RULEUS: *There's no point in shooting Sileas a message, he knows he won't answer it. Ruleus is instead going to drop by his block-- hours and hours after the showdown took place. He has many questions of course, a raging amount of disappointment, but mostly concern for his kismesis. Just what was going through his mind?? The fact that Ruleus didn't know was perhaps the most startling element of this whole conflict. Their own problems aside. He might try the door but redictably, it's locked. It's time to hack the keypad. There's no way Sileas is keeping Ruleus out of his room.*
SILEAS: *He can here Ruleus hacking into his block and Sileas makes a small groan from his curled up self-pity pile on the floor. The icepack held to his face having gone soft, warm, and mushy, and the bruising having already started spread out from below his cheek to just hinting under his eye. It hurt, but he almost wished it hurt worse.- L3av3 m3 al[o]ne. -He called out, maybe in hopes that whoever was coming into his block would hear him.-
RULEUS: *Door slides SCIENTIFICALLY open and in marches Ruleus, eyes falling on the curled shape of his pathetic kismesis. Frustration prickles his nerves all over again.* ! ?!nd !t !s not my job to heed that part!cular request.
SILEAS: *He is not wearing his glasses so he cannot see Ruleus. But he doesn't need vision to recognize his kismesis. All the same, he doesn't move to get up from his pile.* ................
RULEUS: *moving to kneel by the dead dog, daring to attempt to move the melted baggy from his face.* Let me see.
SILEAS: *He holds the useless pack closer to his face and just mumbles "N[o]."*
SILEAS: *Which...is a bad decision because it hurts doing so and he winces.*
RULEUS: Wr!ggler. *picks his hand aside and removes it* Let me see.
SILEAS: *Well, he can't fight it forever. Eventually Ruleus wins and the bag is removed. Now he could finally see the injury in all its puffy glory. By now the area spanning from the hollow of Sileas's cheek and to the base of his eye was started to get an ugly black and blue color (Literally) some of the swelling had gone down but it still looked just as painful as it felt.*
RULEUS: S!t up. *nudging at him* ! am go!ng help w!th the swell!ng.
SILEAS: *He doesn't want to. But being nudged isn't great so he is eventually pulling himself together enough to sit cross legged.* Why.
RULEUS: Because otherw!se !t !s go!ng to ?ester ?or a longer per!od o? t!me than necessary. !t's much better to deal w!th !t !mmed!ately than to wa!t ?or that to happen. *quietly fixes himself with gloves and produces a vial. Actually, why does he have a vial?*
RULEUS: Hold st!ll.
SILEAS: *Good thing he cant see the vial otherwise he would be leaning back away from it.* I sh[o]uld just l3t it f3st3r and b3 a r3mind3r.
RULEUS: *suddenly there's a quick prick of something sharp at the swelling under his eye. Before Sileas can jerk away, Ruleus is holding his head in place and letting the blue blood drain out into the vial. Careful and efficient as possible.*
SILEAS: *With a quick prick comes quick panic. Sileas's first instinct it to yelp and try to pull back away from the needle in his cheek because WOW THATS CLOSE TO HIS EYE. He may not be able to see out of it but there is still the gut instinct to protect it. However when he tries to move he feels a hand on the back of his head, keeping him from doing so. Sileas gasps and grabs Ruleus's arm with both his hands as he tries to catch up with what had just suddenly happened.* J3gus flipping crack3r CHRIST Rul3us!!!
RULEUS: !t's just a l!ttle pr!ckle. Calm down. *holding him in place with the firm strength he seldom ever brought himself to use. Gently runs a gloved thumb over the waning swell of flesh until the last of the blood dribbles away. By the time he pulls away, there is nothing left but the miniscule scrape of the needle before. The vial is capped.*
RULEUS: There. Seamless.
SILEAS: [O]kay but warning b3f[o]r3 y[o]u stick n33dl3s in my fac3 again! *He hisses, now finally able to pull back and away from his doctoring kismesis. Sileas goes straight to rubbing the soreness in his cheek. If thats bad for it? He doesn't care.*
RULEUS: Hmm... No. *squints at him and watches him rub at his cheek. He sure loved making himself miserable.* ! really d!dn't want to leave you alone r!ght now.
SILEAS: I want t[o] b3 al[o]n3 right n[o]w.
SILEAS: I.... frick.
SILEAS: *He starts to curl into himself again, drawing his knees up to his chest, one hand going around them the other on his cheek.*
SILEAS: H[o]w much d[o] y[o]u 3v3n kn[o]w.
RULEUS: Enough. *Here come the sour feelings of disappointment but no. He knew better.* ?rankly, ! don't th!nk you're !n a pos!t!on to know what you want r!ght now.
RULEUS: So !'m stay!ng.
