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Cassian Ó Loinsigh ([personal profile] feckinboomstick) wrote in [community profile] genessia2017-03-08 04:55 pm
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Video/action for Tannusen

For a limited time, the Cloak and Dagger is sellin' crisps. They may have taken a jaunt through an alternate magical dimension, so they could have a fascinatin' series of effects if ye eat 'em.

If not, well they're fairly decent crisps. Get 'em while supplies last.

[Meanwhile, back at the rectory, once Cassian is done with pushing fake magic chips, he settles in for a good book.

Been a while since he could just sit and read in peace.
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[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-03-08 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Tannusen was quite often relieved that Trahearne was out of the apartment for most of each day. That meant when he invariably had some terrible nightmare, he didn't have to worry about the sylvari worrying if he heard anything from the tiger's room. He rarely vocalized his distress, but knocking something over or even falling out of bed wasn't unheard of.

Normally, Tannusen just dealt with it in relative peace. He'd get up, make some tea, trawl and maybe troll the network a bit. Then, once his mind had finally cleared from whatever he'd dreamed, he'd consider going back to bed. Sometimes that was so unappealing, he just went out and did shit. Most of his rest on any given day was done in little bursts through-out the whole run of the clock.

It was just how things were. Had always been. The only difference between now and a decade or two ago was most of his initial attempts at sleep happened during the day. A few nights of the week spent at Cassian's house aside, the tiger was on a night schedule for his bar.

Okay, that and he was actually sleeping on a bed, in a room. That was actually... also new.

This was one of the times he fell out of bed.

Well, it was more accurate to say he went lunging out of it at some non-existent target, and then his feet went out from under him, tangled in the blankets. It might've been funny, in a different situation. Had there been any witnesses, he'd have tried to play it off for laughs anyway. But since there was no one here, a choked sob wrenched free of him as he tried to get untangled from the mess of blankets.

Frustration, yes, but also absolute, mind-numbing anguish.

This hadn't been a nightmare he'd shake off with such practiced ease. Not by a long shot. He could still see... could still hear...

He... needed to see Cassian. Needed to know he was really okay, that nothing from the nightmare had taken place in the real world. A phone call wouldn't be enough, not even video would be enough. He needed to get to the priest's house; really make sure he was okay, was still there.

Tannusen had just enough presence of mind to pull on some actual clothes before he left. Just barely. Mostly to avoid the shock of riding through two freezing fucking cities in nothing but a pair of socks and sweatpants. No, he made himself get dressed. Jeans, boots, t-shirt. Didn't even bother with a hair tie or his glasses, he just grabbed his keys and his helmet and left.

And so it was that in the middle of the day, with no warning at all, Jethro could be heard pulling up in front of Cassian's house. The bike's engine stayed idling, oddly enough. And then Tannusen was pounding a fist against the rectory door, sinking to his knees on the stoop as his sanity threatened to fold in on itself all over again. He bowed his head, trying to get a grip on his expression, eyes stinging and vision blurred.

Without realizing he was even doing it, he just kept beating on the damn door.
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[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-03-08 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
The tiger let himself be pulled closer, studying the human's face for a moment despite the tears blurring his vision, looking for... something. Checking for something. And then he buried his own face in Cassian's shoulder. "Cassian," he so rarely used the priest's name, even now. It felt wrong coming out of his mouth after so long avoiding using it. Felt like too much of an odd intimacy that he shouldn't be treading on.

Did that make any real sense? Nope, not a bit, and he knew it. But he could still be fully aware that he was being irrational, not like it, and just... keep right on being irrational.

Much as he tried to seemingly embrace his lunatic nature, it wasn't actually fun being a madman. Especially for someone who valued a sense of control and composure so highly.
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[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-03-09 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't want a drink," Tannusen wasn't easily moved for a moment, but then he allowed himself to be helped up. Hold tight, though? Yes he could do that, and wrapped his arms around Cassian's ribs and shoulders, just... glad the priest was there. Solid. Safe.

"...That's the second time you've called me that," his voice was muffled, face still in the much shorter man's shoulder, neck sharply bowed and shoulders down. The pooka was shaking, he couldn't help it. Heart pounding, tears still flowing, he stepped inside when prompted but he did not let go.
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[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-03-09 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
That hair was a mess, just like Tannusen himself seemed to be right now. Still tangled from sleep, and then a motorcycle helmet had been shoved on and then yanked off in a rush a little while later. It still managed to feel like spun silk, somehow.

He shook his head, holding a little tighter like Cassian would just slip away. "I don't want to let go."

If he let go, he was convinced the human would disappear. Out into some lonely southwestern desert straight out of Tannusen's memories, perhaps. The sagebrush scent of his own usual soap wasn't helping with that fear going through him.
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[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-03-09 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Without pausing to consider what he was doing, Tannusen pulled back. Not away, because he didn't let go, but back. He needed Cassian close. As close as he could get him; he'd drag the priest right into his lap if allowed.

There wasn't an ounce of lewdness to be had, of course. Not like this.

