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[Well. Yes, Cassian. No one can get there. Oddly enough, this is not a video post, though, judging by the harsh rasp of his voice and the vague breathlessness behind it, chances are pretty high that he's gotten sick.

Tis the season]

Won't be open again what till this blasted storm blows over. Dorian, Belle, I better not catch sight of either of ye until the roads are clear.

... And aye, yes we'll be havin' the tits up special at the shop again, cos everythin' has, predictably, gone tits up again.

And it'll be half price on fire startin' spells until the end of winter.

[And with THAT, the feed ends.

As for Cassian, he's more or less a shapeless lump of blankets in bed, wheezing, coughing... and yet still better than he was last year at this time.

Sure he wants to go downstairs for tea and soup. But it's cold out there and he doesn't hate himself that much.

So Tannusen will instead get to hear the dulcet sounds of his fiance's rasping, reedy voice from upstairs-]

TANNUSEN. Get the kettle on and then fill it full of scotch, luv.

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"Because I'll need it later, I'm sure." Look, one doesn't just shrug off two thousand years plus of penny pinching. That shit just doesn't happen. Nor was he in any hurry to do so, burying his face in Tannusen's chest.

"Besides, winter ends."

Tannusen didn't respond with words, just rubbing the priest's back.

Now that Cass didn't get dizzy and see things double when Enchanted, the tiger didn't always ask first. The world shifted, and... definitely warmed, thick blankets turning into thick furs, and a crackling fireplace was clearly audible on the chimerical side of things. The house was no longer an identical -- and faint -- impression of itself.

With a powerful faerie living here for a while now, it had morphed on the other side of reality.

He just barely peeked his head out of the now massive, fluffy, furry blankets to get a look at the room around them.

Oh.

"If I wasn't busy dislodgin' a lung, I'd have to explore."

It was very obviously still based off the physical house, at least. The walls, windows, doors, and ceilings were in the same place. The materials had shifted; bone and treebark and metal; living wood and parchment paper. Most of Cassian's clutter wasn't present on this side, except everything that had truly inspired or garnered attachment from the human. Those things were still here, echoing into the Dreaming.

"It'll all still be there when you're feeling better," Tannusen chuckled, "more or less."

The pooka's usual coat had changed with the weather too, his own monochrome pelt seemingly draped over the top of the moonlight-cloth. There was a reason he didn't act as cold as he ought to in this weather; he wasn't.

The mortal world could only halfway effect him, after all.

"But I'd see it now, if I could." That was just a thick mumble, before he ducked his head back down and buried it in Tannusen's chest again, wrapping his arms around him tightly.

"Tis been too long, since I've seen this half of the world, and I'm too sick to give it a thought." He peered blearily at one of the windows.

"I imagine outside looks beautiful."

"I didn't realize you liked being Enchanted now," Tannusen's voice was, of course, a pleasant, rumbling thrum to someone with their face against his chest. Not the deepest voice by far, but there was always that purring quality to it.

"I'll have to do it more often, it's not like I'm lacking in Glamour." Velvet Lust could top him off without him even being there, at this point.

Tannusen combed gloved fingers through Cassian's hair, the tips of claws left just barely poking out helping to part the thick strands from one another.

"It don't make me sick, and Jethro's twice the sight he usually is when it's this." Look, he'll like it a lot now that he doesn't throw up when it happens.

"Later. I promise. We'll head out when me lungs clear up again." And when his temperature dropped. The fact that he was still freezing was indication enough that it was still holding steady.

Poor guy. Tannusen rubbed his back again, trying to help warm him up somehow despite the fever making that unlikely.

"When it's warm out again I'd like to take you out on Jethro," look, the only times Cassian had ridden the bike-chimera had been while dragging Tannusen out of some shit or other. He hadn't ever gotten to just be on the bike while Tannu controlled it. "I... think I'll be around more. I don't feel like going to Velvet as often now."

Now that so many people had gone.

He understood... He knew so many had left the club after all, he couldn't blame Tannusen for not wanting to envelop himself in old memories like that.

He moved his head, tilting it back to press a kiss to Tannusen's neck.

"Would ye enjoy it more if I went to the bar with ye?"

"Of course," Tannusen relaxed at the neck kiss, shutting his eyes with an actual purr. That happened sometimes, when his chimerical form was showing.

"Everything's better with you involved."

And then, "Do you think hot water would help your fever? Tub's bigger on this side."

Just sayin.

"I don't know. I don't want to overheat the whole damn stupid thing." He was just going to lay here and talk into Tannusen's neck, why not? It was awful comfortable right there, one hand idly stroking through the smooth, blond locks.

The purring kept trying to come back, and Tannusen finally just gave up and let it happen.

Not many people had ever heard that out of him in this form. Or in any form, really.

Enjoy, Cass.

Oh. Good.

This will work.

There's a dim chuckle as the rumbling starts up from the center of the pooka's chest, and he moved to rest a hand against that as well.

"Never heard it from ye like this before."

It was interrupted briefly by an awkward chuckle. "I don't usually relax enough for it where it can be heard."

Because naturally, his human body couldn't do that; you had to be Enchanted or be one of his world's Fae, to hear it.

"Should relax like this more often." Just a thought, he did really, honestly, like hearing that purr.

"Can't wait for summer to come back. Aren't even halfway through winter and I'm sick of it."

Huh. Cassian was a fan of the purr?

"Agreed on all points. Can't even ride Jethro right now without risking frostbite."

What kind of demonic dickhead doesn't like cat purrs?

"He doesn't get cold does he? Ye can bring him in the house if ye like."

Yeah but coming out of your human-shaped fiance? Tannusen chuckled at the suggestion. "He doesn't really get cold, but I prefer having him indoors anyway. I'll bring him in -- he'll be reading all the books, I'm sure. And you can always ask him to Enchant you so he can move around with you in the same room."

"I like that idea... Should bring him in as soon as possible."

Ah, sounded like he was drifting off again, his face hidden again in Tannusen's chest.

And Tannusen was content to let it happen, back to purring and combing the tips of his claws through Cassian's hair.

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