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WHO: Cassian and Sanzo in one, Cassian and Amberdrake in another
WHAT: DINNER TIME and A brief material run
WHEN: Shortly after Christmas, before the shops in Fayren close.
WHERE: Everglade and Fayren
WARNINGS: Gore, violence, mentions of cannibalism

4 SANZO
He'd gone too long. He knew he'd over extended himself, the gift he got from Tannusen could only last so long. Wheezing, stiff, the faint sound of flutes beginning to sound in the back of his mind, tonight had to be the night. He wasn't going to risk it all again, he couldn't. He couldn't keep relying on someone else here to patch him up every time he fell into shit.

He was a grown man. He could take care of this.

As it had been for two thousand years, the hunt was on. As it had been for two thousand years, the iron dagger found its mark, the husk soulless yes, but oh how they screamed like any real living thing would. Once, perhaps, he would have shrunk away from the sound. A long time ago, he'd be frantic to silence them, clumsily slashing at vocal cords and sobbing in fear and horror-

He knew how to work now, and the screaming was quickly silenced to pathetic, wet gurgling as the cloaked man snapped ribs with ease, feeling the rippling sensation of that thing pulsing in the back of his head, feeding his meager strength. Peeling the membrane off the heart. Sinking his teeth in and silencing the husk forever.

Blood everywhere. It stank of it, but the pain in his body and his lungs faded with every bite, even if it couldn't fully sate the beast. Just another bandaid.

But for now, it would do.
4 Amberdrake

Of course, Everglade wouldn't have the materials he needed. No one would stock in the type of silver he required, and he didn't even ask any shops there. Seemed like a good way to get a lot of unwanted attention. So, wrapped up in fleece and wool, cranky and miserable and cold, headed for Fayren.

They'd have what he needed, or at least part of it. He could always return home and finish blessing it all later. He had some energy in his step now, so the little man was going to be quite the obnoxious terror in Fayren, picky and fussy with everything he picked up, viciously haggling every single object down.

"I'll only be takin' pure silver, and not anything else. I don't want any steel or nickle in any of this- What else is in this mirror? Oi! Tis a real question, does it look like I'm foolin' with ye?"

Yeah. Not a good day for Fayren.

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"... Yes." WELP.

"Directly."

W.E.L.P.

"You're welcome to put it to the test anytime," Tannusen purred, still amused. He was pretty sure this was some weird game of chicken the priest was playing with him, though he wasn't sure why. Tannu barely knew Cassian, but even he thought the guy was acting weird today.

"So what is it, anyway? Horrible concussion? Bad batch of sacramental wine?"

Huge silent emotional crisis after getting his ass kicked and watching his new mortal forever enemy get carried away by someone who loves him to a warm bed to be loved and cared for all night.

That's not something he's going to say, of course.

"Oxygen deprivation, I assume." UGH.

"Ye will stay, won't ye?"

"Yes, yes," Tannusen dropped his hand finally, but only because the joke had passed, "I'll even climb into your bed, if you want. To sleep."

The expression didn't change, but the hard look in his eye faded slowly. Back to exhaustion.

But there was warmth in there.

It was a lie, he figured. The fae might crawl into bed with him, but not out of any sort of real emotion.

But for now... it was better than nothing at all, wasn't it?

"Tisn't big enough for two."

"What, is it some miserable little army cot?" Tannusen chose to ignore the warmth, focusing on the exhaustion instead. Hm. Maybe he should let the poor bastard go to bed already. Humans were so feeble sometimes, even two-thousand year old ones.

"Tis a proper bed, just a single." Wasn't ever supposed to have two people sleeping in the same room here.

"Guest room is bigger of course." With a groan, he moved to get up, wheezing again as the newly repaired and splinted bones tugged, and the newly healed muscle complained.

"Wouldn't fit both of us in it unless ye can turn into a housecat."

Tannusen moved his legs out of the way with an elegant twist, his boots hitting the floor. "Well then why not use the guest room?" Seemed like a simple enough solution to him. "Either way I don't care."

"Fine." He began to head for the stairs, shrugging off his coat and dropping it on the head of the banister.

"Plenty of room there. Shouldn't be an issue."

"I don't care if you end up cuddled up to me," Tannusen laughed, scooping his glove up off the floor where it had dropped in his haste to get out of the priest's way. He slipped it back on as he followed after Cassian. "It doesn't bother me to be a surrogate for... whatever the hell this is."

Because Tannusen was a really smart fucking cookie, and this wasn't that hard to figure out. Though he did add a disclaimer, "At the moment."

Tannusen was a majestic fucking tiger, not a teddy bear.

"Well I don't expect to see ye here every night now." He was sure this feeling would be dead come dawn. Wake up, breathe in some reality, go curse at the frogs and move on with life.

"Tis only tonight and if I call ye for it again, assume I've gotten into the bourbon."

The room was nice enough, not as cluttered as the rest of the house, and the bed decently sized, queen by the looks of it. Thick comforter, down pillows, very comfortable.

