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Her hands were warm and familiar and an anchor in a sea of pain. Bluebell clinged to them as tightly as he can, ignoring how his hands stain her own with blood.

Her question was indecipherable for a moment before the fog parted for a moment and Bluebell could briefly understand what was happening. He nodded at her question.

Please, please stay, he wanted to say but couldn't. His hands were too occupied to speak a word. The world was fading again, narrowing down to Tempest's hands and the stabbing pain, but he let it happen this time, let himself slip into unconsciousness knowing Tempest wouldn't leave him.

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That was answer enough. Tempest would've sighed in relief, were it not for Bluebell dipping. She was grateful he'd been trying to curl up against her- it made it so much easier to catch him when his body seemed to slowly sag. Brown flickered over to the royal physician, who was looking partially concerned- and a bit out-of-sorts.

"I do not mean to be rude," spoken even as a flicker of a flame danced off a shoulder, "-but when do you plan to begin?"

[...]

"You are quite the handful, aren't you?"

After treating what injuries he could and giving Tempest instructions on those he couldn't, the brunet had carried Bluebell to her quarters. She probably should have taken him back to his own, but...it would have been easier to part, if that were the case. And she had told him she would remain by his side (though that had only been for the checkup, supposedly). For the time being, she was gazing across the room- sitting on the bed beside her beaten knight.

Her thumb brushed over the back of his hand, having gathered it into one of her own some time ago. She should probably see about ordering breakfast, or similar...rarely did she allow herself to simply. Be.- Hearing her own breaths in the quiet of night, debating laying down and attempting to sleep (what a sight that would be), or forgoing slumber in favor of working into the morning light. Whatever the case, she had little intent of leaving Bluebell alone.

After all, she had questions to ask- and a promise to keep.

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Sleep, or unconsciousness or whatever passing out after a stab wound was called, was blissful and the pain was briefly toothless, the sting of cleaning solution or the prick of a needle for stitches was distant and hazy, like a fragment of a bad dream.

Waking was a different story, like forcing himself to crawl through mud. Bluebell's eyelids were heavy as they fluttered open, absently noting hours must've passed since he got home. He'd have to check in with Fleetway, make sure he isn't causing problems, but that can wait until he's out of Tempest's bed-

Tempest's bed?

With a blush and a jolt, Bluebell went to rush out, hopefully before he was caught, but was stopped by his body harshly protesting the quick movement. Bluebell hissed, moving a hand to his side.

It was about then his senses let him know that he wasn't alone.

Bluebell glanced up and blanched at Tempest and her, ah, totally chill expression. Bluebell smiled sheepishly at her.

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As Tempest went to set him down, pulling him away from her, Bluebell's flagging conscious flamed back into awareness. He clinged to his king as best as he could, dulled claws scrambling at her sleeves. He's not thinking. Every moment the pain echoes in his body, the ability to think flees his skull. Don't leave me, I can still fight, I'm still good, I can still be useful, please- Bluebell made a pitiful whine deep in his throat, lurching away from the physician's touch and closer to Tempest. That unfortunately had the side effect of making his newly made injuries burst into new felt waves of deeper pain. It only made Bluebell curl in closer to Tempest, like a flower towards the sun.

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He was scrambling. Practically clawing at her nightclothes- desperate.

"Bluebell-!" A whine. It cut into Tempest like a mithril blade. She reached, trying to gather his hands in hers'. "-Bluebell, please..." He was curling up against her. Gathering himself. The physician watched on, expression wilting.

"Blue,..." She hadn't moved much further. A part of her was considering that he may follow, should she attempt further retreat. "...if I stay,- will you allow the physician to check your injuries?" Her cheeks colored slightly- a touch of warmth. It- wasn't like this was a run-of-the-mill incident, but-

Tempest took in a breath, steadying her thoughts before they could run away from her.

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Her hands were warm and familiar and an anchor in a sea of pain. Bluebell clinged to them as tightly as he can, ignoring how his hands stain her own with blood.

Her question was indecipherable for a moment before the fog parted for a moment and Bluebell could briefly understand what was happening. He nodded at her question.

Please, please stay, he wanted to say but couldn't. His hands were too occupied to speak a word. The world was fading again, narrowing down to Tempest's hands and the stabbing pain, but he let it happen this time, let himself slip into unconsciousness knowing Tempest wouldn't leave him.

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Tempest is so warm. She's so nice and warm and, wow, Bluebell should crawl into her lap more often. There would be no downsides to laying in Tempest's lap, none he can even imagine.

