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[Video/Action | OPEN] you know I give my love a f-f-four letter na-na-name

xxxxx[VIDEO]

[ The camera is shaky, held in an unsteady hand. It catches the entrance of the Cirque du Vrai, briefly, then there's Tannusen. He's... against a wall? The camera's too close to see that he's sitting on the ground, but the angle suggests it. Skull mask pulled free of his head... glazed-eyed and trying to catch his breath. Blood on his lips, dotting down the side of his throat to the black robes that had been a costume. ]

Cass...

[ Couldn't be more obvious of an accidental public broadcast. He's trying to send this in private, but he can't see his fucking screen-- ]

I'm not... safe...

[ Labored breathing only picks up, like something's trying to throw him into a panic. Ramping up his heart-rate, whether he likes it or not. He definitely does not, right now. ]

Jethro... can... Enchant you... get...

[ Get him out here to the tiger faster, and help get Tannusen back to safety. ]

Haaa...

[ Nope, not doing great. His head lolls against the wall behind it, rolling on a neck that's slowly starting to not hold it up. He's visibly fighting to stay conscious, glazed eyes barely open. Then the feed clicks off. ]

xxxxx[ACTION]

Tannusen's sitting back against a wall somewhere near the entrance to the Cirque du Vrai, not doing well, as the video above suggests. He's hung up the phone, maybe on purpose and maybe not. Shallow, quick breathing, dilated pupils, fighting to stay somewhere in the middle of the unconsciousness that drags temptingly at him from one side, and the panic attack that's trying to set in from the other.

(( OOC: Cassian Lynch is going to show up to help him, so he's not going to willingly go anywhere, and he may react... poorly, to anyone else. This prompt's just here in case anyone wants that CR flavor! ))

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Tannusen once again allowed himself to ride 'bitch' on his own motorcycle... chimera. He really didn't mind, considering, and just draped his arms around Cassian's waist and buried his face against the back of his neck, focused on breathing and staying conscious.

His love's scent helped with the panic, at least. As a giant cat wearing human skin, scent was extra important to the pooka.

And Cassian never once tried to shake him off. He wasn't comfortable enough on the bike to play with Tannusen's hair or touch his face, but his hand never did leave his leg, the only thing really indicating the priest's concern being the power behind the grip.

At home, Tannusen was quickly helped off the bike and ushered inside, placed on a couch downstairs rather than trying to haul the drugged cat up them. Less potential damage that way. Drugs, lets see. If he didn't know the drug he couldn't use a herb or a potion on it, it had to be matched up exactly-

"Symptoms, Tannusen. What are they? Whatever ye can tell me, spit it out now, I need to match it up with what I've got."

Tannusen does his very best to cooperate, even curling up on the couch when he's hauled there. Too tall to really stretch out on it, but he doesn't want to get comfortable and fall unconscious anyway.

"...Heart rate," meaning it was up higher than normal, obviously. "Lethargy..." at the same time?! Well... "...that's... probably more my crazy than the drug..."

He had a point, there.

God when had this couch gotten so soft?! He caught himself rubbing the side of his face on it, like he might in his other form.

"Don't think drug is... too dangerous," it was actually turning halfway pleasant, now that he was safe. His eyes were starting to focus again, finally. "Location wasn't safe."

Aaaaand then he stared at Cassian for a moment with wide eyes, as though surprised to see him.

Well a lot of drugs caused palpitations and increased heart rate. Lethargy wasn't too surprising to an extent if it was shock but-

Cassian swept back into the room with a cold glass of water, handing it over.

"Drink all of it, it's just water. It'll help dilute things a bit, clear your head."

Damn straight the location wasn't safe. He reached out to try and touch the pooka's face, smoothing away strands of hair and peering back at him, trying to get a good look at his pupils.

"Pupil's almost takin' up your whole feckin' eye." His tone was still even and careful.

"What are ye feelin'? Anythin' else?"

"Your fingers are really soft and warm," more than usual. Tannusen obeyed Cassian's request with the water, however. Even if it seemed... stupidly cold. Wow, what was going on here?

"Everything's really... intense."

Still staring at the priest like an owl, too. The black sclera visible to the Enchanted priest can't be helping much, either.

But now, he's on a mission, and he starts pulling off his gloves -- he never does that, on the chimerical side of things.

Yeah. That's... new. But at the very least, most of the more potent and lethal poisons Cassian was aware of didn't cause things to feel nicer. Maybe someone had doped the tiger up with a more recreational drug.

"Aye then, seems to be a psychoactive drug then..." No nausea, though it was clear Tannusen was off balance, no shaking or vomiting or headaches. Didn't appear to be the usual date rape concoction.

He couldn't imagine anyone thinking Tannusen wasn't ever having enough fun that he required a shot of LSD though.

"Just relax then. Finish the water, try and take a nap. I won't be leavin' the room."

Tannusen finally got his gloves off and snagged Cassian, instead. Somehow. His arm, his waist, wherever he could reach.

And then he attempted to haul the smaller man right onto the couch with him.

... WELP.

Up he went, with a surprised yelp and... well if this was what Tannusen wanted-

"Oi!"

That's not gonna stop him from being surprised, but when he does make it up with Tannusen, there's a sharp sigh and he just... drapes an arm over him.

"Ye want me to lay with ye, just ask, I ain't sayin' no." Drugs, though. Right.

NO REASON TO BE ROOD ABOUT IT THO, TANNUSEN.

"'M sorry," came the mumble, though it wasn't, at least, from a Tannusen currently wallowing in the murk of sadness. Nope, he was just real distracted.

