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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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"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.

Not normal.

But it went unaddressed. If Tannusen didn't want him kissing his face, well. That probably meant something was on there that Tannusen... wasn't too pleased about himself.

Bringing it up could probably start a downward spiral. Therefore-

"Aye then. Won't stop me from touchin' it."

Still a warm hand on his cheek, skirting past his cheekbone.

Tannusen actually had no problem with his face being a mess, wiped-off or otherwise. It was Cassian's sensibilities he was concerned with, at the moment.

And also... yeah. Okay, so who the mess had come from played a part in that, too. Let's not have Cass kissing any of that from that guy, in particular.

But touching was fine, and Tannusen leaned as boldly into the touch as he had before, striped cheek just as smooth -- maybe smoother? -- than the mortal, human body version.

"Kinda want to find something like this in a more... controlled form," Tannusen murmured, "so we can have some actual fun with it." When everything was clean. And also when the inside of his throat didn't still hurt.

Cassian would have been pretty salty about getting anything from a shitty Disney cartoon villain on his face too, that will cause acne, Tannusen.

He could get behind petting him like this more often though, it was twice as nice as petting an actual cat.

"Tis a lot of drugs that cause similar reactions to this, but they tend to do away with whatever is left of your brain after a while."

"So does being a Faerie," Tannusen noted, tangling both hands into Cassian's hair and just enjoying the texture. Coarse and stiff and thick and dry, yes, but always clean, and so very Cassian.

"We can be careful, I'm not suggesting a new hobby."

Just, maybe once or twice. It could be fun, up in their bedroom with a lot less clothing in the way.

"I'm gonna find a way to sound proof the door first I don't care if Trahearne is already aware."

It's the principle of the thing. And it's rude to scream while your housemate is trying to sleep.

"Mmkay," Tannusen literally does not allow himself to dwell on the times he's screamed for very not fun reasons and Trahearne's apparently been able to hear it. Nope. He's aware this drug has him standing right on the precipice of horrible spiraling awfulness, and he's doing a good job so far of leaning away from it. "We can ask the guys I had soundproof upstairs Velvet, if you want."

They'd clearly done damn good work.

And, Tannusen having contracted them to work on his gay dance club, they probably wouldn't be judgmental little shits about two guys wanting a bedroom locked down in the sound department. Nor surprised, with one of the guys being Tannusen.

"Will it cost somethin'?" There you go, a proper distraction from sadness: your boyfriends penny pinching.

"I can make a sound cancellin' charm for feckin free, I ain't payin' no flap jawed towney to wander in here and feel around me house. Wander back into town and yammer on about vampire skulls and voodoo."

"Oh, well if you can do it then that's better," Tannusen agreed readily enough, "they'd have to tear half the room apart. Magic's much more convenient. Too bad I didn't know you when I remodeled the place."

He'd have paid good money for the man's work, of course.

"Aye, less destruction in it too. Glad we agree on it. Thankfully, tisn't anythin' that would have to be plugged in.

Could make it an awful lovely carving on the door actually."

Oh... oh he's actually thinking about it.

... Thinking about it wouldn't have even been a thing a few months ago oh.

Tannusen's going to turn him into quite the -- secretly -- kinky little thing, at this rate. He's not complaining.

"So once the door's soundproofed, are you going to stop covering your mouth with your hands every time I do anything for you?" Tannusen teases, and because he's so suggestible right now one hand slides out of Cass' hair to ghost over the priest's mouth.

His hands are perfectly clean, thanks to those gloves he'd had on.

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