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 Posted: Fri May 30, 2025 9:09 pm
Returning to Destiny city had been interesting, the teleporting wasn’t what he was used to, it wasn’t unpleasant but it was enough to set off his stomach which was already not in the best of shape. He’d managed to stagger off, leaving Stichite with Benitoite in his arms, to some nearby trees and brushes so he could empty whatever might still be in his stomach. While a lot had happened he was certain it hadn’t even been two hours, he couldn’t take another pill, and this migraine was worse than any he’d had since getting on proper medication. Normally a single pill handled it…this was worse. Tears were gathered in his eyes, from the comiting, and his stomach muscles hurt from the clenching as his body attempted to further purge itself. Spots danced at the edges of his vision and everything seemed a bit fuzzy, as if someone had thrown a blur filter over everything, it was disorienting.
Rather than join Stichite in dropping Benitoite back home, and picking up Omen, he’d managed to teleport himself close to Lorcan’s home so he could power down and stagger the rest of the way there. Letting himself in he went right for the kitchen, for a bottle of water and the ice packs, before curling up in the others bed. An ice pack tucked under his head and one pressed to the side of his head. The water bottle had been emptied between the kitchen and the bedroom, a few quick drinks from the bottle seeing to that, the empty bottle was on the bedside table. The lights were out, thankfully, and the curtains pulled so it was peaceful and dark. Laying down had him dizzy, feeling like he was on a carnival ride, and it took time for things to stop moving so could close his eyes and focus on the cold of the ice packs.
He should have gone with Lorcan, to return his cousin to Rene, but he couldn’t manage the energy. His stomach hurt, the muscles feeling the strain from the heaving he’d done during the battle and upon their return, and his eyes burned with every bit of light they were subjected to. Groaning in pain he pulled a pillow over his head, to make sure no light got through. How many days could he get away with taking off?
Work…damn it…he couldn’t go in tomorrow but he knew he had work scheduled and maybe clients, he couldn’t even manage to remember that right now. What did float across his mind was those scales…shimmery and pretty. He’d gathered several, including one big one, maybe he could find a use for them. Could they do something to tattoo ink if mixed in…he could grind them up, right? It would make a pretty powder and people did mix in ashes. This was better, less morbid. Smiling under the pillow at the idea of shimmery black ink, he turned his head more into the ice pack at the right side of his head as he took comfort in the cold. Lorcan, and Omen, would be back soon. He was glad they’d made it, that Omen wasn’t going to have to make do without them.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2025 9:11 pm
Running up ahead of Lorcan, Omen bounded down the hall as he looked around for his human. On the ride home, Lorcan had let him know they were going to his home instead of Kioshi’s home.
Pausing in front of the bedroom door, he heard the groan and stretched up so he could paw at the knob until it opened. Blinking, he was surprised the hallway light went out when he opened the door, but saw Lorcan turning it off as they motioned for them to be quiet.
Flicking his tail, he slunk into the room before hopping up onto the bed near the pillow and blanket-covered form of Kioshi. Settling in by their stomach after kneading the blankets for a moment, he purred slightly and got comfortable.
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The way home had left Lorcan going over the events of the fight, even as Omen was rowdy and unbothered by the evening, since they had been at his cousin’s home instead of on the field. It was unsettling to see two of his cousins vanish and a third fall to the ground and end up blinded with stars in their eyes.
He let Omen know they were all staying at his home for a few days, if not the entire week. It made sense, seeing how bad a migraine his partner had suffered from during the fight. When they made it home and he followed Omen inside after shutting the garage, he made sure the lights were off to not cause anymore nausea or pain for Kioshi.
Again, he reminded the mauvian to be quiet, something that seemed to be very rare now that they could talk and let their demands be known, loudly and frequently. They weren’t like Katya, which irked him, but he knew they were important to Kioshi, so he just hoped they would get better as they grew older.
Sitting on the edge of the bed at first, he worked his socks and shoes off before moving them aside. It was quiet enough here, much more so than it had been in that odd in-between space, but he could tell the other wasn’t doing well from how they were curled up.
