[Elliot wasn't expecting to move in, but he's not complaining. Apparently Gnosis expected it more than he did; the look he'd levelled at the two when they announced that Elliot would just Live Here At The Lab Now said something like "I'm glad my walls are soundproofed" and "just don't blow anything up". The days are spent with each of them working in the lab, sometimes in silence, sometimes looking for where that pesky iodine went or who took that screwdriver, sometimes talking about various projects.
Then, he'll go take a shower and head to bed, and Elliot has yet to convince Sesa to bathe with him. There's the bath house... they can't get too frisky in there, but there's the bath house! They'll burn that bridge when they reach it, though.
So. Sesa is having a crisis, and Elliot...
Elliot is here! He's here and he's sitting on their bed, braiding parts of his hair into those thin braids he normally has when he wants to put it up. No plans today, but he might as well look presentable.]
I'm in here, yes.
[He's gotten a bit of a slow start today. He may or may not have just woken up an hour ago.]
trips, hundreds of pictures of passenger fall out of sesa's pockets
[Great! He's here! He's relieved and also feels like he's going to pass out.
This was a bad idea. He should just leave-]
Ah...yes, of course. Good morning.
[He shoulders his way into the room, pulling the door shut behind him. He's busy braiding his hair, you should leave. Wait, is it even still morning? Surely Elliot wouldn't sleep in THAT late, would he? Jump out the window it's your only chance, you fool!]
Um...do you have a moment? I have something I want to give you.
Anyway. Sesa clears his throat, then walks over to sit on the edge of the bed where Elliot is.]
I know that...you and I have. That our relationship has...that is to say. It's...we're. [Words!] We're, um. Closer! Because I told you that I wanted to be. Closer.
[Yall have been nasty. Yall kiss. It's okay Sesa Elliot gets it, you like him.]
I know it hasn't been...altogether very long, but today is a Valentine's. And I wanted to do something for you. It's...please don't think you have to do anything, it's meant to be a small trinket and nothing more. I was just already toiling with metalwork the other day, and I thought...
[Sesa is starting to sound stupider by the minute, so instead of shoving more of his feet into his mouth (Why is it that he can't say the carefully crafted diatribe he had put together in his mind? Why won't the words come to him now?), he instead presses something small into the center of Elliot's free hand after gently taking it once he has a spare moment from working on that braid.]
Here.
[What Elliot will find when he opens his hand is a small metal band, polished to a brilliant shine and fashioned just a bit crudely into a cage around what looks to be a small pearl. It has an opalescent shimmer when he turns it in the light.
Sesa, meanwhile, is looking somehow both at the space of the bed between his legs and Elliot all at the same time, holding his breath as he waits for a response.]
[There's a moment of stunned silence on Elliot's part while he processes the fact that Sesa is not only giving him a gift, but made him one, and it's a ring. And then, there's the sound of him taking his gloves off and setting those aside, and then pigeonlike coos as he puts the ring on and holds it up to the light. Bird brain is going fucking wild right now.
Sesa will probably also hear Elliot's tailfeathers shifting. Happy tail wiggles. Happy pigeon noises.]
My, Sesa, had I known, I would be more presentable. [You put a ring on it, he has to make the joke.] It's truly a beautiful sight. You may have a talent for making jewellery. Should you ever desire to leave the weapons trade, I believe finding a career in that will be simple for you.
[He kisses Sesa's cheek. Cute... this side of him is so sweet.]
Sesa's heart feels like it's going to blow up. Yet, at the same time, he's more than pleased by Elliot's response. Here he was worried he'd be like "what the fuck? a RING? Already???" but no...he's taken to it like a magpie to a shiny bauble, and if Sesa had feathers to preen, he'd be preening.
He turns an even darker shade of red at that kiss, the tip of his tail flicking all over the place as he listens to Elliot's soft cooing.]
I-it really isn't much! It's not as good as it could be...I simply lack the proper tools for it. But when I found that pearl while searching for objects to trade, I thought...it would be wasted, simply handing it over to the shopkeeper.
[Fidgeting.]
But...I think it looks rather fetching on you.
[Plus, seeing Elliot wear a ring HE made is making him feel some kind of way for sure.]