"I need to change, do what ye please. I'll be back in a moment."

Why'd this guy have this in the guest room when he was sleeping on a single? Was he expecting to have couples over? Tannusen spent a moment just being amused at that, and at himself for getting into this idiotic situation.

Then he picked a side and sat down to take his boots off. May as well, if he was staying. Boots, glasses, hair tie, and suit jacket all came off, folded and stacked neatly together out of the way. That left him in his socks, suit pants, dress shirt, waistcoat, tie, and gloves.

Amusing as it might be to strip down naked and lounge around on the bed, he really wasn't the sort to hit on someone who was so clearly out-of-sorts.

It was a fact which, quite honestly, annoyed Tannusen to no end!

Tough tits, Tannu. In less than five minutes he's back again. Looks like someone hasn't really updated their pajama wardrobe since the fifties because that sure as hell are striped silk pajama tops and bottoms don't say a word.

He doesn't care.

Glasses off and clumsily dropped on the nightstand near the bed, looked like reading wasn't going to happen, before he clambered into bed, another uncomfortable sounding wheeze squeezed from his aching chest. For once, though, he'd tied his hair back. Honestly, perhaps strangely, it made him look younger, along with the lack of glasses, lighter. Maybe it was just the exhaustion related silence though.

Light off, looked like it'd be a soundless fall to slee-

Well it is but without warning, nor explanation, he'd... pressed his back against him. Nothing more, no real cuddling.

... But the contact appeared soothing.

Tannusen's sigh at himself was felt more than heard, and it seemed like that would be all there was to it. Then he shifted in place, rolling over to -- yep -- spoon the dumb sad sack of a priest, throwing a leg over Cassian's for good measure and one arm over his waist.

He said not a single word.

He will never tell anyone about this unless you give him a reason.

Otherwise, the stiff form actually loosens a bit.

It isn't perfect, but he didn't expect perfect. He didn't even expect it to be in the general ballpark of correct.

... But the sensation was there. And right now, it was all he could ask for.

"... Thank ye."

"Just go to sleep," Tannusen grumbled.

And it wasn't Tannusen's fault that their positioning and Cassian's hair being up meant his breath went right across the back of the priest's neck. But he wasn't being lewd, that much should be more than obvious in their current positioning.

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Probably not what Sanzo was experiencing back at home.

Second rate was better than zero!

He didn't answer, but never really actually tensed up again. Sleep wasn't usually something that came easily to the priest but, at long last, he did finally nod away.

Tannusen remained awake a while, eyes shut, just kicking himself repeatedly in his mind. He was usually more... nocturnal, but he also didn't usually lay in beds. So eventually the latter did win, and he dozed off into a fitful, extended nap.

Don't worry, just because he doesn't get to sleep fast doesn't mean he sleeps for a long time.

No, there was movement at the very crack of dawn, the frogs in the frog pond sending up a chorus of FECKS into the beautiful morning sky. Cassian was stirring, feeling the warmth of a body resting comfortably against his back, the weight soothing.

It felt... nice. He couldn't remember waking up and feeling this relaxed. Tannu had held his end of the request. So.

"... Alright that's enough of this crap, get off the bed before I kick ye off."

Tannu was pretty easy to snap awake. The frogs did it, honestly, but he stayed where he was until the clearly-repressed catholic spoke up. He snorted, a final warm puff of air against Cassian's neck, and then the fae rolled away and off the bed in one smooth motion like he'd done it a thousand times.

Clearly deeply repressed, he'd snagged a bathrobe, wrapped it tightly enough around himself to possibly kill him or break his ribs for the second time, and started for the bathroom.

Then slowed, stopped, and looked back.

"... Bacon and sausage in the refrigerator. Eggs and milk too. In case you're interested."

Tannu was already lacing up his boots by the time that registered, and he paused mid-lace, holding the strings like a garrote. Something else he'd done for a living, before. The garrote bit, not breakfast.

Had he just been asked to stay? Really?

He finished lacing up his boots -- combat boots, not exactly what most people wore with their white suits -- and pulled the bottom of his slightly wrinkled suit pants down over the tops of them to hide most of what they were. He pulled on his jacket, tied up his hair, and replaced his glasses on his nose.

And then he stood outside the bathroom door, as silent as a shadow, arms folded.

There is no steam coming out of that door. Not even a little bit. Lots of shower sounds though, tons of that, scads of that. But no steam. And it lasts a long time. He's in there a while.

When he does come out, he's vaguely grayish, lips a faint blue, jamming his glasses back on his face stubbornly with a shaking hand and almost running face first into Tannu's chest.

Well.

"... Well there ain't no bacon in there, I can tell you that."

"Well, no, you went and froze it all," Tannusen smirked, and stepped out of the way smoothly. "Do you always turn yourself into an ice-pop in the morning, or do I just have that effect."

Watch and be amazed, as this man makes direct eye contact and says, with no hint of stammer, hesitation or consideration:

"It's stimulatin'. Wakes ye up in the mornin', I do it daily."