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lethologica (n.) when you think of something but the word for it escapes you

[peaceific-a]

"Noah. NOAH. It's CHRISTMAS."

God, was he lucky that his husband was just as into Christmas as he was - which, honestly, seemed pretty damn impossible. Noah reverted back to an 8-year-old every december (or … well, november 1st, for that matter, right after Halloween was over and he had to wait yet another year to dress up as his favorite superhero again), and he was so grateful that Alex was more than willing to join in on the Christmas fun.

Weirdly enough, Alex had woken before him - on Christmas! - and so it was Alex who got to wake him up and share the exciting news - Christmas had finally come. When Noah opened his eyes he was already beaming, long before he was actually able to see anything through bleary eyes, sleep still written all over his face. 

Blindly turning to his side, Noah reached out for the man, fingetips searching Alex’s hair and brushing through it in an affectionate manner.

“… It’s Christmas? I’m not dreaming?”

Man, did he love this day, and did he love this man by his side. Still half asleep, Noah sat up, looking around until his eyes found the clock on his nightstand. 7am. Yeah, it was definitely Christmas.

“… It’s Christmas!”, no longer a question, turning towards Alex with the widest smile. “Don’t get up, don’t get up! Let me get your presents, let me –” A quick, messy kiss to Alex’s lip, and Noah was already busy stumbling out of the bed, bare feet hurrying towards the closet where he had kept his husband’s gifts hidden.

[lxthologica]

Noah didn’t have to reach particularly far to find Alex when he first woke up seeing how Alex was already half-resting across his chest, hands cradling Noah’s face as he gently brushed his telepathy against his husbands mind in attempt to wake him up even quicker. There was no snow outside – that had been the first thing Alex had checked upon waking up – but he didn’t really mind. What mattered was that it was Christmas, and he was lying warm and comfortable in bed with his husband, with their two dogs and cat in the next room over, and it was goddamn Christmas yet again.

“Noahhh,” he said, only to grin a moment later when he felt consciousness flicker across Noah’s mind, followed shortly after by his eyes opening and meeting Alex’s own. “Good morning.” He leant in, returning the kiss, and was about to move to get up and fetch Noah’s presents when Noah beat him to the punch. With a slight pout he flopped back down, turning on the bed to watch as Noah crossed the room to the closet.

“I was going to give you your presents first,” he complained, but there was no actual annoyance in his voice – after all, how could he possibly be annoyed? The flat was warm and the bed was warmer and Noah was barely even a few meters away and already returning, and it was goddamn fucking Christmas morning.

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carmineink:

      “   THAT’S SO GAY…    I love you too.   ”    Layne teased as Alex said he loved him,  wrapping his arm loosely around the other as the man laid on top of him.    He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment,  listening to him talk and trailing his fingers along Alex’s side a little.    “   Alarms or posting sticky notes all over would probably work…    Maybe both since sometimes we just turn off the alarms.    ”

         “I’ll write it on your punching bag,” Alex said, mumbling the words against Layne’s skin. He could just lift his head a bit to make sure that his boyfriend could actually hear and understand what he was saying, but that sounded like effort. “I’ll break into your gym and get all the focus mitts and everything and I’ll write ‘remember to turn on the air con, Layne, you fuckhead,’ on all of them in Sharpie. And then you’ll have absolutely no excuse to forget because you’ll be staring at it all day long.”

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carmineink:

             “ It is doable, but isn’t it definitely miserable those first few nights before we figure out how to keep me from setting the bed on fire with my body heat?? ” He laughed a little as he moved to lie on his back, his head turning so he could still be able to look at Alex. One of his hands moved to rest on top of the other’s arm, thumb stroking along the skin lightly and soothingly. “ I don’t know how you don’t kick me out of the bed then. ”

       “Um, I don’t kick you out of the bed because I love you, you ass.” Honestly. Alex rolled his eyes, adjusting his position until he was more or less draped over Layne’s chest, head pillowed comfortably on his shoulder. “And it’s only miserable because we’re both forgetful morons who forget to turn on the air con before bed. We just need to, like, set reminders or phone alarms or something. Y’know, like ‘turn air con on now or be burned to death by your boyfriend.’ That kinda thing.”

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carmineink:

         Sometimes he forgot that Alex could read his mind – though he was usually reminded whenever the other would hid inside his mind just to escape the noise of the outside world. That was a feeling he had gotten used to, a pressure that was almost welcoming. So Layne could only smile to the first comment and hum to the kiss pressed to his skin, nuzzling up against him and laughing as Alex commented on his body heat. “ Only good for when it gets cold in the fall and winter. Gotta be too much when summer hits, right?? ”

        “Well, yeah, but that’s why we have air conditioning.” Hell, Alex would do his best to keep every last goddamn blanket on his bed, middle of summer or not, and if that involved inventing some sort of bizarre reverse hot water bottle then he was gonna fucking do it. But later. Right now he had a Layne to cuddle, which was naturally much higher priority. “And besides, I’ve already slept with you in summer, babe, and it is definitely do-able.”