[These soft bird noises are GOING to kill him. He's having a hard enough time keeping still as it is, embarrassed (pleasantly so), as well as tickled pink that Elliot liked his gift so much. Not that he wouldn't have, it's a ring.]
...of course. [He murmurs, lifting a hand to let his own claws very briefly tangle with Elliot's orange locks that cascade over his shoulder.] Luckily for you, I do not have a sensitive scalp.
A small blessing, though I'll make an attempt not to tug.
[There will be a little bit, though. Elliot is not only giving Sesa little braids on the side of his head, but pulling his unwieldly mane back into a ponytail, so yeah. Tug tug. He very gently combs his fingers through it, though, trying to get a feel for the uneven mess that is Sesa's hair...
...does he cut it himself, Elliot wonders?]
Do tell me if I'm too rough.
[At least the longer parts of his bangs are easy enough to halve and braid into those thin little braids Elliot normally does.]
[He can feel a slight tugging, yes, but it's nothing he can't handle. It's no worse than the times he's gotten his hair caught up around his horns, after all.
Also yes, Sesa does cut his own hair. Or, it's very likely he does at least...which is maybe why it looks so.
Bad? Yeah, bad.]
You're doing just fine.
[He rumbles, his tail thumping happily against the mattress as he lets his eyes drift closed, enjoying the feeling of Elliot's fingers pulling through his hair.]
I've never been that good at braiding myself. I've tried to braid Ifrit's hair a couple of times, but it's always come out looking a bit rough.
[Ohhh honey Goldenglow is gonna have a day with you...
There are bits of Sesa's hair that are long. Bits that look long, but they're layered awkwardly and short. Elliot can at least see now why Sesa manages to look so unkempt all the time.
It's cute. He's into it. God is he into it. But also, babe.]
She doesn't strike me as someone patient enough to sit through that. [He comments, but then again, she has grown up a lot more.] I'm sure it fit her appearance just fine, that being said.
[Fire kid with haphazard braids... yeah.]
I'll show you how to do a proper one some time. I do enjoy your hands in my hair, after all. [elliot why]
Oh believe me, she wasn't. The fact she allowed it at all was a miracle in itself.
[But the compromise was that big bro Sesa take her and the others out for fast food, so it all worked out. Just don't tell Saria-
He tilts his head back a little as Elliot works, closing his eyes at feeling of his fingers against his scalp. He thinks he could get used to this, actually...]
Once you've taught me the proper technique, will you let me do your braids for you sometimes?
[Saria teleporting into this room to smack Sesa on the noggin.
Elliot drags his nails through Sesa's hair, half massaging his scalp as he goes. The entertained cooing continues.]
I would. I rather enjoy your hands in my hair, [ELLIOT,] but you know that already.
[The first few of those little braids are completed swiftly with what Elliot has to work with. He draws them back, alongside the rest of Sesa's hair, into a ponytail at the back of his head. His bangs are left out of it to frame his face.
It is here that Elliot holds Sesa's hair back with only one of his hands, reaching around for something with the other. The sheets make noise under his fingertips as he runs them across them, pats the pillow... ah, there. Then, he's back to actually tying off the ponytail, where he slips something into the tie itself.
It... is one of his feathers, shed while he was sleeping in.
Elliot's chirping picks up, and he kisses Sesa's neck, right on a patch of now-exposed scales.]
[Sesa is patient as the Liberi works, unbothered by the slight tugging in his hair if it means he gets to feel more of the way he's rubbing at his scalp with his fingertips. It's so nice...he could just fall asleep.
Instead, his attention is grabbed by the sound of the sheets being shifted as Elliot reaches back blindly to find one of his shed feathers to tuck into Sesa's ponytail.
If there were any question of who he's been spending his time with today, well...]
Mmm...? Just what did you do back there? May I see?
[There's a non-corrupted mirror in here somewhere, right-]
[There is! Elliot keeps a tall one in the corner now... you know how he is with his Fashion and his Long Hair, he has to make sure he can see all of it since it almost drags on the damn ground.
So, yes, Sesa can go over to the mirror and look. Elliot motions to it with one hand, almost smirking. Yes go look what he did. :)]
[In that case, Sesa is just going to get up for a second, scuse him...
...]
I see.
[He is. Blushing. Fiercely. Yet, he makes no moves to remove the feather or otherwise take his hair down. In fact, given the way he's turning his head this way and that, observing how it frames his face? He's quite happy seeing the beautiful blue plumage there.]