He just wanted... he just needed to be closer somehow. Needed Cassian to be the only thing that was real.
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[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-03-09 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Tannusen would admit only one thing, and that was only to make it clear that it wasn't, say, Ni fucking with him. "...A nightmare."

...

Yep, that sounded trivial as fuck to his own ears.

He had nightmares all the fucking time. He'd probably had plenty of them in this house, by now.

Never like that one. His fingers clenched against Cassian's back, still clinging like he was drowning.

But the tiger rested his head where Cassian placed it, trying to make himself relax, to make the tears stop. Listening to those words helped, maybe more than it should have considering he had no idea what was being said. But, he hadn't been lying when he'd purred into Cassian's ear about loving his voice.

It wasn't just a sexual thing. As caught up in feelings about the man as he was, there likely wasn't a single bit of Cassian that he didn't love.
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[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-03-09 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
Between Cassian's extremely long lifespan and the fact that he had a soul parasite that he only saw in his sleep, Tannusen hadn't exactly been surprised when he'd realized the priest was afflicted with nightmares.

But he was still embarrassed that one, no matter how awful, had him reacting like this. Not just the obvious panic attack going on, but that he'd fled across two towns to have it. Still, he continued to clutch at Cassian like he might vanish.

The ear Cassian brushed against twitched, but there was no complaint to be had. Not with the abundance of touch, and certainly not with the humming. Tannusen had never heard anything like that out of the priest before. He damn near held his breath, he was immediately listening so intently.

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[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-03-13 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)
They had indeed moved in the next day. But until the bed situation was resolved, Tannusen simply found somewhere out of the way and slept in his other form. Since he was getting a bit creaky in the winter for a tiger, it wasn't the best solution, but it worked.

At least he hadn't had a lot of shit to bring into the house, himself. Most of it had been shoving books into Trahearne's new nerd-cave of a room.

The tiger had brought a battered old acoustic guitar case -- had Cassian even known he played? nope, secretive (shy, actually) bastard -- a few changes of clothes, and a single box of odds and ends. Mostly books, stashed wherever he thought the box would be out of the way, like a secret.

Everything else, including most of those famous suits of his, he just stashed for now in Velvet's secret basement. He didn't know how much room there would or wouldn't be, and he refused to take up too much space.

The eternal struggle of someone far more used to being homeless.

In fact, the very act of moving in had sparked up all sorts of annoying struggles inside that crazy brain of his. He woke up, often, his heart pounding, after anxiety nightmares about Cassian changing his mind about the whole thing. The priest wouldn't have been the first person to do so.

Having Tannusen around all the time was...

A challenge.

And oh, he was fully aware of that. So, so aware of that. It didn't stop a damn thing, knowing just made it all into a train wreck he couldn't prevent and couldn't look away from.

When they eventually went to pick out a new bed, of course, Tannusen was his usual trollish, chipper self. Jokes and awful innuendo everywhere, lounging around on display models and driving salespeople up the goddamned wall. It probably made any haggling easier than normal, at least, because everyone just wanted to get the asshole blond to leave.

Only after the new bed was hauled in and set up, and Tannusen had sprawled face-first on it because of course he did, did the tiger actually laugh. Actual laughter, muffled into the mattress, not the fake crap the pooka had been using all day. A subtle difference, but one his two thousand year old boyfriend could most likely pick out. Not many people could, even after knowing him for years.

Funny thing -- funny, get it? -- being crazy didn't stop for convenience.

If he didn't stop laughing into the mattress like a madman he was going to suffocate himself.
Edited 2017-03-13 12:54 (UTC)
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[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-03-13 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Tannusen managed after another full minute or so to stop the... slightly unhinged laughter. Because that's what the real stuff was, more often than not.

He turned his head onto its side so he could breathe properly. And be heard easier. "You ever just get struck by how stupid everything is?"
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[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-03-13 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"There's always something stupid," the blond pointed out, though his tone and expression had gentled a little at Cassian joining him on the bed. "I'm just amused at how many fucking beds I've helped pick out in the last few months."

Trahearne couldn't be trusted to pick one out by himself either, after all.

"Didn't have one at all for most of my life, and now I'm turning into a goddamn expert about them or something. So stupid."
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[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-03-13 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh-huh, and a litter box, I'm sure," he'd heard these jokes before, Cassian. Not new ground, here.

Didn't stop Tannusen from snatching up a pillow and dropping it on the priest's face, though.
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[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-03-13 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Tannusen, of course, just went strangely quiet. He didn't immediately turn head again, though, just kinda... eyed Cassian contemplatively for a moment.

It was only when he thought his expression might get a little too real, that he turned his face back down into the mattress.

Lots of spinning gears going on in that lunatic head of his.
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[personal profile] black_black_heart 2017-03-13 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Cassian was so unbelievably sweet to him, Tannusen had no idea what he'd done to deserve the guy.

(Other than nothing, because he didn't.)

Holy crap but he knew he didn't.

Tannusen did, at least, shift onto his side before answering, doing so without rolling away from Cassian at all and just sort of curling up into that easy embrace, his head ducked down against the other man's chest.

"...Would you collar me?" It was a very hesitant question. "If I asked you to."

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