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Lord Felwinter

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Felwinter Peak, Old Russia

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[warminded]

The Speaker preaches four tenets to the new Lightbearers who choose to stay in the City: Devotion. Bravery. Sacrifice. Death.

He claims they come from the Light itself. That they are what it expects of us. That they are what our people expect of us.

I don't want to see more people die, Gojo. Leaving the city, finding a mountain... It would be so much easier. There will always be a part of me that craves it.

But I've enjoyed my time with you, and with Choso. Living with you both sounds nice.

Even if I do wish to throw you in the ocean sometimes.

[mrblueeyes]

i don't know who or what the speaker is but he can fuck right off

you can throw me in the ocean but choso doesn't deserve it

and yeah i can already tell i'm going to have to argue you down from this bullshit on a regular basis

because you're going to do the same thing you did today and not even going to realize you've fallen into these thought patterns again until after you've already got me good and mad about it

you travel with me and choso. no one else, unless both of us are unavailable.

you and i have an understanding now--not quite a pact, but close. we keep each other human, understand?

lean on choso for help with that, too. he wants to be human--wants it pretty desperately, I think. and there's a lot of kindness in him. his role model for that is one of the kindest people I know. help him to be human, and trust him to help you.

[warminded]

I said nothing about throwing Choso in the ocean. Only you.

[Choso is a good boy.

He doesn't ask for details on how Choso is inhuman, because it's Choso's place to tell him that, if and when he wants to. Nobody else's.]

He's already more human than many I know.

But I understand. This is what I chose when I committed to our imprint.

[mrblueeyes]

just making sure.

still figuring out what all i committed to with our imprint, but apparently it includes this.

come and cuddle. we could both probably use it right now.

or else go find choso and deepen your imprint with him. i've spoken for him way too much in this conversation. go actually speak with him.

[warminded]

I'm more concerned about you at this moment in time.

[And he doesn't know Choso well enough to assume he'll appreciate being summoned out of nowhere for cuddles.]

Your room?

[mrblueeyes]

yes. my room.

[ he’s been reading a book. Which is to say he’s been picking up and putting down a book during this entire conversation without actually absorbing a word ]

[warminded]

[Felwinter doesn't take long. Soon enough there's a knock at the door, and he lets himself in, as has become the norm for them. He removes his helmet and leaves it on the counter, as usual. He'll even take a moment to pull his boots off before heading over to sit down in whatever space Gojo has made for him on the bed.]

You never did tell me what number eight is.

[Felwinter, please.]

[mrblueeyes]

The hypocrisy of you being fine with you not sleeping or eating but not fine with me not sleeping or eating.

[ The answer comes out quick and honest, no reason to bother with niceties. He tosses his book aside and snuggles into Fel's arms, having figured out by now the best way to sit tucked against Fel's side with relative comfort despite Fel's not-very-soft body. ]

Predicated on several assumptions.

[warminded]

That's not hypocrisy. [Indignant! Mostly because Gojo is 100% correct... again.]

You're human. Your body requires food and sleep to function. Mine does not.

[mrblueeyes]

We literally just went over this, have you decided to just forget what I said? I'm hurt. Do the words that come out of my mouth--okay it was texting so I guess hands?--mean nothing to you?

Humans have to breathe, too, but that wasn't something you were worried about when you were fucking my throat.

[warminded]

[Ok that's just unfair.]

If you'd looked like you were struggling I would have stopped. Or if you'd tapped out, or given me some other sign.

[Never mind the accidental almost-drowning. He lost his head a little.]

Healing from starvation isn't the same as not starving to begin with.

[mrblueeyes]

So you are fine with me healing the brain damage from oxygen deprivation? But you're not fine with me healing the brain damage from sleep deprivation. Is it just because one of these things involves your dick?

You're just digging yourself deeper and deeper in this hypocrisy hole. Have you considered, instead, admitting that I'm right and you've been kind of a jerk today?

[warminded]

That's not... [what he meant...]

I wasn't aware that I was damaging you. If I'd known I would have stopped.

[He is apparently completely sincere about that.]

I'll be more careful next time.

[mrblueeyes]

I could have stopped you, just like you said. I chose not to. It's been a long time since I've thought twice about healing my own damage, and I'm used to running on sleep deprivation as my normal state of being.

If you're going to make an effort to minimize the amount that I do things like that, because you care about me, then you have to accept the same in return. For the reasons previously discussed.