Wait, she's saying something, pay attention. Bluebell tilted his head up, his good eye focused on her. The first question, he's fairly certain he is not supposed to answer but it's still up in the air, but to that, if he could, he'd respond, keep me, keep me. It was a little too late for her not to. The second question was... much harder. Partly, because his vision was swimming, partly because, whoa, when they'd start moving. Bluebell knew he should answer but he can't, it all just- hurts- Bluebell shrugged as best as he could, pressing his face against Tempest's neck, his hot breath rasping against her skin, his absentminded tears soaking into her nightgown's collar. When he was of sound mind, he'd apologize for both.

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Dazed, at best. The look Bluebell gave her felt more akin to the drunken gaze of an overly-enthusiastic wine taster. No response to the second...she lowered her hand, her pace picking up as the hedgehog laid his head so close. She could feel each rattling breath, hot against her skin. Tears that dripped to wet her nightgown, a faded grip on her frame.

There were crackles and sparks as her pace increased- faster and faster through the halls. Holding on to her knight, whispers to keep him conscious caught up in her dash. It felt like a short eternity, the run between her quarters and the physician's office. She didn't bother with pleasantries.

BANG!

The door shot open, smacking harshly against the wall as the (now-ruined) lock clattered across the floor. If the royal physician had cried out on Tempest's initial entry, she'd not heard it.

"I know it is late, but sir Bluebell has been injured." She shifted the hedgehog in her arms, "-you must see to him."

"O-of course, my liege." Said physician- a snake mobian- motioned to a nearby bed. The sheets were rumpled and uneven. Several books were taken off of it and tossed to the floor. She'd apologize later.

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As Tempest went to set him down, pulling him away from her, Bluebell's flagging conscious flamed back into awareness. He clinged to his king as best as he could, dulled claws scrambling at her sleeves. He's not thinking. Every moment the pain echoes in his body, the ability to think flees his skull. Don't leave me, I can still fight, I'm still good, I can still be useful, please- Bluebell made a pitiful whine deep in his throat, lurching away from the physician's touch and closer to Tempest. That unfortunately had the side effect of making his newly made injuries burst into new felt waves of deeper pain. It only made Bluebell curl in closer to Tempest, like a flower towards the sun.

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"Tell you what, I'll stand right here and help you. If we work together, they can't look too bad," Hope reassured. "Oh, and strawberries, wunderbar idea!"

Hope did notice the tail sneaking around her and slightly leaned against it, just slightly, before it was pulled away.

Hope pulled up a chair, fiddling with the measuring tape still in faer hands. Fae couldn't quite get the memory of her hands around Ten's waist out of her mind. How cool her scales felt, how when Hope touched, she could feel the muscles in Ten's stomach twitch. ...It wasn't weird fae wanted to feel up the rest of Ten's body, was it?

"I'm gonna get the strawberries out, I hope they haven't gone bad," Hope stood up, walking over to the fridge.

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The pseudo-lizard gulped slightly. Why did that- just sound like a test of willpower?- Maybe she was overthinking it. Had to be. She was just- going to help her make sure she didn't burn the pancakes. Or something. That was it.

The goddess pulled in a breath, willing away the unease that was trickling down her spine. She was a deity, for Chaos' sake! Something as simple as making pancakes shouldn't scare her in the slightest.-- Wait strawberries could go bad?

"They...should still be good?..." How long had it been? What equated days for mortals?- She should know this. Had to know this. She'd been living as a 'mortal' for months, and yet her mind was scrambling to come up with the answer. "If they aren't, I can hop out and grab some really quick!" An escape- a way out of this situation that was making her stomach do flips.

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Hope popped open the fridge and grinned, pulling free a small half full container. "Nope, we're all good!" Hope said, moving to now stand next to Tenebrosity next to the stove. She briefly stilled at Ten's suggestion of leaving, the way Ten sounded almost... desperate. Why was she running? They were having a good moment, a nice moment, why was she running? "No reason to go anywhere," Hope said in the same chipper tone fae had spoken in before. "And if we're out of something, we can just have something else." It's not the first time. Hope's starting to think it won't be the last. Is... is it faer fault? "Ten, if... if I'm making you uncomfortable," Hope said out loud. "Not even... just now with the whole measurement thing, just in general, you know you can tell me, right? This is your home too, you shouldn't feel pushed to run from it." Except last time Hope said that, Ten basically said this wasn't her home. Which Hope did not internalize. What? Internalize? Noooo, never. She offered up the box of strawberries with an encouraging smile.

