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steve-brules-rules · 9 months ago

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Ok this fluff fic definitely got away from me lololol. I’ve been putting little pieces of this together over the past few days, and apparently I just had alot to say about the wizard and Dasein confessing to eachother, sozzzz :]

It’s dark and quiet in the wizard’s arcanum quarters. The only light is coming from the hypnotizing stars and nebulas outside the large windows. The wizard has already set their armor aside for the night and put on their soft, comfortable robes. They sit on the floor next to the large curved couch where Dasein is sleeping. Dasein had requested that the wizard keep him safe while he slept. The pair have only been home a few days since the wizard’s walkabout and rescue of Dasein, and they’re both still scared to death that something might happen to separate them again.

The wizard yawns as they sit within arm’s reach of Dasein, carefully watching for any signs that their beloved companion could be dematerializing or getting stressed and agitated by any conflict happening back on Novus. So far so good.

Dasein is curled up underneath a soft blanket on the couch, covered up to where the wizard guesses a chin would be, if he didn’t have tentacles over most of the lower half of his face. He mumbles something unintelligible, and a few tentacles twitch. The wizard startles, shaken out of their trance for a second as they focus on Dasein again. He mumbles again, this time about cherry pie, before drifting deeper into sleep. The wizard cracks a smile.

This is the first time Dasein is trying to sleep without the wizard sitting right beside him. They were both a bit nervous about it. He had gently told the wizard that he wanted to be confident enough to sleep on his own if the wizard ever couldn’t be there. The wizard had been quick to reassure him they would always be there for him, but his mind was already made up. He would try to lie down and get some rest by himself, rather than sleeping sitting up with the wizard pressed to his side. The wizard had promised to protect him anyway, as they often did, and Dasein had shyly agreed with a smile in his voice. The moment he was comfortably lying on the couch with his favorite warm and soft blanket, he was out like a light. The past few months had been extremely hard on both of them in different ways, and they’re exhausted. All they want to do is rest, and Dasein is more than happy to take any opportunity to sleep.

In truth, the wizard’s favorite part of the day is falling asleep next to Dasein. He likes to put his arm over the wizard’s shoulders to hold them close. It feels both safe and exciting. The wizard feels like they could sleep for days while cuddled against him, but they also feel like they could run laps around the room in excitement.

Their arrangement is an unusual one. Even Dasein, who’s learning some finer nuances of communication, can easily recognize that some of the things they do are beyond mere friendship. But they’ve never talked about it. Little things happen here and there as the arrangement slowly progresses: shy compliments given while avoiding eye contact, standing just slightly too close to eachother, a hand delicately placed on the small of the back.

The wizard admires Dasein for a minute longer, then they stand up. A few joints pop, and they stretch until their vision clouds over. They’re getting very sleepy, and the temptation to also lie down is strong.

The wizard leans forward and slowly reaches out to touch the back of Dasein’s hand where it’s slipped out from under the blanket. His olive-green skin is soft. Dasein mumbles again and his hand turns palm-upward to try to hold the wizard’s hand. Large fingers slowly wrap around the wizard’s, and squeeze ever so slightly before going slack again. The wizard smiles and grips his hand in return.

They look down over Dasein’s face. He’s really taken a liking to The Old One’s form and doesn’t use many others these days. It was his first form, and they suppose there’s always security in the familiar. The only change has been the color of his suit and long jacket, which are now colorful with loud patterns. The wizard wonders if he still uses this form because he knows it’s the wizard’s favorite. When he revealed this new version, his first words were to ask the wizard if they liked it. He’s so eager to please everyone, but especially the wizard.

The tentacles draping over his chest have begun overlapping in some places and spreading in others as he’s shifted in his sleep. The wizard carefully lifts one up. It’s limp, like a noodle. They smirk and lay it across a few of his other tentacles. His face scrunches for half a second, and he makes a sniffing noise. The wizard isn’t sure how that even works, because they always thought he didn’t have a functioning nose.