You did an excellent job, Elliot. I may have to ask you to do my hair in the mornings more often. I cannot imagine this coming down while I am trying to work as easily.
[It's probably easy to assume Sesa will have one (1) Elliot feather in his hair in most threads going forward. Even on days he doesn't realize Elliot put one in there, leaving him wandering around being cluelessly gay.
He will return once he's through looking at himself in the mirror, sitting back down on the bed behind where Elliot sits so he can reach him more easily.]
I'll take care not to tangle my claws in your hair too much.
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Then, he'll go take a shower and head to bed, and Elliot has yet to convince Sesa to bathe with him. There's the bath house... they can't get too frisky in there, but there's the bath house! They'll burn that bridge when they reach it, though.
So. Sesa is having a crisis, and Elliot...
Elliot is here! He's here and he's sitting on their bed, braiding parts of his hair into those thin braids he normally has when he wants to put it up. No plans today, but he might as well look presentable.]
I'm in here, yes.
[He's gotten a bit of a slow start today. He may or may not have just woken up an hour ago.]
trips, hundreds of pictures of passenger fall out of sesa's pockets
This was a bad idea. He should just leave-]
Ah...yes, of course. Good morning.
[He shoulders his way into the room, pulling the door shut behind him. He's busy braiding his hair, you should leave. Wait, is it even still morning? Surely Elliot wouldn't sleep in THAT late, would he? Jump out the window it's your only chance, you fool!]
Um...do you have a moment? I have something I want to give you.
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I have plenty of moments, [he says, tying off the end of the braid,] and I can make more for you. What is it?
[gross]
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[Why do you say Things that make him Feel Things-
Anyway. Sesa clears his throat, then walks over to sit on the edge of the bed where Elliot is.]
I know that...you and I have. That our relationship has...that is to say. It's...we're. [Words!] We're, um. Closer! Because I told you that I wanted to be. Closer.
[Yall have been nasty. Yall kiss. It's okay Sesa Elliot gets it, you like him.]
I know it hasn't been...altogether very long, but today is a Valentine's. And I wanted to do something for you. It's...please don't think you have to do anything, it's meant to be a small trinket and nothing more. I was just already toiling with metalwork the other day, and I thought...
[Sesa is starting to sound stupider by the minute, so instead of shoving more of his feet into his mouth (Why is it that he can't say the carefully crafted diatribe he had put together in his mind? Why won't the words come to him now?), he instead presses something small into the center of Elliot's free hand after gently taking it once he has a spare moment from working on that braid.]
Here.
[What Elliot will find when he opens his hand is a small metal band, polished to a brilliant shine and fashioned just a bit crudely into a cage around what looks to be a small pearl. It has an opalescent shimmer when he turns it in the light.
Sesa, meanwhile, is looking somehow both at the space of the bed between his legs and Elliot all at the same time, holding his breath as he waits for a response.]
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Sesa will probably also hear Elliot's tailfeathers shifting. Happy tail wiggles. Happy pigeon noises.]
My, Sesa, had I known, I would be more presentable. [You put a ring on it, he has to make the joke.] It's truly a beautiful sight. You may have a talent for making jewellery. Should you ever desire to leave the weapons trade, I believe finding a career in that will be simple for you.
[He kisses Sesa's cheek. Cute... this side of him is so sweet.]
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Sesa's heart feels like it's going to blow up. Yet, at the same time, he's more than pleased by Elliot's response. Here he was worried he'd be like "what the fuck? a RING? Already???" but no...he's taken to it like a magpie to a shiny bauble, and if Sesa had feathers to preen, he'd be preening.
He turns an even darker shade of red at that kiss, the tip of his tail flicking all over the place as he listens to Elliot's soft cooing.]
I-it really isn't much! It's not as good as it could be...I simply lack the proper tools for it. But when I found that pearl while searching for objects to trade, I thought...it would be wasted, simply handing it over to the shopkeeper.
[Fidgeting.]
But...I think it looks rather fetching on you.
[Plus, seeing Elliot wear a ring HE made is making him feel some kind of way for sure.]
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Really? I'd much like to see "as good as it could be" from you, then.