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Tempest. Tempest. Tempest. At what point, did she become sanctuary? At what point did she become the place Bluebell went to lick his wounds? When? Was it when he first joined her ragtag group of rebels? The years fighting side by side? When Bluebell nearly died for her? When he woke, in agony, realizing that Tempest wasn't by his side, and nearly destroyed himself trying to find her again? Was it when he became her personal knight, the only one trusted with her weakness? Was that when he felt he could trust her with his? These thoughts were honestly beyond Bluebell at this moment. His thoughts were closer to, hurts, hurts, hurts, and get to Tempest, just get to Tempest. He didn't even really realize that he was actively crying, panting. He did realize he succeeded when Tempest got a hold of him, trying to steady him. Her touch did the opposite of what she intended, Bluebell letting go of the scraps of strength that had allowed him to make it to her and collapsed into her arms. Tempest, Bluebell thought and opened his mouth to follow that up with words, well, more accurately, repeating his singular thought out loud, but it just brought more pain and he winced, curling in on her. Tempest's words came to him distantly and he just nodded, whatever you say, my king, whatever you say.

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Like a fragile tower of sticks, the moment she touched him, he'd all but collapsed. The ravenette rushed to grab him, to keep her precious knight from tumbling completely down to the floor. She pulled him fully into her hold, cradling the injured warrior close to herself. He was trying to speak- half-a-word that she could recognize...Tem,...tempest.

"...whatever am I going to do with you, Bluebell?" He was practically curling into her. Tempest stood back up, arms wrapped around the knight. She already knew what she had to do.- She had to get him to the physician, ensure he was looked after...

And then ensure Hell would be PAID.

But that would be for her to deal with when the time came. For now,...

"...Blue,...how many fingers am I holding up?" She shifted her hold, working to ensure she had three fingers within his line of sight. Now that she had him,...her steps thumped softly. The fabric of her night-shoes barely making a sound as she traced her path through the darkened corridors. A servant or two nearly froze when they came upon the king's path- but they were swift to bow and make themselves scarce.

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Tempest is so warm. She's so nice and warm and, wow, Bluebell should crawl into her lap more often. There would be no downsides to laying in Tempest's lap, none he can even imagine.

Wait, she's saying something, pay attention. Bluebell tilted his head up, his good eye focused on her. The first question, he's fairly certain he is not supposed to answer but it's still up in the air, but to that, if he could, he'd respond, keep me, keep me. It was a little too late for her not to. The second question was... much harder. Partly, because his vision was swimming, partly because, whoa, when they'd start moving. Bluebell knew he should answer but he can't, it all just- hurts- Bluebell shrugged as best as he could, pressing his face against Tempest's neck, his hot breath rasping against her skin, his absentminded tears soaking into her nightgown's collar. When he was of sound mind, he'd apologize for both.

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[This Mortal Shell. || Accepting!]

It was late.

Beyond late.

Tempest had gone to bed hours ago; put out the candles and dragged herself into her chambers to disappear from this reality. The pain had been lighter than usual. A small mercy- but one she had planned to take every advantage of. At least, until she heard the half-broken steps of a stumbling life outside her doors. She'd sat up, eyes sliding towards the wooden boundary that separated her from the outside world.

The barest note of copper had her slipping out of her bed. She wasn't dressed, the nobles of the court would surely find fault to pursue this curiosity in little more than her bedclothes- but that mattered not. If someone was hurt, if someone was in pain, she could not bring herself to idly sit by. She'd nearly made it to the door when it was hit upon. Not so much the hit of a fist as the hit of a shoulder, of a body briefly faltering to crash against its surface. The muted cry of pain on the other side had her reaching for the handle and throwing open the side that hadn't caught the intruder---

"Bluebell-?" Her personal knight was practically slumped against the closed door, a hand pressed- bloodied and glove torn- to its surface. A flicker of flame, a shiver of ice. "---Bluebell, what happened to you? Why aren't you in th...we're going to the physician." No point asking. She had no doubt she'd receive every answer but a proper one. That was simply the kind of person her knight was; the kind of person she'd known him to be from day one. The king reached, a hand trying to clasp and steady the wavering form.

Rage and fear clutched at her heart in equal measure. Who would do this to her knight? Who would so much as dare?--- Thoughts she could have answered later, but right now, she had to be certain he was alright.

