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voice; un: glint

[lifeafterdeath]

[ At some point during the early part of the curses happening, Uldren will get a voice message. It's from Crow's ID address but it's not... Crow? It's like someone is piggybacking off his ID. ]

Prince Uldren? This is Glint, Crow's Ghost.

I know you probably don't want to hear from either of us, but I thought I should check in on you, since I've been hearing some strange stories about people becoming cursed. Wanted to make sure you weren't losing your head or anything like that!

Except you can actually lose your head. If you lost your head, please ... make a noise. Any noise will mean yes! If you can reach your phone, that is...

Er. Anyways. Goodbye, I hope you're all in one piece!

[forsakenprince]

[ That the annoying gnat that was a Ghost bothered to call him by his title was not missed. It was probably the only reason Uldren bothered to answer at all. ]

You are correct: I don't wish to hear from any of you, so why you thought a call would be welcome is beyond me. I was doing fine until you called.

[ There was a pause, followed by a huffy sigh. ] But if it will make you leave me alone: I am not afflicted by this so-called curse. I have not lost my head and I am one piece.

[lifeafterdeath]

Well, we may not need to stick together, but we should definitely keep an eye on each other! This place can get pretty weird if you're not careful... as you've seen.

[ There's a long pause. Probably a bit awkward. Glint can't say he likes Uldren, but he feels a bit responsible for his well being. He did eventually become Crow. ]

Remember to eat and stay hydrated, too!

[forsakenprince]

I hardly need you and your kind breathing down my neck. You and Crow already pointed out that none of you need my help.

[ Not that they would get it anyway. ]

Go hover over Crow. Isn't that your entire job anyway?

[lifeafterdeath]

I do plenty of things that aren't hovering over Crow! Like... research. I did a lot of research before I found him, you know!

[ Even Glint can admit he spends a lot of time with Crow. He won't be made to feel bad about it, though! Crow needs a lot of attention. ]

I categorized several new varieties of rock formations in the Reef!

how tf has it been 6 days since you posted this like how tf am i losing time like this

[forsakenprince]

Did? As in before you took my body? Before Crow?

[ His tone was wry. ]

And after? What do you do other than hover over him now?

endwalker prep real

[lifeafterdeath]

Before I found Crow, yes.

[ Listen, Uldren.. you weren't using it, finders keepers. ]

As his Ghost I do aid him a lot... but I still conduct research into many things! Like pre-Collapse ritual holidays and things like that. I'm one of many Ghosts with a robust Eliksni dictionary as well.

i've got a bad case of the log in queues (ultimate)

[forsakenprince]

[ It's still rude. :( ]

Ah. I see. [ He sounded like he didn't fully buy it. ] Are you and your little Guardian friends finally trying to learn how to place nice?

27th Nov

[thumbsdown]

It takes Boone a while of staring at his phone in his room, but after his talk with V he figures the least he can do is try. So he finally texts Uldren when he knows the other man is home, too.

Can we talk?

He almost regrets sending it at first, and he fiddles anxiously with his blunt nails as he waits for a reply. He needs to apologise for what happened in Ballymallet- but if Uldren won't accept that then Boone won't push it.

[forsakenprince]

Uldren was trying to sleep when his phone went off. When he wasn't trying desperately to cling to the feeling he kept assuming was his sister and trying to force her to speak to him again. She had grown quiet more often than not, he felt her less with each passing day.

The sound of the phone vibrating startled him. He checked it and hesitated for a moment, then responded.

Yes. Would you prefer to talk over this or would you rather we speak in the common area?

It's called a living room Uldren.

[thumbsdown]

Meet me in the living room.

As much as Boone would like to hide behind a screen, that feels like a cop out and not like a real apology. He needs Uldren to know he means it.

He slides off his bed and pads into the main room, quiet as ever. There, he stands with his arms folded and his lips pursed as he tries to figure out what he's supposed to say.

[forsakenprince]

There was about a minute's delay before Uldren stepped into the living room - he had to find a shirt to pull over his head and he might have taken a moment to make sure his hair wasn't a complete fucking mess.

He did eventually pad out into the living room and, mirroring Boone's body language, crossed his arms. He didn't walk too far into the room because he isn't so sure what to actually do. His expression was very guarded but lacked the dour edge it normally carried. He didn't say anything as he allowed Boone the time he needed to figure out what he wanted to say.

[thumbsdown]

Boone doesn't speak for a good moment, lost in how to phrase what he wants to say. He doesn't like to just plunge headfirst into talking when it's important; he needs time to think it through, after all. Eventually he speaks, voice oddly level despite the fact that he's embarrassed to have to bring what happened back up again.

"About the other night... I'm sorry for springing that on you. Makes sense you'd be confused, and I'm not surprised you pulled back."

He tries not to use words like rejected because he's not trying to guilt trip Uldren into feeling bad for him, he just wants to clear the air.

"And I shouldn't have let you walk off alone, either. Don't doubt that you can take care of yourself but with the way our heads were being messed with... should've called you back."

Or grabbed him. Or something. Anything but letting him leave.

"So... yeah. You don't have to feel good about what happened, I sure as hell don't. But I... you were right. We get along. Would be a shame to lose that.