[Puts his chin on Sesa's shoulder. Makes bird noises directly into his ear. You've done it, you've activated permanent pigeon coos.]
If you'll allow me a small indulgence, Sesa... let me put your hair up for you. I'd like to braid a part of it.
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...of course. [He murmurs, lifting a hand to let his own claws very briefly tangle with Elliot's orange locks that cascade over his shoulder.] Luckily for you, I do not have a sensitive scalp.
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[There will be a little bit, though. Elliot is not only giving Sesa little braids on the side of his head, but pulling his unwieldly mane back into a ponytail, so yeah. Tug tug. He very gently combs his fingers through it, though, trying to get a feel for the uneven mess that is Sesa's hair...
...does he cut it himself, Elliot wonders?]
Do tell me if I'm too rough.
[At least the longer parts of his bangs are easy enough to halve and braid into those thin little braids Elliot normally does.]
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Also yes, Sesa does cut his own hair. Or, it's very likely he does at least...which is maybe why it looks so.
Bad? Yeah, bad.]
You're doing just fine.
[He rumbles, his tail thumping happily against the mattress as he lets his eyes drift closed, enjoying the feeling of Elliot's fingers pulling through his hair.]
I've never been that good at braiding myself. I've tried to braid Ifrit's hair a couple of times, but it's always come out looking a bit rough.
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There are bits of Sesa's hair that are long. Bits that look long, but they're layered awkwardly and short. Elliot can at least see now why Sesa manages to look so unkempt all the time.
It's cute. He's into it. God is he into it. But also, babe.]
She doesn't strike me as someone patient enough to sit through that. [He comments, but then again, she has grown up a lot more.] I'm sure it fit her appearance just fine, that being said.
[Fire kid with haphazard braids... yeah.]
I'll show you how to do a proper one some time. I do enjoy your hands in my hair, after all. [elliot why]
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[But the compromise was that big bro Sesa take her and the others out for fast food, so it all worked out. Just don't tell Saria-
He tilts his head back a little as Elliot works, closing his eyes at feeling of his fingers against his scalp. He thinks he could get used to this, actually...]
Once you've taught me the proper technique, will you let me do your braids for you sometimes?
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Elliot drags his nails through Sesa's hair, half massaging his scalp as he goes. The entertained cooing continues.]
I would. I rather enjoy your hands in my hair, [ELLIOT,] but you know that already.
[The first few of those little braids are completed swiftly with what Elliot has to work with. He draws them back, alongside the rest of Sesa's hair, into a ponytail at the back of his head. His bangs are left out of it to frame his face.
It is here that Elliot holds Sesa's hair back with only one of his hands, reaching around for something with the other. The sheets make noise under his fingertips as he runs them across them, pats the pillow... ah, there. Then, he's back to actually tying off the ponytail, where he slips something into the tie itself.
It... is one of his feathers, shed while he was sleeping in.
Elliot's chirping picks up, and he kisses Sesa's neck, right on a patch of now-exposed scales.]
There you are.
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Instead, his attention is grabbed by the sound of the sheets being shifted as Elliot reaches back blindly to find one of his shed feathers to tuck into Sesa's ponytail.
If there were any question of who he's been spending his time with today, well...]
Mmm...? Just what did you do back there? May I see?
[There's a non-corrupted mirror in here somewhere, right-]
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So, yes, Sesa can go over to the mirror and look. Elliot motions to it with one hand, almost smirking. Yes go look what he did. :)]
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...]
I see.
[He is. Blushing. Fiercely. Yet, he makes no moves to remove the feather or otherwise take his hair down. In fact, given the way he's turning his head this way and that, observing how it frames his face? He's quite happy seeing the beautiful blue plumage there.]
You did an excellent job, Elliot. I may have to ask you to do my hair in the mornings more often. I cannot imagine this coming down while I am trying to work as easily.
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Surely not. If I'm able to keep my own weighty hair up, yours will be no problem.
[Plus then Sesa can have a Very Obvious Elliot Feather in his hair as a mark of being claimed. Because Elliot is normal.]
Come, Sesa. I'll teach you how to do braids.
[He's taking his own hair down as they speak.]
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He will return once he's through looking at himself in the mirror, sitting back down on the bed behind where Elliot sits so he can reach him more easily.]
I'll take care not to tangle my claws in your hair too much.