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Tempest. Tempest. Tempest. At what point, did she become sanctuary? At what point did she become the place Bluebell went to lick his wounds? When? Was it when he first joined her ragtag group of rebels? The years fighting side by side? When Bluebell nearly died for her? When he woke, in agony, realizing that Tempest wasn't by his side, and nearly destroyed himself trying to find her again? Was it when he became her personal knight, the only one trusted with her weakness? Was that when he felt he could trust her with his? These thoughts were honestly beyond Bluebell at this moment. His thoughts were closer to, hurts, hurts, hurts, and get to Tempest, just get to Tempest. He didn't even really realize that he was actively crying, panting. He did realize he succeeded when Tempest got a hold of him, trying to steady him. Her touch did the opposite of what she intended, Bluebell letting go of the scraps of strength that had allowed him to make it to her and collapsed into her arms. Tempest, Bluebell thought and opened his mouth to follow that up with words, well, more accurately, repeating his singular thought out loud, but it just brought more pain and he winced, curling in on her. Tempest's words came to him distantly and he just nodded, whatever you say, my king, whatever you say.

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There was a moment where Hope was suspended in the air, Tenebrosity's hands holding her up, and Hope thought, Gaia, I wish she'd never put me down.

And then Ten did put Hope down and fae recognized that thought and immediately buried it. Nope! Never saying that out loud! Haha, wow!

"...Pancakes would be great," Hope said, finding faer voice shaky. "I'd love to have some. Any chance we could get some chocolate chips in those while we're at it?"

[reflections-of-mobius]

Was it just Ten, or- did Hope's voice sound a little off?- The goddess tilted her head slightly, keeping as decent a smile as she could on her avatar.

Don't get involved with mortals. The thought struck her, hard and fast. Right. Hope was,...Fae would,...- She pushed the consideration from her mind.

How had her brother withstood knowing?

"Sure! But you can't blame me if the pancakes come out odd." Her tail drifted. Halting just shy of wrapping around Hope's waist to guide her along. Bad tail. She pulled it back, starting on her path to the kitchen with a hum. "Maybe some strawberries would go well with the chocolate chips?..."

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"Tell you what, I'll stand right here and help you. If we work together, they can't look too bad," Hope reassured. "Oh, and strawberries, wunderbar idea!"

Hope did notice the tail sneaking around her and slightly leaned against it, just slightly, before it was pulled away.

Hope pulled up a chair, fiddling with the measuring tape still in faer hands. Fae couldn't quite get the memory of her hands around Ten's waist out of her mind. How cool her scales felt, how when Hope touched, she could feel the muscles in Ten's stomach twitch. ...It wasn't weird fae wanted to feel up the rest of Ten's body, was it?

"I'm gonna get the strawberries out, I hope they haven't gone bad," Hope stood up, walking over to the fridge.

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Hope's breath hitched as Ten's many, too many, hands brushed against her body.

A part of her was overwhelmed at just the idea while the rest of her sat up at attention, the same way fae always did when Tenebrosity teased. Gaia, Hope wished it was more than just teasing.

"Well," Hope cleared a dry throat and then leaned into Tenebrosity's touch. "You should have said something earlier. If you're hungry... you should eat."

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Ten's hands found purchase- and picked Hope up off her lap- then set her on faer on two feet just beside.

Gaia, the feel of the hedgehog was going to echo in her senses for days. The smell of her, the warmth of her frame,... Ten mentally shook herself, trying to clear the tantalizing unwanted images.

"I think I will.- You want some pancakes? I've been practicing!" Though, Ten wasn't about to say if she'd passed or failed. She hopped out of the chair.

Escape!

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There was a moment where Hope was suspended in the air, Tenebrosity's hands holding her up, and Hope thought, Gaia, I wish she'd never put me down.

And then Ten did put Hope down and fae recognized that thought and immediately buried it. Nope! Never saying that out loud! Haha, wow!

"...Pancakes would be great," Hope said, finding faer voice shaky. "I'd love to have some. Any chance we could get some chocolate chips in those while we're at it?"

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"Much better," Hope said, mouth close to Ten's face as she leaned down to wrap the measuring tape around Ten's waist. "Good girl."

Hope felt Tenebrosity still under her body as she worked but fae just assumed Ten was trying to be helpful. She patted Ten's side soothingly, pinching the tape before leaning back, still on Ten's lap.

"Annnd done!" Hope declared. "See, I told you it wouldn't take long. Hm, you're kind of on the thin size. Have you been eating enough lately?"

Hope tilted her head inquisitively, a wave of apple blossom perfume hitting Ten's face. Hope was still sitting on Ten's lap.

