#oufrey

i love you beyond memory

This fucking panel. Adult Qifrey reflected at the feet of his childhood self, a child who didn't even think he'd make it this far, from the perspective of that adult now reminiscing about his soul mate and their shared anguish. I JUST.

Oldruggio and Queefry doodles

Sick!Qifrey and Sick!Olruggio headcannons will be posted right after this one!

CHAPTER 93 SPOILERS

Sick Qifrey

Olruggio models most of his contraptions after Qifrey's symptoms. He spends a lot of time observing the man— it is technically his job, after all.

Qifrey has never used a single one. They are too kind, too tailor made. Too sure to lull him into safety. Exactly what they were made to do. He feels imense guilt over this– every trinket is placed around his room as if it is used.

Olruggio thinks he just needs to be better. He always does. Qifrey wishes he could tell him the truth. 20 years of perfectly tailored gifts, and he can't use a single one.

Sick Olruggio

Trying to get Olruggio to rest when he has a deadline is just about impossible. So Qifrey will stick to what is in his hands— he'll bring Olly a warm meal, and tuck him in with a blanket when he falls asleep at his desk.

Qifrey will brew tea as well. He has quite the collection of different ingredients, and likes to make his own blends. It's difficult to take note of what Olruggio thinks of each; his reaction tends to lack both emotion and expression.

But with twenty years of thiss under his belt, Qifrey has Olly's favorite tea down to a a science. Olruggio himself doesn't even know what the tea includes, and he sure as hell is not going to ask.

Perhaps in another life, Olly would drape heated bands over Qifrey's aching joints. He'd lay him to rest on the couch, when he could still be near his apprentices.

Perhaps in that life, Qifrey would put use to each of Olly's contraptions. His fingers adorned with rings, each a symbol of Olruggio's unspoken care.

Perhaps, Olruggio would allow himself to be pulled away from his work. He'd lie on Qifrey's bed, complaining, and allow the other man to comb his fingers through his coarse hair.

It would still be uncomfortable for him at first— the vulnerability of the situation. He'd feel weak, feel wrong. But the safety would calm eventually; the oh-so-tired haze combined with the comforting scent of his best friend lulling him to sleep.

Qifrey would lay against Olruggio, adoring the moments where he let his guard down like this. He'd want to stay up just a little longer to enjoy the moment, but the softness of the moment would quickly bring sleep.

Olly would wake up first, feeling just a bit better with the rays of the sun, now held within Qifrey's embrace. He'd grumble about it, but no true anger would be held. He'd close his eyes once again, and allow himself to enjoy the embrace.