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[theriiion-a-blog]

alfyn; “Oh god, please let this antidote work-”

poisoned starters

They’d all been too worried about the snake bite. Because a giant writhing snake was much more worrisome than any of the bugs that existed in the area or the relatively small rodents that had been harassing them on their way back into town. All the bites that anyone had gotten from the viper were treated the moment it was dead, because neither Alfyn nor Ophilia wanted to take the chance that they were poisoned with something they didn’t catch in time. They did make it back to the town, moving en mass to tell the townsperson that the thing had been dealt with and that they were safe from giant snakes. While most of them settled and allowed the praise for their heroism to wash over them, Therion was trying his hardest to escape and get some quality time to himself.

Alfyn had other plans. The lovable, irritating apothecary was trying to keep him with the group and drag him to the tavern to celebrate another request they’d done without anyone dying. It was a tradition for the group and he wasn’t about to break it and make Alfyn’s gut wrenching pout come out in full force. But while he participated, Therion himself stuck to one drink and didn’t allow them to suck him into a contest. He didn’t feel like getting black out drunk, and when the others left to get another round, he made his escape back to the inn rooms they shared.

Hours later it would be abundantly clear why he wasn’t up to it, vaulting over beds, people, and supplies to make it to a mercifully attached restroom to void the contents of his stomach. The urge had been strong enough he couldn’t have thought of just tamping down on it, and his hurry to not inconvenience others had woken all three of the other men in the room. 

It would have been a gut punch of shame if he wasn’t already in a fair amount of distress.

Minutes ended up in an hour before he was actually steady enough to move with support back to bed. No longer nauseous but he was still uncomfortable and keeping the other half of their group from finding their rest, Cyrus going to fetch the other half of their healing team while Alfyn tried his hardest to figure out what he could do for an increasingly combative thief.

Morning didn’t bring any relief, Therion devolving into a fevered and delirious nightmare to deal with. Moving hurt, breathing hurt, just about anything that didn’t involve him dying hurt and it was abundantly clear that it wasn’t an illness but something that they thought they’d dealt with the moment they’d had the chance. Though if there was anything good that they could say happened because of this, once the innkeeper blabbed to someone about one of the town’s saviors being deathly ill, there had been a consensus reached that until he was better, or it had run its course, they were free to use the rooms as they pleased so long as they paid for food and damages caused.

It had some of the weight off their shoulders, leaving the group to go on errands asked of them by Alfyn and occasionally Ophilia. Fetching plants or herbs that he needed to make the next batch of medicine he was trying to force down an uncooperative throat. What was something of a blessing to Therion seemed to be causing no shortage of stress to the apothecary, the fever had him sleeping nigh constantly to escape the feeling of his skin sticking to sheets and what little he was allowed to wear.

But when he was awake, the happiness in whomever’s voices he could hear was obvious. They were worried, nearly always in the room or doing what they could to fix this as soon as possible. Chief among them was Alfyn’s. Always there, strained but trying to be positive when he thought Therion could hear him, and upsettingly distraught when he thought he couldn’t. What caused the most internal strife was hearing him begging, actually pleading with any of the gods to let whatever batch of antidote he’d whipped up work. The supportive words that came after gave him an idea of just how hard he’d been working, trying solution after solution with failure at every turn.

It was heart wrenching to think of how much Alfyn wanted to help, but couldn’t.

The thought would stay with him until he woke up next, feeling infinitely better but sore and genuinely exhausted like he’d gone rounds in training with Olberic. All of his muscles hurt, he felt like he could drink his body weight in water. Sitting up to do so was painful, cramping muscles complaining at what he could only assume was his inability to keep anything down for the bout of sickness. 

Seeing all his companions when he sat up was enough to give him a pull in his heart. They’d been given rooms with four beds apiece. one for each person. Three of the women were curled up in beds, H’annit choosing to sit up in a chair near the door. It was odd seeing them all in the room, especially with Olberic propped up against a wall and Cyrus in another chair by the window. Seven people taking up one room because he’d gotten sick gave him an uncomfortable feeling, like he’d inconvenienced them. And probably the one he had inconvenienced the most was Alfyn, currently laying across his bed with some of the worst bags under his eyes.

Therion knew how Alfyn worked, barely sleeping or taking care of himself if he’s trying to help someone else. He’d also seen how he gets when he sees it as his fault, doing all he can to fix it at the cost of his health. The painful tugging on his heart had him running a hand through Alfyn’s hair, guilt and fondness warring on his features. A ‘prmp’ to his right caught his attention, followed by H’annit’s quiet call of his name. Linde was not by her master’s side however, making comforting noises and working on wedging her head under Therion’s free arm.