Running his bare hands... everywhere.

He wasn't even being lewd about it!

Even that coarse, thick head of hair felt different.

"This is slightly amazing."

Just saying. Now that he was somewhere safe, it was all turning out to be quite pleasant. And Szel couldn't even hear the compliment, what a bonus!

Good thing too. Szel was sort of hoping for a miserable hallucinogenic trip full of hyper sensitivity and terror. This was sort of the fucking opposite.

"Someone must have dosed ye with some kind of club related drug." Hey, he was two thousand years old, not from two thousand years ago. He knew about chemicals he lived through the sixties, thanks.

"Could be worse, could be out humpin' a tree in the nude I suppose."

"I would never," Tannusen laughed breathlessly, sliding his hands all over Cassian's face. Personal space, what was that? Non-existent, at the moment. He was at risk of knocking those glasses right off, even.

His fingertips would feel weird to Cassian, undoubtedly. There was a reason he kept the gloves on, on the Fae side of things.

"Okay, I would, but only because he's so damn into it."

Was he fucking Trahearne?!

It's okay, at this point Cassian was more than just used to the no personal space thing. After a moment he even helpfully removed his glasses and set them aside, giving Tannusen all the access to that awesome naked face skin as he could want.

Weird, definitely but hey, Tannusen was doing better so he didn't care if the man felt like a frog person on the fae side.

"Don't ye come cryin' to me if he gives ye a splinter in your willy, Tannusen."

There were slits at the tips of his fingers. Freaky looking things, those were, and weirdly... hard? But the pads of his fingertips were normal, and while a slit may sometimes brush against the side of Cassian's nose or over his brow, most of the contact felt normal.

The claws he sometimes extended out in this form had to come from somewhere, after all.

"I probably wouldn't feel it anyway." Okay, so he's still a little bitter about an earlier thought. The scarring he had in one spot on that 'willy' was numb. Dead, as far as usefulness went.

"But Telsen's pretty smooth, so I think it's safe."

Too much information, Tannusen.

"Thanks for the update on yer tree fuckin', Tannusen."

LOOK HE DOESN'T CARE THAT YOU GO OUT AND HAVE SEX.

HE JUST DOESN'T NEED INTIMATE DETAILS.

ASSHOLE.

Still, he smooths his hand over Tannusen's brow and across his cheek, watching those strange, inverted eyes carefully for any changes.

"Least ye seem to be doin' alright..."

"You're welcome, you gorgeous bastard," Tannusen knew that was sarcasm and he DIDN'T CARE.

Don't make him draw you a diagram of sylvari body parts, Cass. He could probably do it, at this point.

Do NOT.

There's a grumble, and he rests his head on Tannusen's chest. Half to hear his heartbeat, just to make sure it was still even and perhaps slowing down to a more acceptable pace... And half because it felt nice, okay?

This was very comfortable.

"Still high as a kite, are ye?"

"Super high," Tannusen confirmed, "pretty susceptible to anything that messes with my brain at this point, if it's not something I can willpower out of..."

He'd mentioned that before, in regards to Kani's attempt to control him that one time.

Seemed it applied to drugs, too.

That heartbeat was actually pretty close to normal; no panic currently rearing its ugly head to drum it up.

At least the heartbeat was normal. Seems the return to more comfortable surroundings eased the actual trip, and that wasn't really surprising to Cassian.

Nothing really left to do now other than let the drug wear off on its own and guide Tannusen through it.

"Speak up if anythin' starts to get comfortable, will ye? I don't want it turnin' sour." Even Tannusen slipping into a bad head space here could spell the beginnings of a drug fueled panic attack.

And that would be so, so easily done; Tannusen slipped in and out of bad headspaces nearly constantly, on any given day. Usually, he didn't even skip a beat.

He lifted his head to press a kiss to the top of Cassian's, awkward at this angle.

"I'm torn between wanting to try to climb under your clothes," he admitted breathlessly, "and wanting to just nap here. But then I'll miss all the fun."

"Gotta wait till ye can scale the stairs for that, Tannusen, ain't no privacy in the livin' room." They share the house after all and he doesn't want Trahearne to come downstairs and find them in a compromising position.

Privacy, Tannusen.

"Darling, for you I'd crawl up the stairs by inches. You need only say the word."

And he meant it, too. Such a difference, how he acted with Cassian, versus with anyone else.

"Crawlin' up the stairs like that, you'll hurt yourself. Nae, stay on the couch. Besides."

He cuddled in comfortably, dragging his thumb over Tannusen's cheek again.

"I'm too comfortable to move now."

"Mmh..."

It was comfortable, wasn't it? Even if the couch wasn't exactly... a good size for the six-foot-two pooka to lay on with any degree of straightening his limbs out.

No complaints though, it was so damn soft, and he had a Cassian, and Cassian was touching his face and it was great. He leaned right into that little caress, showing none of the usual hesitance.

And Cassian moved up a bit to press a kiss to Tannusen's cheek because honestly? If all sensations were as ramped up as they seemed to be, a kiss seemed to be the best thing to give.

It was, after all, rather important that the pooka remain in good spirits and stay comfortable until the high was over.

Cassian sure had no issue with keeping up to that task.

Tannusen... actually, for once, turned his head away from the kiss before Cassian could make contact.

"There's... stuff on my face."

Yep, 'stuff'. Stuff he's well aware the priest won't want near his mouth.

Same reason he won't dare kiss the man like he so desperately wants to, either. Even after that glass of water.

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