“Do you need anything, any more medicine?” Speaking quietly as he rubbed at the lump on the bed, the concern in his voice was still present, as it had been for most of the evening. Everyone had made it back, which was a miracle if you asked him, but everyone seemed to be in less-than-ideal condition.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2025 9:11 pm
He could feel the bed moving, dipping under the weight of Omen, the maivian was not small and as far as he knew they were still growing. It was enough to have him peeling out from under his pillow, because he was as claiming it as his pillow, and stared for a moment as the black fluff ball on legs kneaded at the bedding before curling up. It was nice, even calming, to have the other's company.
“Too soon, at least I think so. I took a pill right as things got started.” And he was certain two hours hadn’t passed and it was one pill and then, if the migraine hadn’t subsided, after two hours he could take another. He was dreading taking another if it might not work, he hadn’t had that happen but he feared it might this time.
Shifting a bit, a small groan muffled by the pillow still mostly covering his face, the dark haired male managed to turn a bit onto his side closer to Omen and Lorcan. “I need my head to stop hurting so much.” He also needed his stomach to stop hurting from all the clenching, and vomiting, he’d done before. Slipping a hand out from under the blankets, and reaching for Lorcan, he was still in his day clothing. Normally he was not the sort to climb into a bed in his day clothing, it was nearly as bad as shoes on in the house to him, but he just hurt too much to strip down. “Everything hurts.” Biting down on his bottom lip as he spoke softly, miserably, he didn’t like admitting to such things but here he was. At least Lorcan understood and knew…and wouldn’t say anything. Omen was here to give comfort and not judge or tell anyone either.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2025 9:15 pm
He thought as much, though the time during the fight felt like it had stretched on much longer. With a slight shake of his head, he pulled a few more layers off before lying down next to them without squishing the black fluff ball that was trying to help in their own way.
“Alright, when you can take another one, I’ll get it for you.” Grabbing the outstretched hand as he settled in, he never liked seeing them like this. But knowing that he was able to help prevent this most times was a silver lining, at least. He gently nudged Omen to get a bit more space, something he was used to having to do by now as the mauvian had continue to grow and take up more and more space on the bed and in his home.
“Get some rest, do you need me to call the shop to let them know you’ll have to be out tomorrow? It looked like there were power outages so I doubt most places will be open until that’s fixed.” Keeping his voice quiet, he ran a hand over the other’s side lightly to try and soothe them a bit.
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Grumbling slightly about being shifted and bumped around, Omen stood up and circled a few times before plopping back down and staring at the pair. Neither of them looked great, but with Kioshi feeling sick like they got from time to time, he knew not to pipe up too much. He didn’t quite understand these things called migraines but it seemed like Lorcan was able to help them happen less often or get Kioshi to feel more like themself faster when one hit.
So he kneaded lightly on the space between the two as he purred slightly, happy to be in a place he knew without someone trying to tell him what to do. If Kioshi was staying home, that meant food might get delivered and he was more than okay with that, maybe it would be something even tastier than what Morgan and Kaelynn had gotten him after he had to help then with that weird henshin pen thing.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2025 9:15 pm
“In about an hour I can take another pill.” His way of accepting that Lorcan would be grabbing him another dose of medication, he just worried it might not work. He hoped it would, was mentally crossing his fingers, as he moved the pillow off his face so he could look down at Omen and smile. It felt nice having the large cat right here against him. Their purring was loud and soothing, it was fitting that their purring be so loud, it was a nice rumbling sound. “I missed you Omen, I’m glad you were safe though.” Because that battle field was no place for Omen, his mauvian was not fit for such a place, he didn’t want him getting hurt.
Calling out of work was really not something he liked doing, and he hadn’t planned on it, he’d managed so far but this one was the worst he’d had so far. “If you don’t mind letting them know.” Since his job knew these things happened it made things easier, thankfully, and they knew the past few weeks had been rough. So it shouldn’t surprise them when he needed a day off. “Power outages would affect work anyway.” Since they needed power to get anything done in terms of inking people. Drawing, by hand, might be possible but he could do that from home once he was feeling better. Working on a computer wasn’t possible if the power kept going out, it would risk losing art if things weren’t saved often.