...That's, uh. All I have to say, I think."

He rubs his forehead tiredly. He isn't good at this but he thinks that was an okay apology. Now to stand around awkwardly and hope Uldren accepts it.

[forsakenprince]

Uldren looked Boone over after he'd finished speaking. For once he didn't speak immediately and took a moment to mull over what he wanted to say himself. He wasn't sure how to really encapsulate what it was he wanted to say - he wasn't about to admit to what really happened and he didn't want to think about Jolyon again. He spoke slowly and quietly.

"I should not have responded the way I did. In truth, my response came from a place of surprise." He was careful not to say that he would have liked to explore it further because he was unsure where Boone was now that they were both free of the potion's effect.

"Don't feel bad about letting me walk away. Even with the potion, I was fine." Of all of the things that happened that evening that was what bothered him the least, truly. He was more bothered that Boone was the one that tried to get up and leave.

"Things have been uncomfortable since then but I still stand by what I said. I would rather not see our relationship ruined over a... Misunderstanding."

[thumbsdown]

Boone nods once, unfolding his arms; perhaps in an attempt to make himself seem less closed-off.

"I don't want us to stop talking or anything, either. Just... wasn't sure how to make it right." Part of him balks at the fact that he tried, though. Something bad will happen, it always does. But he's so tired of being alone, and he can't keep his promise to the Courier if being alive is truly that sad.

Even if he's sure this will only play out one way in the end.

He sighs, wishing he'd kept his arms folded because he feels oddly vulnerable like this. "We're good, then?" He scuffs his foot against the ground awkwardly. "Cause I, uh... got you more wine. Thought maybe we could... hang out. Or something."

He'd had to fish the last bottle Uldren threw away out of the trash to see which one he liked, but he remembers it now.

[forsakenprince]

Uldren's arms remain folded for a little longer - just until Boone admitted that he didn't know how to make things right. When he uncrossed them his hands found their way into his pockets. He went from stiff into that same perfunctory stance he'd had before all of this happened.

"Yes, we're fine." Well, there might be a little lingering awkwardness between them for the next couple of days, but they'd get through it. Most likely. Both of these guys were absolutely worthless at their feelings.

There was something charming about the way Boone was disarming himself and the way he apologized. He'd even found a peace offering based on the little bit that Boone knew of himself. He couldn't recall the last time someone had tried with him. Surely it wasn't since he'd pushed Jol away... He pushed the thought from his mind. He smiled slightly with a hint of amusement at the awkward ask.

"I would like that." More than he wanted to admit out loud, really. He moved whenever Boone did and fell into place on the couch as he did, leaving room for Boone if he wanted to join him.

[thumbsdown]

Boone seems to release a breath as Uldren sits down, and he sits beside him after heading out to grab Uldren's wine, his whiskey, and two glasses. He thinks they could both use a drink after that.

"Wasn't interrupting anything, was I?" He nods towards where Uldren had exited his room. "Were you trying to sleep in there?" It's not particularly late, but they hadn't had much reason to sit together since Boone had briefly screwed everything up. At least, he hopes it was brief. Still feels a little awkward, but not half as much as before.

12th Dec

[thumbsdown]

Boone stares up at the sprig of greenery adorning the entrance of their house with suspicion. They'd only gone out for supplies, but apparently in their absence someone thought it would be funny to hang kissletoe above their door- meaning to get back inside their house, Uldren and Boone have to either kiss or deal with it some other way. Boone is personally fine with a kiss, though he wouldn't usually do it in semi-public, but he glances over at Uldren anyway to gauge his reaction.

"Saw someone get tied up by the vines that come outta these things. Little too reminiscent of Vault 22 for my liking, but the guy didn't get hurt." Boone pauses. "We, uh. Might have to kiss to get in."

Even after what came after his apology a couple of weeks ago, Boone still wants Uldren's input before he just kisses him. Maybe soon he'll feel confident stealing those kisses without warning, but for now he likes to ask.

"So... what're you thinking?"

[forsakenprince]

Uldren stood beside Boone and examined the plant alongside him. He was faintly amused at the kissletoe's timely appearance above their door while they just so happened to be out. In another time he was a bit of a prankster himself and this was the sort of antics that he himself would put someone up to. He couldn't even be angry at it, not really. His expression grew more serious as he looked over to Boone as if he was trying to hide his amusement.

"At some point, you will have to tell me about this Vault." He was quiet for a moment after Boone explained they may have to kiss to get in. He had no issue with that, not really. After all that happened recently, he found he might be fond of Boone's company and... Everything else. Yes, he might have enjoyed himself. He appreciated that Boone bothered to ask.

"If we must kiss to enter then I don't see much of a way around it. I don't see any need for us to try and break into our own home." Which was to say that he was comfortable enough with the idea. He took a step closer to Boone without necessarily realizing it - that subtle body language when you were fond of someone and did things without realizing it. He would let Boone initiate just so that he didn't take him by surprise. "I'd like to get inside so we may as well."