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Oh Gaia- wait that was her and her brother. The pseudo-deity was still as a statue as Hope worked, mind somewhere between 'grab' and violently launching Hope partway into orbit to escape. Thank the stars she was able to manipulate her avatar, preventing the blush that was definitely crossing her actual features from showing up.

"I've been having my fill," two could play at this game, if she had to suffer, so did fae-

"---but it's not enough." A hum of a comment, her head tilting close and looking into the hedgehog's eyes, even as her own eyelids fell slightly down. Apple blossom...

Oh, if only. She gently shifted her hands, allowing all six pairs to graze along Hope's frame...

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Hope's breath hitched as Ten's many, too many, hands brushed against her body.

A part of her was overwhelmed at just the idea while the rest of her sat up at attention, the same way fae always did when Tenebrosity teased. Gaia, Hope wished it was more than just teasing.

"Well," Hope cleared a dry throat and then leaned into Tenebrosity's touch. "You should have said something earlier. If you're hungry... you should eat."

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Hope snorted and crossed faer arms.

"Sure," she said in a faux sweet voice. "Take as long as you need. Not like some of us have things to do or anything."

In truth, Hope didn't really have anywhere to be... but this fitting was taking forever! Hope wanted to get to work on Ten's gift already!

The second Ten finally sat down, Hope was going to pounce. Try and run from her with faer weight on Ten's lap!

Well, Ten could probably still run, Hope wasn't that heavy and Ten was fairly stronger than her... she'd probably be able to carry Hope with one hand...

Hope shook the distracting thoughts from her head and focused. She'd only get one shot!

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Ten released what could have been a soft whimper of a noise. Still, she gathered her courage, her mental fortitude, and sat....

Only for Hope to immediately sit down on her lap. Admittedly, the pseudo-lizard could have easily picked Hope up and dropped her down- or even just carried her to who-knows-where, but the second her source of affection was so close- it was almost impossible to make her false body breathe.

Even beneath the crust, she could feel her actual one nearly stutter in its breaths, eyes going wide as her entire frame went utterly, entirely still.

It was taking every inch of willpower in her not to let her disguise flicker.

Tendrils twitched at the edges of her shadow, gaze unwilling to tear from the designer.

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"Much better," Hope said, mouth close to Ten's face as she leaned down to wrap the measuring tape around Ten's waist. "Good girl."

Hope felt Tenebrosity still under her body as she worked but fae just assumed Ten was trying to be helpful. She patted Ten's side soothingly, pinching the tape before leaning back, still on Ten's lap.

"Annnd done!" Hope declared. "See, I told you it wouldn't take long. Hm, you're kind of on the thin size. Have you been eating enough lately?"

Hope tilted her head inquisitively, a wave of apple blossom perfume hitting Ten's face. Hope was still sitting on Ten's lap.

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"Wha- Ten!" Hope pouted, putting her hands on her hips. "It'll just be your waist and as long as you don't wriggle, it won't even take that long!"

That said, Hope grabbed a wooden chair and dragged it over. Fae got it from a human store so it should fit Ten just fine. She pointed at it firmly.

"it'll only be your waist and just for a moment," Hope said firmly before her voice turned teasing. "Now, are you gonna be good or am I gonna have to make you be good?"

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"Any amount of time with that tape is too long!" Ten practically whined. Any amount of time with Hope over her was too long, simply because she was trying to control her thoughts and feelings- and around Hope, that seemed a near impossibility. To have her hands anywhere on her body?

Gaia give her strength,--- oh wait. Fuck.

The pseudo-lizard's eyes flicked over to the chair, a whimper of a noise in her throat- only to die of its own accord.

Are you gonna be good, or am I gonna have to make you be good?

Oh. Lords could not hold her back- she had to pull herself in. Feeling her cheeks flush and thoughts race, desperately trying to drag them back only to swallow down her own panic,---

"I.--- I can be good." Her tail slid side-to-side, fluffy tuft practically a ball of pink fuzz. Ten shifted a foot towards the chair. "Just,....gimme a second to mentally prepare."

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Hope snorted and crossed faer arms.

"Sure," she said in a faux sweet voice. "Take as long as you need. Not like some of us have things to do or anything."

In truth, Hope didn't really have anywhere to be... but this fitting was taking forever! Hope wanted to get to work on Ten's gift already!

The second Ten finally sat down, Hope was going to pounce. Try and run from her with faer weight on Ten's lap!

Well, Ten could probably still run, Hope wasn't that heavy and Ten was fairly stronger than her... she'd probably be able to carry Hope with one hand...

Hope shook the distracting thoughts from her head and focused. She'd only get one shot!