[ He lifts a warning finger. ] Don't you dare argue. I don't want to keep rehashing the earlier argument, because it was miserable, Fel. And I'm frustrated and exhausted just thinking about having to do that on a regular basis. Especially since here you are trying to go straight back into it.

So do me a favor and admit that I'm right, and-or apologize to me. About some or all of it.

[warminded]

[Felwinter does, in fact, open his mouth to argue, but then thinks better of it. Instead he just wraps his arms around Gojo and drags him down to lie on the bed, pressing his face into the nape of his neck.

When he (eventually) speaks again, it's quiet and slightly muffled, a soft vibration against pale skin.]

Forgive me. I called us equals and then refused to think of you as such. It was... [hypocritical] ...inconsiderate of me.

[mrblueeyes]

[ Gojo lets himself be tugged down, content to wait while Felwinter processes through his request. He knows he's given Felwinter a lot to think about and made some big asks of him today, so he's willing to be patient as he works through it.

Eyes closing with gratitude and contentment when he gets that apology, Gojo nods, curling his hand over Fel's and lightly winding their fingers together. ] We can work on investigating the mountains. But let's discuss that ... maybe tomorrow. For now, let's spend the next day or two looking for a house that the three of us all like.

[warminded]

I've never lived in a house. [It seems like a silly thing to admit, now that he says it.]

I sheltered in the ruins of houses on occasion, if they were defensible enough. But never more than a night. I lived in the remnants of a Golden Age observatory on my mountain. When I ceded it to the Iron Lords, they built a great temple into the peak.

[But never a house. He's not even sure what a house is supposed to be like.]

[mrblueeyes]

We'll find someplace nice.

Can't believe I'm actually willingly getting myself into a situation this cozy and domestic. [ Big dramatic eyeroll, even though Fel can't see it. ]

I'm not doing the laundry. You and Choso will have to figure that out. [ And all the other chores. ]

[warminded]

As a good subservient mechanical lifeform should.

[It's a little terse, but mostly good-natured. He knows Gojo is just Like That, and would be whether he was an Exo or a human or whatever Choso is exactly.]

I would suggest looking for a place which is easily defended, but I'm not sure those exist in a city like this.

[mrblueeyes]

[ Gojo doesn't appreciate the 'joke' but decides to ignore it. ]

Yeah we're looking for a house, not a fortress.

Another part of the human facade thing. Acting like society is peaceful and we're all safe, even when we all know it's a lie.

But it'll be nice. Sunny. With a garden. So we can plant Choso in a little flowerpot or something.

[warminded]

I don't think he would fit. [Of course he won't fit—]

Perhaps I can meditate in the garden rather than the park.

[Nobody staring at him, that way.]

What would you look for? In a house.

[mrblueeyes]

As long as I get a king sized bed, I don't really care about the rest of it. I can have books anywhere.

We actually have money for this, by the way. I got a weird windfall. A little bit creepy, actually. Did I show you the weird money that just showed up in my room?

[warminded]

Just... showed up?

[Ok, sure. Kind of creepy.]

I assumed we were using what we were given from the expeditions.

[Which is presumably nowhere near enough for a house, but the thing is? Felwinter has never had to use money before in his life. Having to pay for the place you want to live in? Pretty wild, actually.]

[mrblueeyes]

Just showed up. Scattered around. Which I just figured was a prank or something. But when I investigated, apparently it appraises for an obscene amount of money. Like ... the living expenses of a family for a year. Someone--or something--just gave me that.

It doesn't make any sense.

But yeah, I'd been planning on using what we were given from the expeditions, and figured the three of us would probably manage to afford something decent by combining that. But now ... we can afford something nice, and still have plenty for necessities and luxuries beyond that.

[ The luxuries available are limited, however, and especially limited for Augmented. Therefore, the obvious solution is that they need to expand the availability of luxury items and the social situation of the Augmented. Somehow. ]

And, honestly, still even more money beyond that since we still have the three salaries. So, serious question, what kind of goals might we want to achieve with that?

[warminded]

A tribute. [As made to a Warlord by his people. It's... not the most comfortable thought.

Gojo's question is a good one, and also one he doesn't have the slightest idea on how to answer. There are several goals he'd like to achieve, but he doesn't know that money will or even can help with them. He's quiet for a little while, his thumb drawing idle circles on Gojo's hand.]

What would you use it for?

[It's easier to just ask.]