Dasein rolls onto his side and mumbles again, this time about the architectural requirements for building lemur temples. The wizard can’t help but stifle a laugh. Another train of thought likely contributed by The Old One. They’ve often wondered if Dasein inherited the sleeping dreams of his body’s former inhabitant. Does he dream of plans to rebuild the first world? Does he spend nights reflexively obsessing over ways to build the perfect hero? Sometimes, late at night like this, it’s difficult to know where The Old One ends and Dasein begins. At least when he’s awake, he’s still the same curious and thoughtful creature the wizard met so long ago… how long has it been now? The wizard can’t even remember. All they know is that it was enough time for both of them to become closer. Much closer.

The wizard releases his hand, then leans forward and presses their lips to his forehead. When the wizard pulls away, Dasein pouts ever so slightly in his sleep. His eyelids flutter open just long enough to stare at the wizard through those inky black eyes. He doesn’t appear to be conscious, and for a second, the wizard is slightly unnerved by how deeply he stares while he’s still asleep. They almost don’t notice when Dasein’s arms reach out for them, and the wizard finds themselves awkwardly pulled onto the couch and against his chest before they can do anything about it. They angle themselves with their back to his chest before they can fall off the couch and onto their face. Dasein drapes his blanket over them both. He makes a contented grunt and settles again, apparently satisfied.

The wizard doesn’t complain or feel the need to pull away. Their heart is fluttering, in fact. Dasein feels slightly cool, but the wizard has been used to that for quite a while. The wizard turns and studies his face from where they lie, straining their neck and eyes in the process. Was he always capable of affection like this, or was it picked up from the thoughts and instincts of his host body? More importantly… when did the wizard start feeling so enthusiastic about his affection? Was there ever a time when it was one-sided, or had they both begun traveling down this strange, beautiful path at the same time? Nowadays, Dasein’s appearance feels so normal, so… perfect. The wizard looks up at the ceiling, wondering how it ever got to the point where they’re completely enchanted by someone who has tentacles and green skin and vestigial wings.. All they know is that the heart can’t be reasoned with. And they wouldn’t change this for the whole spiral.

The wizard whispers, asking if Dasein is awake. A hum echoes in his chest, and he looks down sleepily at the wizard in his arms. His eyes betray what would be a very exhausted smile, if his features allowed it. The wizard can’t help but impulsively crane their neck to press their lips to one of his tentacles, near his face. He hums again, this time with amusement. A couple of tentacles gently brush against the side of the wizard’s face in return. They glide across the wizard’s cheek, and one gets distracted tracing the contours of their cheekbones for a few seconds.

Dasein lets out a deep sigh, and squeezes the wizard gently. The wizard wishes out loud that they could stay like this forever. Dasein innocently points out that they can’t lie in one spot forever. Besides, he knows the wizard too well. He knows they can’t resist the call of adventure and danger.

The wizard asks why he suddenly turned so sad. Dasein explains that, even though they’re both outsiders, the wizard has a much easier time fitting in with everyone in the spiral most of the time. He’s just a… well, he doesn’t know what this body is. Those thoughts from The Old One aren’t significant enough to float to the surface where Dasein can see them… But that just reinforces his point. Nobody knows what he is. Even him.

But the wizard reminds him that you really can’t fit in much better than becoming a world within the spiral. And besides, even if nobody else helps him feel like he fits in, the wizard hopes he feels like he belongs with them… the wizard trails off and laughs about how, of all the unusual things they’ve experienced, falling in love with a world was something they’d never expected.

Dasein goes quiet. The wizard realizes what they’ve said, but it’s too late to take it back, and they can’t scramble together a way to quickly play it off. For the longest second of the wizard’s life, they’re terrified they shouldn’t have said that one word they had both been avoiding for so long.

Then, Dasein’s arms tighten around them. He stays silent, but they can feel his heart beating wildly. One of his thumbs shakily sweeps back and forth over the wizard’s shoulder. The wizard feels tentacles brush shyly against the side of their face again. They look up and see Dasein staring ahead, his signature nervous expression plastered across his face.

Dasein slowly repeats that word, turning it over. Considering the taste of it.

Love…

Dasein begins explaining that, when he arrived in the spiral, he barely had any idea what emotions even were. But since living in this body, he has gotten a much better idea. But… he has some trouble with this one in particular. Sifting through memories that he didn’t create, he can piece together the meaning of this word. He can easily recite the definition as it would appear in a dictionary, but he knows nothing about how it feels.

