genessia | Forward dated to After The Water Event because something something something

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Forward dated to After The Water Event because something something something

Who: Cassian (Now as one person) and Amberdrake
Where: Attleton, at Drake's office
Why: We've all learned an important life lesson about punching tigers.

So... returning to one body was actually a lot less painful than one would imagine. Rather it sort of happened while both halves were asleep.

The painful part, on top of clashing memories, was the insane amount of physical damage. All of it. Just all the physical damage ever. Is his jaw broken? Shit there's holes in him too holy fuck how did those get there- Oh his ribs were broken again.

... Welp.

There was always Drake, but as Cassian recalled... Drake didn't much care for Everglade. And he really didn't need this to be more trouble than it already was.

Which was why, a good... hour or more later, Amberdrake would get a visitor.

In Attleton.

In a very thick obscuring cloak, not that it'd matter due to the fact that one of them was an empath and the other one was walking around with like more than three broken bones at a time.

Not even a voiced answer to alert or greet him, just a text-

I've cocked some things up

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"Why don't you?" Tannusen asked, "you're the one who's so offended on his behalf. I knew you two would get along, anyway, you're both awkward nerds."

"Because he's a good man and doesn't deserve to have Irish cookin' inflicted on him. I know how my people eat, no one deserves that."

Oh god. "Have you even tried the lawry's I sent, or did it get hucked in the frog pond?"

"I think it might have been sacrificed to the frog pond, mate."

Tannusen chuckled at that, and rubbed his face. "Okay, I'll send potatoes next time."

"Don't send potatoes. Never ever send me a feckin' potato. I will hunt ye down and I'll anchor ye to the bottom of the frog pond if I even get one eye of a potato."

The tiger laughed at that, shaking his head. Too easy. "I'll have to keep that in mind."

Which probably meant Cassian would get a potato at some point. Hey, sometimes he enjoyed getting his ass kicked.

He will pack that potato with rocks and whip it at Tannusen's stupid head, don't sell him short.

There's a loud, disgruntled grumble, the priest sinking into his spot further.

"And you claim you like me," Tannusen teased, "ha, ha."

Nerd.

"I do like ye, I just have a few amendments I want to make to your sense of humor.

Twat."

"See," Tannusen chuckled, "and you'd have missed out on all of this if you hadn't hunted me down."

Aren't you glad you bothered, Cass?

Aren't you?

The tiger sobered back up after a moment, because that was actually kind of depressing when he thought about it. Mh.

There's a grunt and he... just sort of flops against him, his shoulder meeting the other man's solidly, where he remained.

"I'm glad I came."

Tannu glanced over, blinking.

"So... what do you want from me, besides to bask in my endless charm?" he asked quietly, because while his wording was very casual and light, the question really wasn't.

"I have to make a list? Tannusen, if I knew what couples did once they figured out they're a couple, I'd do it right feckin' now. I thought we were doin' it."

Y'know.

Sitting here and talking.

"Should I say long walks on the beach and a candlelit dinner or would ye call me out for a liar before I could finish the request? I found more rooms in the tomb if ye want the real answer, twas.... fun the last time I went in with ye."

"Wait, couple?" Tannusen blinked. "Are we... dating now? Is that even allowed?"

He was only half-kidding. And apparently only one of them had figured out they were a couple!

"I figure that's what's happenin' now. What since we both agreed we've gone and stepped in some feelings here."

I mean he could be wrong, right?

He doesn't know!

That was... really not the expected answer. Tannusen glanced aside at Cassian, then went back to staring down at his hands folded in his lap.

"...Oh."

"Right." Aaand back to silence, the smaller man gently leaning against him once more.

But that brought up a very important question, and Tannusen looked over after a moment. "Does that... mean I get to kiss you?"

Hey, he's never been a boyfriend, before! At least, not without skipping a whole lot of awkward steps and jumping right into screwing.

... That is an important question.

And despite the internal amount of confused screaming going on in Cassian's head, the priest gives a puzzled shrug.

"I ain't never been kissed by anyone other than me mother before, mate. I suppose it's something that couples do though."

Tannusen may very well have been joining in on that internal screaming front. How was that even possible?

"Oh, sure," he heard himself say a bit dimly, "nooo pressure there."

Ha. Ha. Stab him.

Just sitting here in a tiny room. Silently screaming together.

"... Well it can't be that complicated, I mean even drunk folk do it right."

"How is that even possible?" Tannusen finally asked, "I can almost wrap my brain around no one getting you into bed -- fine. Almost. You're obviously not too interested in that, so I can kinda get it. But as old as you are, I'd think even under threat of punching, someone would have at least gotten you to make out with them."

Because come on. Cassian might not be a conventional hotty, but he's not a goddamned leper.

Although... there... probably wasn't much difference between leper and albino for a good chunk of history.

...Well, that was depressing.

But come on, even then.

"I mean it's been attempted a few times, I'm not going to lie to ye, I've made the mistake of bein' drunk in public at the wrong times near the wrong people with the wrong fetishes.

Usually had a good excuse not to though."

Meaning he's probably broken a few noses before.

"Other than that, I can't say I've been on the top of anyone's 'must snog' list, to my knowledge."

"I'm starting to figure out why you like me," Tannusen ran a hand over his own scalp, looking up at the ceiling. God damn. "Pure desperation."

Someone drowning didn't care about all the flaws in the nasty old piece of driftwood they'd managed to latch onto.

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