“ I worried you too, huh? Sorry… “ 

His voice cracked something awful, throat dry as the Sunlands and quiet from either disuse or overuse. As far as he’d known he’d been sleeping most of the week, but Therion wasn’t naïve enough to think that he hadn’t hallucinated a large portion of the times he couldn’t recall anything. More than likely they got more than they bargained for.

Distracted as he was by Linde trying to crawl into his lap, he didn’t notice H’annit approaching until she was reaching for his head. Her hand on his forehead and neck felt marvelous, ice cold and soothing to the point where he sighed and nearly chased after the feeling when she pulled them away. H’annit looked about a moment from pushing him back under the covers when Alfyn’s strangled noise at seeing him sitting up drew his attention.

He barely had a second to process the look on his face before he got a desperate and uncoordinated kiss, teeth clacking together and rough calloused hands grabbing at his jaw and neck. The hug he was dragged into afterwards was just as welcome, letting him relax against someone instead of holding himself upright. Therion did have the thought at least to pat him on the back, giving a little laugh.

“ Ya did it, Alf. I’m ok cause you didn’t give up. I’ll be careful next time. Promise. “

@ofchevalerie

[theriiion]

‘ Let’s sleep! ‘ - @ofchevalerie​ | two words

It was the group’s consensus, that it was early enough to call it a night after finally having escorted their final companion to her destination. Primrose had gotten her revenge and it was sweet the way she seemed to come to terms with everything when she’d slaughtered the man that had once been someone so near and dear to her heart. Especially given that Alfyn seemed more at ease knowing that the man who’d nearly done in their alluring friend was suffering for what he did. Somewhere…. Therion had made sure to stay behind with some of the more innocent of their party. The other five could easily take on a stupid dandy. So when they’d cheered and drunk their fill of what Therion had earned ( stolen ) from the nobles in the building, it had been time to retire to rooms in their groups of two.

Of course, Alfyn had decided in his semi-drunken state, that carrying his light-weighted boyfriend to their room with the sole intention of only curling up with him and sleeping and not messing around with one another. Whatever Therion’s idea of celebrating was didn’t seem to matter because Alfyn was far too insistent on being in their sleep clothes and spooning up with the thief for anything else to happen.

Therion didn’t mind in the end. He had some to drink, and while he was in full use of his faculties, he was quickly swallowed by limbs and quiet breathing across his neck that lulled him into a semi-new state of bliss. Before now no one had been allowed to lay behind him, or so much as touch him while he slept. Now he found that some nights he had issues falling asleep if he couldn’t feel the other breathing on him. A quiet reminder that he wasn’t alone and that his favorite person had decided to stay where he could reach.

Falling asleep here was almost as good as waking up in Alfyn’s lap in the morning, the apothecary doing his best not to wake him up while he prepped poultices and whatever else they could potentially need for the next day. The kiss that he’d get when he realized that Therion was awake truly was the best part of this arrangement.

He’d pretend to sleep through the day if it meant he got more of them when he woke. They always rained when the apothecary was worried. It was mean… but Therion was touch starved.

[electonequeen]

@ofchevalerie

             this was ridiculous. ridiculous. her neighbor was supposed to be an adult, someone old enough to know better than being so damn noisy every single time his partner was there. from loud music to yelling, talking, laughing, they wouldn’t shut up. tomochika was a patient woman, who understood this all came with sharing a building with others. but he was the only one being this annoying, the only one keeping her from sleeping and studying, the redhead complaining multiple times to him only to be greeted with a big smile and empty apology, but she had enough. it was late at night, and yet there she was. knocking on the other’s door as loud as possible, ready to face the idol who for some reason chose that apartment to live in. did he feel entitled to cause trouble because of his fame? if yes, she was already to throw him out of his bubble.

the knocking didn’t stop until he opened the door, tomochika folding arms against her chest while glaring at those red eyes she seemed to see everywhere since the very moment they became neighbors. not even outside he left her alone. “listen.” she broke the silence, not even greeting the other first. after all, it wasn’t the first time she came to complain. “you have to stop this. it’s THURSDAY, i have a big exam coming and it’s impossible to study with both of you doing whatever you’re doing in there. some of us don’t have it so easy, a smile won’t give me good grades or pay rent y’know.” she was quick to judge, despite not knowing anything about the other’s personal life. “i told you i don’t care if you’re famous or not i’m tired of always having the same problem. Make. It. Stop.”

[aeniqmata]

“ Ryuji... “ It wasn’t that he didn’t want to spend time with the blond, just that he didn’t have the time. Between their thieving, school work, and his part-time jobs, Akira didn’t have a whole lot of free time until holidays were over. But Ryuji... he always hammed it up when it came to his reactions to things. Just another little charming thing about his friend.

Still, the leader quirked an eyebrow and put a plate out before his friend. He was still making the curry that LeBlanc’s owner was so proud of, though he’d pulled some of it aside to put less spice in it for Ryuji.