[thumbsdown]

Boone turns to face Uldren and looks at him almost fondly. He takes his hand and leads him to be under the kissletoe more, at which point- as Boone expected- the vines start to creep down curiously. He ignores them for the most part, uncomfortable as they make him thanks to the vault, and leans in to press his lips to Uldren's.

His free hand runs through his hair while his other remains holding Uldren's, and perhaps the kiss doesn't need to be this tender or involved but once he starts he finds he wants to let it linger, just a little.

The vines snake down to twist around their joined hands, keeping them together. Unknown to Boone, they're giving off those gentle pheromones that cause arousal, and when he pulls back slightly he feels slightly breathless. He's still in kissing vicinity, and he's a little flushed thanks to the vines and their pheromones. He obviously wants to lean back in, if the way he looks at Uldren is any indication. There's a little hint of a smile there, even.

[forsakenprince]

Uldren's expression was just as subtle as Boone's, really, but there was a softness to his expression that suggested a certain fondness for Boone as well. He let Boone have his hand, followed him without any resistance. He ignored the vines as well, or tried to - they reminded him of the creeping nature of the Garden, the way the place was so full of life. He could remember watching his fingernails grow, and he recalled Jolyon's -- it didn't matter, actually.

He liked the feeling of Boone's lips against his, the way the other man's hand ran through his hair. His own hand found Boone's cheek, gently cupping it. He seemed in no rush to break the kiss and pull away and it seemed like the vines agreed with the sentiment as they wound around their hands.

He was also a little breathless when Boone pulled away. He noted that Boone didn't pull that far away, just enough to check him. Uldren was regarding Boone much in the same way; he was wanting to see if Boone was wanting more. When he recognized his own searching in Boone's face he waited no longer and pulled Boone to him and into another kiss. Where in the past he was tentative and deferred to Boone, he did not now: the kiss was strong and firm, not quite aggressive but there was an edge there. His free hand pulled Boone closer to him.

[thumbsdown]

He makes a sound as he's pulled closer, melting into the kiss and closing his eyes. The edge to it is a turn on, and he almost forgets they're outside the house until a slight breeze rolls in. Being a Ruby he doesn't feel the chill, but as much as he wants to continue the kiss, he's suddenly very aware of that fact now. He pulls back just enough to murmur in Uldren's ear. "Inside."

The vines had been trying to snake around his thigh, but he pushes them off now, trying to open the door as they follow him curiously. When he pulls the front door open and sets his shopping bags inside, he waits for Uldren just over the threshold and debates to himself how he's going to suggest what he wants.

He's been fine with the idea of going all the way with Uldren for several days now. Uldren hadn't pushed him and Boone appreciates that he could come to the decision on his own, and now that they're both here and in the mood for more... why not try now? The way he's eyeing Uldren, it's clear he's wanting to say something. He just doesn't want to be felt up by plants while he tries to figure out how to say it.

[forsakenprince]

Uldren admittedly didn't notice the breeze, being an amethyst, but he was glad for Boone to suggest they go inside all the same. It was nippy out and he didn't wear his armor for this particular outing - he didn't feel the need given the current company. He hated that the kiss had been broken but didn't think too much of it - they could continue once they got inside, after all.

He mimicked Boone and shrugged the vines away. They seemed to feel that Uldren wasn't interested in their antics, or maybe they were shoving off because they didn't want to get in the way of what started on the porch continuing once they were inside. He stepped around Boone's bags and set his down, then closed the front door and locked it. He turned and was going to continue right where they left off, but he saw the way Boone was looking at him. It was the look he got when he was trying to string together a tough sentence.

"What's on your mind?" He kept far enough back to give Boone his space while he worked out what he wanted to say and to give him the opportunity to say it. As always he just wanted Boone to feel comfortable enough to speak and to have the space to do so.

[thumbsdown]

He appreciates the time given to him, and it helps set his resolve. He steps forward again and touches Uldren's hand, and he seems very sure when he speaks.

"Ready for whatever you wanna do. If... if you want." It's not the most eloquent way of saying he's down for sex but it's his way, and he knows Uldren will understand. His eyes meet Uldren's, searching, hoping the reaction will be a good one. He knows the man well enough by now to read him decently, at least.

It's not that he isn't nervous about the prospect anymore. He just thinks he's ready to face that, and ready to do it with someone he cares about. He certainly wouldn't be offering to anyone else. He still gets weird about being touched by strangers after all- but he's long since become accustomed to touching and being touched by Uldren. He's comfortable with it. Happy with it, even.

[forsakenprince]

Uldren felt a certain relief when Boone finally stepped forward and touched his hand. Whatever Boone had to say wasn't something bad after all. Not that Uldren necessarily expected something bad, but he had been conditioned to never hope for anything good. There was a moment that Uldren searched Boone's face to derive the deeper meaning of what he was trying to say. The moment it clicked was visible - brows raising slightly. He took Boone's hand in his and stepped closer, his other hand resting on his hip, thumb gently rubbing as he drew in close.

"Are you sure? You don't need to do anything for my sake." Not that Uldren necessarily felt that Boone was doing it just to make him happy. He just wanted to be sure that Boone was confident in the decision. There was a somberness to the question that was tempered with a very closely guarded affection.