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Drake Holloway ([personal profile] braveoff) wrote2025-03-23 11:44 am

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[personal profile] requiemshark 2021-09-20 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ They eat and it's quiet for a while. Things settle. Ephemera drinks and he eats and he lets things breathe. Lets himself come down from the adrenaline rush of earlier and settle back into himself. There will be echos later - he knows, there always are - but right now things have quieted and that's -

That's good. That's enough, for right now.

He stands, stretching a little. Running a hand through his hair. ]


Better. Tired, but better.
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[personal profile] requiemshark 2021-09-20 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's a small gesture, but Ephemera finds himself hopelessly charmed by it. He breathes out, leaning into it a little. ]

Thinking about growing it out. Maybe.

[ Trying something different. He tips his head to the side, then nods. ]

Yeah. I'm beat.
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[personal profile] requiemshark 2021-09-20 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah?

[ That's nice, the way that Drake tugs his hair. Runs his fingers through it. That's nice. Easy. Not a lot is around here. Ephemera follows after Drake easily, rubbing a hand down his face. He can feel himself crashing. If he's lucky, he'll drop without dreaming. ]

I don't think I've ever had it long. Always used to buzz it off. 'cept in prison and then I wouldn't let anyone near me with scissors.
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[personal profile] requiemshark 2021-09-20 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ephemera's expression softens. And he goes easily, willingly, and curls up with Drake. ]

Thank you. For - being you.
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[personal profile] requiemshark 2021-09-21 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ephemera huffs a little, closing his good eye. He likes this, curling up with Drake. He thinks maybe this time he's tired enough that he'll sleep without nightmares.

Maybe. Wouldn't that be something? ]


I'm not worried.
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[personal profile] requiemshark 2021-09-21 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Nah. Not you.

[ He settles, putting his hand on Drake's arm. ]

I don't see you being smug.
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[personal profile] requiemshark 2021-09-21 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ephemera huffs, squeezing Drake's arm. ]

Sure you can. Maybe about your cooking.
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[personal profile] requiemshark 2021-09-21 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ephemera cracks his good eye, peering at Drake. ]

I like it when you teach me. So, maybe I'll be able to cook for you one day too.
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[personal profile] requiemshark 2021-09-21 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ephemera huffs a little, closing his good eye again. Settling against Drake. ]

Don't laugh. But chocolate chip cookies. I miss that shit and they're expensive as hell around here.
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[personal profile] requiemshark 2021-09-21 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah?

[ Ephemera smiles a little. ]

I'd like that.
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[personal profile] requiemshark 2021-09-21 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
Mhmph. Okay.

[ It comes out soft. Ephemera closes his good eye, pressing close. He breathes out slow. And settles. ]