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carmineink:

       “ You don’t know how much I like the sound of that… ” Maybe three scarves would be a little too much, but that was if they saw any need to leave the apartment anyway. At the moment, there wasn’t anything that could even get him to roll out of bed. His eyes opened as he felt the arms around his waist, smiling to Alex and moving one of his legs to slip between the other’s and hook one of them. “ Though you seem to benefit more. I’m like a living space heater. ”

       “I do know, and it’s a lot,” Alex replied, managing to sound only a little smug. While most of the time he really hated his telepathy with just about every ounce of his being, occasionally it was handy to have to hand. Case in point - he knew exactly how much Layne liked his idea, and therefore knew himself to be an Excellent Boyfriend with many Excellent Ideas. He grinned against Layne’s skin at his next comment, turning his head a little to press a brief kiss to his skin. “Damn fucking right you are. It’s fucking great. You’re like my personal hot water bottle.”

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carmineink:

           Usually it was through hell or high water for Layne to skip his usual exercise routine, even when he would have to rest and heal up the following week after a fight. Yet any mental attempt he made to try and get out of bed was met with failure this morning. He nodded his head as Alex told him to stay there, humming softly and pressing the side of his face into the pillows a little. “ I hate the cold… Just makes everything feel miserable. ”

        “Ok, so, consider this: instead of going outside where it’s cold, we put the heating up and spend all day here, and when we do go outside we do it with two coats and three scarves each. Sound good?” Alex cracked an eye open for long enough to look across the pillow at Layne, grinning slightly before he shuffled in again to wrap his arms around Layne’s waist. Layne was like a furnace, and it was fucking wonderful. “And until the rest of the flat is warm enough we just leech off of each other’s body heat.”

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carmineink:

                  ‘ i’m skipping my morning run today… it’s too cold out and i don’t wanna get out of bed. ’ though there had been colder days before, it was a struggle for him to even try and muster any desire to get up. because of that, he couldn’t stop from curling up around alex a little more, burying himself further in the covers in the process.

@lxthologica​

             “Good.” Alex really probably shouldn’t be encouraging this sort of behaviour, what with how Layne was a professional athlete and all, but he really couldn’t bring himself to care sufficiently. Layne was right; it was horribly cold outside of the warm cocoon of their bed, and Layne was warm and Alex was comfortable and spending a lazy morning snuggling with his boyfriend sounded nothing less than perfect. “Stay here. Cuddle me.”

[peaceific-a]

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[peaceific-a]

[ Text to: noah ❤️🐋🌊❤️ ] how much longer are you gonna be at work?? [ Text to: noah ❤️🐋🌊❤️ ] [ Text to: noah ❤️🐋🌊❤️ ] pls come home im horny and i really want to suck you off [ Text to: noah ❤️🐋🌊❤️ ] noah [ Text to: noah ❤️🐋🌊❤️ ] Noah [ Text to: noah ❤️🐋🌊❤️ ] babe please

[Text; Alex] Jesus fuck, Alex[Text; Alex] Three more hours[Text; Alex] I can’t leave early[Text; Alex] This is just cruel

[lxthologica]

[ Text to: noah ❤️🐋🌊❤️ ] noahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh [ Text to: noah ❤️🐋🌊❤️ ] i cant wait that long :( [ Text to: noah ❤️🐋🌊❤️ ] ditch work [ Text to: noah ❤️🐋🌊❤️ ] <img_attached> [ Text to: noah ❤️🐋🌊❤️ ] ;)

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porticosdaughter:

               “Pet rats are different though. You can’t just call them ‘Ratty’ then. Especially if you have more than one.” All the rats she knew had names, but they weren’t just running about in the sewers either. They were important; they were the messengers of London Below. But she knows not everyone would be able to see it that way. Or tell Mister Cornflower apart from Mister Corriander. ( But naming most of the rats she knew after jaws in her spice box did sound rather like something a Disney princess would do, didn’t it? )

     “Don’t you dare.” He flopped and she started poking in retaliation, first his forearm and then his shoulder. Poke, poke, poke. “C’mon that’s not funny. No dying, dying isn’t allowed.” Not even an hour into her reign and she’s already got dissenters to worry about. “And no zombies either.” Coherent death rattles got a laugh out of her despite her best efforts to keep a straight face. “Up up up up.”