SILEAS: *He huffs a little, looking away from him.* I g[o]t punch3d, thats it. *But Ruleus was right, he probably shouldn't be alone. But the longer his kismesis was here, the more embarrassed and ashamed Sileas started to feel. Just yesterday he had promised to stop messing around and get his shit together. And now today he had been punched in the face.*
SILEAS: I.......
SILEAS: I want3d t[o] t3ll y[o]u.
SILEAS: I think.
RULEUS: *He's just quiet, letting Sileas speak for himself. Otherwise, the fool would fumble and never get what he wanted out. Sileas will feel his eyes on hm though.*
SILEAS: *Thats almost worst. Sileas swallows, his face tinging blue as he feels Ruleus's gaze burning him.* But... but h[o]w d[o] y[o]u admit fricking up s[o] bad t[o] y[o]ur kism3sis?? A-And y[o]u alr3ady w3r3 ups3t, s-s[o] I c[o]uldn't-- *Oh fuck hes choking up. He can't do this.*
RULEUS: *Just puts a steady hand on him.* You are lett!ng your emot!ons get the best o? you aga!n. Perhaps wonder!ng what !t !s ! th!nk?
RULEUS: Adm!ttedly, ! am d!sappo!nted.
RULEUS: But noth!ng more. There !s no ?urther understand!ng or even an attempt to necessar!y. ! don't need to know any o? that.
RULEUS: What ex!sts !s your act!ons and your act!ons alone. As well as how you are go!ng to learn ?rom th!s.
RULEUSI: And never do someth!ng o? th!s cal!ber aga!n.
SILEAS: Wh-Why w[o]uldn't y[o]u b3 disap[o]int3d in m3. Its s[o] path3tic that I w[o]uldn't 3v3n hat3 m3 anym[o]r3. Wh-What kind [o]f half d3c3nt rival...*He sniffles, trying to wipe at tears pooling in his clouded eyes.* I m-m3ss3d up s[o] bad. I.... fuck3d up, Ruleus. *Wow. He really said fuck...*
RULEUS: *He can't... and he doesn't really feel sorry for him and only frowns. Dammit, Sileas. Rather than touch him again, he's leaning forward to brush lips against his cheek.*
SILEAS: *He tries purring in response to the cheek kiss, but it only comes out broken up.*
RULEUS: Cons!der where you go ?rom here. *mutters, seemingly mindless of the bruise and the mess of his tears* You made a m!stake.
RULEUS: Now ?!x !t.
SILEAS: *Sileas curls closer into himself, wanting to disapear like some lost wriggler just so Ruleus wouldnt be able to see him like this.* I alr3ady ap[o]l[o]giz3d t[o] D[o]v3. But I'm n[o]t 3xp3cting h3r t[o] 3v3r f[o]rgiv3 m3. I als[o] talk3d t[o] Ananya, but sh3 thinks its just as much h3r fault.
RULEUS: ! am not talk!ng about the reprecuss!ons, S!leas.
RULEUS: ! mean whatever mot!vated you !nto bel!ev!ng !t was a good !dea to beg!n w!th.
RULEUS: !? you don't change where all o? th!s came ?rom, there !s no po!nt !n apolog!es.
SILEAS: *He doesn't respond for a few minutes, too busy taking what Ruleus said to heart and actually searching for why he did it.* ............I didn't want h3r t[o] b3 sad. It hurt m[o]r3 t[o] s33 h3r ups3t th3n it did t[o] d[o] what sh3 want3d.
RULEUS: That sounds.
RULEUS: Super?!c!ous.
SILEAS: I als[o] think. I r3ally did want t[o] kiss h3r.
SILEAS: F[o]r a r3ally l[o]ng tim3. But I kn3w it w[o]uld n3v3r happ3n. [O]r I gu3ss th[o]ught it w[o]uldn't. Sinc3 sh3 actually did.
RULEUS: So !t was an opportun!ty to do what you wanted anyway. *He's putting it so bluntly so he knows that it is exactly as bad as it sounds.*
SILEAS: Urghhuh... y3ah. *He drags both hands down his face in disgust with himself. It really did sound so awful when actually said.*
RULEUS: A mot!vat!on that you comm!tted to ?or all the wrong reasons.
RULEUS: Tell me.
RULEUS: Who !s th!s ?a!r to, exactly?
RULEUS: Ananya? You?
RULEUS: !s th!s someth!ng you WANT ?or her??
SILEAS: I...I d[o]n't kn[o]w.
SILEAS: Its n[o]t fair t[o] h3r. And right n[o]w I d[o]n't d3s3rv3 fair mys3lf. I kn[o]w it was n3v3r g[o]ing t[o] b3 what I actually want3d.
SILEAS: I n3v3r want3d this.