Does it create bizarre and worrying symptoms? He feels his heart pounding and his hands becoming shaky at the wizard’s very mention of the word. When the wizard is nearby, his heart races. When they smile at him, his chest gets a strange… swelling feeling? He hopes this body isn’t somehow dying, because he’s very fond of it. Especially because the wizard likes it too.

The wizard reassures him with a soft smile that, yes, that’s all normal. They quietly add that they feel all those things too.

The wizard stops and thinks about how they assumed they would never feel this way again. Not after their last short and turbulent relationship. They barely realize when they begin telling Dasein all of this out loud. They had left that relationship on such bad terms. Their heart had felt like it was permanently broken.

Dasein interrupts to tense slightly and hold them tighter. In a dark tone, he asks who exactly this is that broke his wizard’s heart so badly. He frowns, and his tentacles flex in a rippling pattern that’s somehow menacing. But the wizard hushes him. They lift themselves up to put a soothing hand on the side of his face. Their thumb traces the gaps between his tentacles as they tell him it’s all in the past. It doesn’t matter anymore. Dasein reluctantly settles back down and lets the wizard continue.

What the wizard feels this time is way more intense than last time. Looking back, the wizard had felt so lonely in their last relationship. But there’s never been a time when they’ve felt lonely with Dasein around. He’s so kind, and so gentle, even on his bad days. They understand eachother in a way nobody else could… being immortal outsiders, they both know what it’s like to be misunderstood, and to have their hearts broken by the inhabitants of their new home.

Dasein takes a minute to absorb their words. He slowly rubs the wizard’s upper back in thought. He can only express gratitude that the wizard understands how lonely it can be.

Finally, Dasein quietly admits he’s not sure what to say now, because there are no memories that would be helpful here. The wizard smiles and explains that when someone tells you they love you, you tell the other person if you feel the same way. But only if you mean it, they add quietly. This isn’t one of those times where lying is polite.

Dasein recognizes the cue, and he enthusiastically begins listing off all the things the wizard makes him feel. He explains how addictive it is to feel like his body is failing, but his mind is swimming with a thousand thoughts, and when those things happen, he can no longer tell which way is up unless he anchors himself to reality by holding them.

For another long second, they both lie in silence. They bask in the thrill and comfort. The wizard pulls an arm free and rests their hand on his shoulder. He looks over at it, then gently studies the wizard’s face. He closes his eyes contentedly.

Dasein carefully rolls onto his back, taking the wizard with him until they’re lying on his chest. The wizard curls up a little and grips the vest beneath his suit jacket. This is new too. But it feels right.

Eventually, the wizard brings themselves up on their elbows and moves closer. They hold the side of Dasein’s face, and he leans into their hand. They lean in and kiss Dasein again. It’s slow and soft. His skin feels like it was made for their lips. Dasein responds with more tentacles against the side of their face. They’re still soft and gentle, but now the wizard feels something different in how the appendages move. They’re even slower. They slip over the wizard’s face tenderly. They’re accompanied by very soft hums from Dasein’s chest as he holds the wizard and returns their kiss as best he can. The wizard feels an arm wrap around them and hold them tight to his chest.

Dasein wants to tell the wizard exactly how much he loves them. But the words don't come to him. In a mix of desperation and frustration, he presses the side of his face against theirs and sighs deeply. The only thing he can get out is a plea for the wizard to not leave... not yet.

The wizard hears his voice breaking slightly. They hush him and promise they're not going anywhere. They have all the time in the spiral to spend with him now.

#RYAN YOU JUST BROKE RULE NUMBER ONE OF DATING: DONT TALK ABT UR EXES WITH UR CURRENT SO #it’s ok they’ll be hugely embarrassed by allllll of this in the morning :]#serves em right eeheheheh #the one time I actually take something I do seriously- and I still defuse it by making fun of my own oc #i wrote something #w101 #wizard101 #wiz101 #w101 fandom #wizard101 fandom #wizard101 fanfic #wizzy fandom #dasein #wizsein #wizposting

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