“I’ll have you know this is hilarious,” Alex retaliated, not moving an inch as Door started aggressively poking him. “I am a skilled actor, I assure you. Even as a corpse my acting skills are equal to none. Like, for example? Check this shit out.” This shit, of course, being Alex hauling himself upright and batting Door’s still-poking hand away. “Boom. I’m a zombie acting as a living person. I’m acting a heartbeat and a pulse and all. Get on my level, Door.”

He couldn’t keep the shit-eating grin off his face, not after saying all that. Besides, he felt like Door knew him well enough by this point to know that if anyone was going to dissent before her reign even really started it would be Alex, though he would of course only dissent in the bestest, nicest, most wonderful way possible. “Is re-dying aloud? Like, now that I’m a zombie and, therefore, technically undead, would killing me count as me dying? Would that still be illegal?”

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mythsworn:

“Chinese knew what they were doin’. Porcelain’s still expensive t’day even considerin’ it’s found n’ th’oriental regions. Dunno where exactly, read it once but m’lost on it now.”

He’s absent minded about it now really. Perhaps he was better served wondering whether or not he’d be able to find one like it. The last time he’d gone to China he’d had a less than pleasant experience ( no doubt Katya’s doing ). It almost reminded him of how little others seemed to care about history and her value.

The Golden City lay in ruins now thanks to her and perhaps the most shocking part was Song did a 180 and helped Karter escape the damn city when all had been said and done. 

“Guess that’s what made’em endure fer so long way back when. Organization, Dynastic cycle…craftsmanship. They weren’t th’guys ya wanted t’fuck with. Even if ya were an empire, an’ that’s sayin’ somethin’.”

“Yeah, clearly.” Even Alex can tell that much – the stuff in the little display is clearly both ancient and pretty fucking awesome looking, and he’s definitely feeling impressed on some level. It’s definitely not his thing the same way it’s this guys thing, but it’s still impressive, porcelain or pottery or ceramic or something else entirely. “And listen, dude, you almost certainly know more about this than me. I’m just gonna, y’know, bow to your higher knowledge.”

Bow to his higher knowledge and try to ignore the frankly fucking bizarre thoughts that ran through the guys mind for a split second. Alex didn’t know who the fuck Song or Katya were, or even what they’d done, but it was clearly that a very big, and possibly very bad something had gone down, and this guy had somehow been involved in it.

…He thinks. Even telepathy isn’t perfect.

Alex shifts closer to the display, leaning down a little to peer once again at the neat little descriptor box. “Mm, yeah,” he said, nodding slightly, “I wouldn’t go to war with people who made pottery like this.”

[naragun-deactivated20161113]

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[lxthologica]

spliitlip:

‶    that’s   the  spirit ,      ″           he  mumbled ,       jovial  air  incapable  of  suffocating  beneath  seriousness  for   too  long .        hand  meets  back  as  he  gently  PAT PAT PATS   the    other ,     walking  due  north ,       towards  home.            ‶     noel .    whattabout  you  ?     ″

        “Alex,” he replies, and starts following after the guy - Noel - without too much complaining. He’s not entirely sure where they’re headed but he’s not bothered - telepathy, much as he bitches about it mentally, does come with a few perks.

[peaceific-a]

"Hey, Noah..." Half the morning was already gone by the time Alex said those words, lifting himself up off Noah's chest and carding a hand through hand grown sweaty from the rather predictable birthday-morning-fiance activities. "Happy birthday, babe. I love you." A quick grin, and then Alex leaned down to press yet another kiss to Noah's lips, soft and gentle and as loving as he could possibly make it. "... Your present is in the bed-side table by the way. If you want it."

Honestly, Noah didn’t care much about what else was to come - Alex giving him such a pleasant morning was good enough to make his entire day. A content sigh, hand dragged down his own face in an exhausted, yet clearly pleased manner.

“Love you”, he murmured as Noah managed to fight his eyes open and glance up to his fiancé - or attempt to do so, anyway, sight still a little blurry.

Maybe he couldn’t properly see yet, but he could lean into that kiss just fine. It was as easy as breathing.

“… Are you telling me this wasn’t my present yet?”

[lxthologica]

“Believe it or not even I don’t think that just sex is an acceptable birthday present,” Alex replied dryly, even as a grin spread across his face. He leaned back in, unable to resist pressing another handful of kisses to Noah’s lips, but eventually managed to pull himself away again, one hand reaching out for the bedside table. “Now, mm, let me just…-”

A few moments of flailing later and he found what he was looking for - a (mostly) neatly wrapped box, no larger than Alex’s own hand, containing a smooth case that held two bracelets; one sharkskin and one manta skin. He handed it over to Noah, sitting up to watch him open it.