“ Sojiro needs me to watch the cafe today. You’re welcome to stay... “

@ofchevalerie

[scealight]

@ofchevalerie asked:

otoya: "Happy Birthday, Rei-chan!! Look, I managed to drag Tokiya to get you a little something, we chose together!" And it's another hat to add to his collection, but one chosen with love (tokiya in the background: no way!) and care that looks like it would please Reiji (in Otoya's opinion that is). "We also made cakes with Syo, if you want some!"

“Otoyaaaaan! You shouldn’t have!” Reiji took the hat box and opened it with a wide grin on his face. The hat was a nice green fedora; his favorite style and his favorite color! Otoya and Tokiya couldn’t have picked a more perfect hat for their senpai. If the corners of his lips could curl up any higher, they would have. Reiji already started to feel his mouth muscles hurt from smiling so much, and he hadn’t even gotten to the cake yet!

He immediately placed the hat on his head and then pulled Otoya into a hug. He’d subject Tokiya to one later; he knew that his kouhai wasn’t the type for affection. “Thank you so so so much! I love it! And you guys baked a cake? I can’t believe you’d put all that effort in for my birthday! I truly have the best kouhai ever!”

[painedprince]

prompto vc: "noct! my body is ready! love me man!!!!"

“You’re so weird.” He laughed and gestured to himself. “C’mere. Get this hug.”

[sunbonded]

ofchevalerie replied to your post: hau: "elio, look! i learned how to play the banjo...

starts singing BOOOOORN TO BE WIIIILD then, aggressively playing on his banjo.

The noises irritates his ears a little, the aggressive noises of the banjo making him wince. Yet he still listens, and smiles and laughs.

[yumispelled]

alfyn to therion: “Think any of the pubs are still going to be open?”

{ @ofchevalerie }

{THERION} —- “I’m sure they will be. They usually are. Why? Want to go get a drink or something?”

Therion wouldn’t mind getting a drink with the other. Why not? Sure it was late but hey. Might as well do that while most of the rest of their group was asleep and would likely not stop them.

[pxperhearts]

Tifa to Dart “You are my home.”

venom starters >> accepting!!

“Tifa...” Dart looked away, unsure of how to even describe what he felt. Emotions weren’t his thing, but they’d both grown up in Nibelheim. Maybe that was what she meant...

“We still got Cloud, too.” He pointed out, latching onto the idea that she meant their shared history rather than anything else. “You’re not alone.” 

[shimmerfang-impact-moved]

@ofchevalerie, continued from here

The unsettling look of joy in her expression was disturbing. Not that Ivar was praying that she wouldn’t also set him on fire or anything like that! “Well, you saved me there... though, I had everything perfectly under control!”

He blinked at her words, taking a few moments to process her joke, before bursting out into laughter. Finally! Someone else who had a sense of humor around here! “I’m not one to judge! You’ve got to burn living somehow!”

[fooltrick--a]

ofchevalerie replied to your post: “man, now i really miss my guitar. think mom and...

ryuji vc; i have one i never touch that’s collectin’ dust in my room if you want…?

“really?! ryuji, i could kiss you right now! d’you know how crazy i’ve been going without mine?”

   in fact, you just might.   

[theriiion-a-blog]

ofchevalerie replied to your post: Oh wow, does Alfyn love that (little) man. Like, a...

“I may be sleeping on the floor tonight, but I hope you’ll be down there with me!!!”

“ I’m sleeping in the bed. You are sleeping on the floor. It’s supposed to be a punishment, Alfyn. “

[katyadored-archive]

ofchevalerie replied to your post: ofchevalerie replied to your post: ...

“heh it was a joke, happy april fools!”

“Coward.”

[electonequeen]

@ofchevalerie

            “otoya!!” his name came out of her lips in a cheerful tone, almost as an exclamation before her arms wrapped around his torso to return the hug, daring to make it a little bit tighter as a bright smile curved the idol’s lips. “thank you so much for thinking about me” she pulled back just a bit, eyes staring at his red ones. 

            “you’re staying to share the cake with me, right? remember it’s my birthday so you can’t really say no~~!!”

[aeniqmata]

ryuji: “If I die, I’m hauting you first.” sentence starters || accepting

“ I promise you aren’t going to die. If anyone is going to die it’ll be me, and then you’ll have to keep Mona. Cause he really does like you, even if you two can’t stop bickering like an old couple… “

@ofchevalerie

[liikeglitterandgcld]

@ofchevalerie || from X

No no! Don’t ask! Velvet closed her eyes, trying to fight out the burning sensation from her embarrassment.

“No, it’s too embarrassing. If you’re not gonna help, I’ll look for one myself.” She promises not to cause bodily harm. much