RULEUS: Stop be!ng so glubb!ng sel?!sh ?or once, S!leas, and stop th!nk!ng about what you deserve.
RULEUS: What do all o? these people deserve?
RULEUS: That you have hurt w!th your act!ons?
RULEUS: An empty apology?
SILEAS: N[o].
SILEAS: Th3y d3s3rv3 an h[o]n3st [o]n3 and a frick t[o]n m[o]r3 f[o]r th3 crud I put th3m thr[o]ugh.
RULEUS: Yes. And maybe an ounce o? respect ?or what they're go!ng through.
SILEAS: *He nods against his knees.*
RULEUS: ! suggest you g!ve them space. And as for Ananya? *He exhales at that.* ! really th!nk she should respect what you are go!ng through too.
RULEUS: Because !t was not only your dec!s!on to comm!t.
SILEAS: I think sh3 want3d t[o] c[o]m3 [o]v3r b3f[o]r3. [o]r f[o]r m3 t[o] g[o] t[o] h3r. Sh3 ask3d t[o] s33 m3 but I t[o]ld h3r it wasn't a g[o][o]d id3a.
RULEUS: *The anger almost bubbles over there for a second but he keeps a tight lid on it, as best he can.* !? she cannot g!ve you th!s decent respect, then ! w!ll speak to her mysel?.
SILEAS: *He finally turns his head to look at Ruleus again, missing his intended gaze of course by a few centimeters but the amount of concern is still there.* Pl3as3 d[o]n't. She didn't push m3 t[o] s33 h3r [o]r anything, I think sh3 just f3lt bad b3caus3 D[o]v3 hit m3.
RULEUS: That !s.
RULEUS: Not the PO!NT, S!leas. *Okay. There is the hiss.*
SILEAS: *He winces a little, not certain if the hiss was directed at him specifically or just about the situation in general.* S[o]rry.
SILEAS: I d[o]n't want t[o] s33 h3r right n[o]w anyways. I'v3 alr3ady b33n av[o]iding h3r f[o]r th3 last f3w days.
RULEUS: W!th good reason.
RULEUS: !? she had truely cared about your well be!ng. She would not.
RULEUS: Have allowed th!s to move ?urther than she d!d.
SILEAS: *He shrugs some. It kind of hurts to hear that, but it sounds true enough.*
RULEUS: ... *stares at him before rising up to pull Sileas to stand.* Come on.
SILEAS: *He is slugish to do so, but no longer fights listening to Ruleus.* Wh3r3 ar3 w3 g[o]ing.
RULEUS: To your coon. *actually, now that he mentions it. He is helping Sileas out of his shirt.*
SILEAS: *Well, he had been pretty fine with being on the floor. But his coon did sound nice... He helps to tug his shirt off over his horns and tosses it on his desk chair to get to later.*
RULEUS: *Oh yes, helps him out of his pants too while he's at it. No big deal.*
SILEAS: *Honestly not in the slightest. Its not anything they haven't done before. Sileas sits on the edge of the coon so he can kick his feet out of the pant legs. As he is doing so a thought comes into his head and he is reaching for Ruleus's hand.* Can y[o]u... stay?
RULEUS: *Alright. He can't help but smile to himself at that, twining their fingers together for a second.* ...Only !? you allow me to clean your block wh!le you sleep.
SILEAS: *He gives Ruleus's hand a small squeeze, thankful to have it.* Can't y[o]u sl33p with m3? [o]r b3sid3s m3? *It may be a bit of a snug fit, but they could certainly both fit inside of his coon.*
RULEUS: ! m!ght cons!der !t. *Who is he kidding? He's already stripping down himself. It's not long before he is crawling in to join Sileas.* Scoot your butt.
SILEAS: *There is an audible sigh of relief coming from him as Ruleus slides into the coon with him. Sileas obliges hapily and moves over a bit as they both ease into the calming slime, and once they are in Sileas stretches his arms out to wrap around Ruleus's midsection. Oh yes. This was already far better then the floor.*
RULEUS: *He relaxes into the warm slime, running fingers through the other's deflated mop of hair.* ... Stup!d. *But with affection.*
SILEAS: Thats rud3 y[o]u ar3 in my c[o][o]n, sir. *He smothers the beginings of a smile and nuzzles closer to him.*
RULEUS: ! have earned my keep. *runs palms along one horn*
SILEAS: *Sileas begins to purr and then entertwines his legs with Ruleus's for maximum cuddling.* I gu3ss I can 3xcus3 it th3n.
RULEUS: *Speaking of Rude, the handle on his horn is only used as a means to tilt his face upwards. If only so Ruleus can press slow kisses to him. Checkmate. He wins.*
SILEAS: *Well, if you were to ask Sileas in this moment of a sweet kiss, he would rightfully argue that he was the true winner.*