“I hope you like it, babe. And hopefully they fit. I mean, they should, but if they don’t let me know and I’ll return them and get the right size and- yeah.”

[lxthologica]

spliitlip:

‶     yeah  well  it  don’t  mean  y’gotta  deal  with  it  now .  c’mon ,   i’ll  patch  you  up .    kinda  my  fault  he  went  fists  flyin’ .     ″

               “... fine.” Just be grateful he’s close enough to a headache that he accepts your help without arguing about it. Today, he just can’t be fucked. “You got a name?”

[lxthologica]

spliitlip:

                             ‶    i’m  serious  as  fuck  bro ,  did  he  hurt  you ?        ″

                                              @lxthologica .

                     “I’ve dealt with worse. I’ll live.”

Besides, it’s only a split lip. At least he still has all his stuff.

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maritamed:

It was a little hard to follow. What did any of this had to do with Alex wanting to take medical marijuana? Of course Noah knew about his migraines, he had tried to be there for him during those times before. Noah knew Alex’s telepathy wasn’t pretty, he knew it caused him pain, he knew. 

“… I have no idea what you’re talking about, Alex”, slowly, not moving yet, just searching the man’s gaze, as if that could help him to make sense out of his words. Also, and just as importantly, he of course wanted to give Alex some kind of comfort - it was obvious that this conversation was hard for him, even though Noah wasn’t sure why.

“I have seen that side, Alex. I do know how bad your migraines get, why would you try to hide that from me?” Hadn’t they talked about all of this before? “You know me. You know I don’t just want pretty, I want all of you. I don’t care about broken or not, I just want you to let me in.”

Wasn’t that what they were supposed to do? Let each other in? They were about to get married, for Christ’s sake, and Noah kept feeling like Alex was too scared to open up to him. 

“You didn’t tell me about it in passing. I know who you are. I know what the telepathy does to you. It’s me, Alex, what –”

“Babe, I’m sorry I’m being so rambly and shit, I promise I have an end goal in mind, okay? I promise. And it is to do with medical pot, this is just all… background information, if that makes sense.” I’m trying. “I wanted to try and, like, smoothly transition through this stuff but it turns out I am actually just really fucking bad at shit like this so just… just bear with me, okay? Please? I am getting somewhere, I swear.”

He sighed, and looked down at their joined hands. It’s gonna be okay. This is Noah. He loves you and you love him. It’s gonna be okay. “I know you know about the migraines, because you see them and deal with them and I crawl into your head a lot during them because it is very nice and comfy and comforting in there. But there’s- there’s other stuff, that I don’t tell you. Because I don’t want you to have to face it.” That’s not it, Alex. Just fucking say it. “Because I don’t want to face it.” Alex can’t bring himself to look at Noah. Not yet. “Sometimes I get days when I forget who I am. Like, entirely. I stop being an actual complete person because all I can hear are other people’s thoughts and they overwhelm mine and then I don’t have my own thoughts anymore, or if I do I can’t hear them. I’m just… I’m not there, at all. And it terrifies me.” Pause. “And I black out sometimes. That happens too. And I’ve lost time on a few occasions.”

Alex knew he was drifting from the main topic, the one he had, at least mostly, intended to talk about, and that was... well, it had definitely not been the plan. He fell silent, watching the play of sunlight on skin as he waited for Noah to process through everything he’d just said. Waited for Noah to get confused, to wonder how on earth any of this played into getting a more effective pain killer.

Fuck, this is a nightmare. You’ve just gotta tell him. You have to.

Alex took a deep breath, and looked up, locking eyes with Noah. And then, very quietly, very ashamedly, he pressed the words he should be saying towards Noah’s mind. [ I want to tell you everything about my telepathy but I can’t start a conversation about that out loud because it makes me feel ashamed and uncomfortable and broken and I hate it but I wanted you to know anyway because I love you and you’re my fiancé. I want to tell you everything, all the downsides of my telepathy, but I can’t out loud so I’m pretending that this is 100% about medical weed when actually it’s closer to 60% about medical weed and I’m sorry I’m such a fucking mess. ] Much as he wished he could send it all in one go, he doesn’t. He kept it slow, and paced, and measured, and kept eye contact with Noah the whole time, doing everything he could to suggest that he would be saying these words out loud if he could bring himself to. [ I’m trying, babe, and I love you. Just… I wanted you to know everything, all the shit stuff that comes from my telepathy like the chronic migraines and stuff before I brought weed up again. I’m sorry. ]