Giving the others hand a squeeze. “Call them once I’m asleep. I’d rather you not get up to call them.” Since Lorcan would need to hunt down his cell phone first, and he wasn’t entirely sure where it was. Though he did move about a bit more, his free hand moving to undo his pants so he could slowly wiggle free of them. Kicking them out from under the bedding, he knocked them off the bed. His shirt would be harder to remove but he really didn’t like sleeping in day clothing, it was whatever he’d been wearing all day and sweating in, it was gross and this wasn’t even his bed…no matter how much time he might spend sleeping in it.
“Omen, why don’t you pick something out that you want me to get you as a gift for being good for Rene and staying there tonight.” Managing a smile, he was glad Omen had remained under the safety of Alexandre and Rene’s home, he didn’t know his mauvian had bothered Rene but that also wasn’t his problem right now. He was just glad Omen and Lorcan, and himself, were safe and unharmed by tonight's fight.
“When this is over I’m taking a shower.” Even if it was late, because he was certainly a mess thanks to tonight's events. He’d honestly prefer one now, for that very reason, but he was in no shape for it.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2025 9:17 pm
Bumping into Kioshi as they let him know they missed him, the large mauvian moved a bit closer to their free hand. “Missed you too, does this mean everyone is staying here for a bit?” Blinking slowly as he looked up between the pair. It would mean ordered food or home-cooked, which was always better than what he managed on his own when he snuck and raided the cabinets.
Moving and grumbling slightly as Kioshi moved and wiggled under the bedding. But all the grumbling stopped when the mention of a reward came up, and a sparkle flickered in his red eyes. Moving above Kioshi’s head, he hunkered down after some more kneading and went back to being a cozy purring loaf. “I want some of those bottles of whatever he had. It smelled good, but he was rude and wouldn’t let me have them.” It made the human who had been watching him all red in the cheeks and then goofy, but he liked the way it had smelled even as the man had shooed him away.
“And I wanna know what those fluffy things that were hopping around were. He kept chasing me away from them when all I wanted to do was sniff them or maybe bap them a bit. So rude… I wasn’t doing anything troublesome.”
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“Alright, I have a silent timer on my phone just in case.” It wasn’t too difficult, but he did hope that between the medication and the peace and quiet of his home, the other might get some relief from things.
Rolling his eyes at Omen’s complaining, he was surprised to hear about the reward they wanted and found his lips tightening into a sharp frown. “So you found the tart’s wine… and the rabbits?” Sighing, he shook his head at the lofty idea of the mauvian breaking into a wine cellar or harassing his cousin’s pets.
He set his phone behind him as they got comfortable and out of a few other layers of clothing. The clinic had a generator, so he wouldn’t have to worry about anything going wrong there. Judith would let him know if any trouble came up, but he was certain that with all the backups he had in place, it would be fine.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2025 9:20 pm
“Yes, we’re all staying here Omen.” Though he would prefer it if Lorcan got under the bedding as well, he wouldn’t be surprised if one of these days Omen got under the bedding as well. The mauvian did try and fit in and do what they did, didn’t see the difference or how cats did not get under blankets with their owners.
“It’s late so we’ll have to make food at some point.” Maybe it was good that he’d be skipping work tomorrow since they’d have an odd schedule tonight. It was late, and he needed a rest, but he hadn’t eaten much for dinner because of this all. So he’d need to get up and have dinner at some point. “Wine….Omen wants wine…” Trailing off as he laughed softly, he couldn’t actually help it. His cat, his mauvian, wanted to get drunk and play with bunnies which would likely find themselves scared of the large cat harassing them. “Those fluffy things…bunnies. They’re pets.” Not special like Omen, not able to talk and do the things the other could, because Omen was not just a normal pet…he never would be.
“We can make fried rice tonight.” It was simple and it was a meal, despite what some people thought on it, and he knew how to make fried rice. He’d seen videos online that were scary….some people could not, and should not, make fried rice. Maybe he would see if Lorcan could manage fried rice.
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