first.
[ so now it's just silent, and their faces are close, and scien's gaze is so trained on lucas's blushy lil face ]
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He is truly looking anywhere but Scien, allowing his head to be tilted this way and that so he can be examined. The good news is, he's healing! Yaaay. There's nothing to indicate additional damage in his throat, everything in his mouth seems fine and dandy, his teeth are there and still unnaturally sharp as hell.
BUT NOOOOOO. NO QUESTIONS, ONLY SILENCE. JUST SILENCE AND SCIEN LOOKING AT HIM TOO CLOSELY. Their faces are so close... If he glances over - and he does, once, quickly - they really are so close. HIS BLUSH IS JUST GETTING WORSE. He raises a hand to touch Scien's wrist like HURRY UP AND FINISH ALREADY AND TELL HIM HE CAN CLOSE HIS MOUTH.]
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so funny and cute my god
scien will just barely bite back a laugh at how red he's getting... but this truly is the type of face he enjoys.... when lucas touches his wrist, he'll just gently tap the underside of his chin. ]
You're healing well.
[ and then he'll gently take that hand lucas reached out to him with in his own, interlacing their fingers...
and then placing a kiss to the corner of lucas's mouth once closed ]
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AND THEN HE'S JUST GETTING A LIL KISSY TO THE CORNER OF HIS MOUTH OUGH. NO!!!!!! It's not terrible at all. NOOOOOOO. He's going to try sliding off of Scien's lap again even though he lets his hand be caught.]
Thank you. [WHAT IS HE THANKING SCIEN FOR.] —Everything is done, correct?
[HE NEEDS TO RE-ROBE.]
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[ HELP MEEEEEEE LET LUCAS ESCAPE I'M DYING
but even as he tries to wiggle off scien's lap, scien will guide him so that it's easier and doesn't strain any of his injuries... stupidass.... ]
Yes, that's right.
[ gives lucas's hand a gentle lil squeeze ]
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[IMMEDIATELY. TOO QUICKLY. He'll move with the help of Scien's guidance so he doesn't pull any of his new stitches, though, even if he's embarrassed the whole way.]
...I'll be getting dressed and taking my leave, then.
[HE'S RUNNING FAST. His hand lingers in Scien's for a second longer, but he'll then pull it away so he can fastly pull his clothing back on. AAAAAAAAA.]
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scien just nods and yawns, sitting back against the couch while he waits ]
Go ahead, but I'll bring you to your room. I can pick up your crutches from wherever you left them and deliver them to you.
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I left them in the hallway, so you can just take me there.
[He isn't as worried about Scien catching a glimpse of his room as some other people, but he still does not want to go through the song and dance of explaining that his table is not a sacrificial altar.]
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[ he'll turn and hold an arm out for lucas to nestle against so it's easier to pick him up, once he's done dressing again ]
Are you ready?
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