Posted 7 months ago
[Opes. For the crying in the shower meme.] He arrives back at the apartment carrying groceries. As soon as he opens the door he pauses, hearing running water. This is strange. The lights are off and the other should be at work. He feels a phantom stab of pain in his chest, recognizes it, drops the bags and forces his way into the bathroom. Snatches a towel and takes it with him into the shower, not caring about his wet clothes. Wraps it around the other, sitting beside him, rubbing his back.
Anonymous asked

 

detective-phideaux-rex:

"Nnnghh…" The old man grunted weakly. The pain in his heart was indescribable. For hours he had lain there on the floor of the shower… Hours of flying around in a haze of consciousness… 

He was almost certainly on the verge of death when he felt a comforting and familiar presence reach out to him and in his depleted state he did what was only natural… He reached right back.

Through the void a finger of feeling dimly made itself known. A cry of agony, an S.O.S., a whimper in the dark. 

Immediately it was answered.  

He was saved.

"H…lp…" 

Phideaux did as he was told, too weak to argue back like normal.

The sensation was warm and comforting and without realizing it he leaned against Opal completely, unconsciously begging for more. “O…p…l…” 

He breathed as instructed but he was still too weak to move on his own. 

"Cold."

The Caregiver sighed in relief. At least the other was forming complete words now. If he were a larger person he would have simply carried the older male to the couch and wrapped them in blankets. As it was however he concentrated on generating heat with his psionics for the other.

He smiled wryly against the others shoulder.

"Talk to me."

He grumbled and tried to move, feebly trying to cover himself with the towel. “Out… I want want out…”

With that the youth decided he was done being a space-heater, and switched his energy back into the usual tendrils, removing himself from the other and carefully stepping out of the shower.

He grimaced a little now that the extra warmth was gone, and he himself was standing sopping wet in his clothes. He braced himself against the shower frame with one hand, the other lightly gesturing in the air as he slipped the tendrils under the other’s arms and lifted him up to help him stand.

He paused there, studying the others movements to see if Phideaux was strong enough to walk yet.

Posted 7 months ago
Limping down the hallway toward his bedroom, Phideaux undid his tie and slipped it right off, dropping it to the floor. "What a day... Opal's going to have my blue head on a platter..." He was unbuttoning his shirt when he was just passing the guest bathroom when he caught the sound of a whimper and a sob. "Eh?" He knocked on the door when he heard the noise again, "Ope? You in there?" a soft whine. He put his hand on the doorknob and tried to turn it but it was locked. "Open the door, Ope!"
detective-phideaux-rex asked

caregiver-opal:

The response is an anguished wail.

"Go away!"

Phideaux quirked an eyebrow in amusement but said nothing. Truth was, he hadn’t really planned on being out after such a long day of work and then having to deal with that crazy broad who bit his hand. But seeing Opal in such a state, had bothered him and he figured some fresh scenery would help.

Better for things to explode here than his apartment at least.

When the bartender returned with the drinks, he took a hearty swig of his whiskey and cleared his throat,

"Alright, so what’s this about your body an’ everything?"

He paled a little at the sudden prompt. It may have been better not to hurl that bit of information about himself at the other earlier.

"I’m going through withdrawal…" he explained carefully, examining the brown bottle he’d been handed curiously. He could plainly read the words ‘cider’ in various parts of the label, but he’d never seen it packaged like this.

Posted 7 months ago
Limping down the hallway toward his bedroom, Phideaux undid his tie and slipped it right off, dropping it to the floor. "What a day... Opal's going to have my blue head on a platter..." He was unbuttoning his shirt when he was just passing the guest bathroom when he caught the sound of a whimper and a sob. "Eh?" He knocked on the door when he heard the noise again, "Ope? You in there?" a soft whine. He put his hand on the doorknob and tried to turn it but it was locked. "Open the door, Ope!"
detective-phideaux-rex asked

detective-phideaux-rex:

caregiver-opal:

detective-phideaux-rex:

caregiver-opal:

detective-phideaux-rex:

caregiver-opal:

The response is an anguished wail.

"Go away!"

What the hell? 

He leaned on the door frame and folded his arms. “Why? What’s goin’ on?”

He hurls a soap bottle at the door in frustration.

Everything! I have no Bond! My body hates me right now! As far as I know everybody I ever knew is dead! I keep asking myself what was the point of my training?! I’m here and I have all this ability and I’m useless!…And to top it all off, the one constant I’ve got left can’t even come home at a decent hour!” 

Rex blinked, his face screwed up in distaste. Absentmindedly, he flexed his left hand which was bandaged from the bite wound that that rabid woman gave him at that bar.

He stuck it back in his pocket and pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

"Alright. Alright, I’m giving you two minutes; if you’re not out and dressed by then, then you’re not coming with me, got it? Two minutes."

Walking into his room he started changing into cleaner clothes.

Opal paused from his curled position seated on the shower floor, taking a second to process the other’s words. They were going out? He debated with himself, feeling a little foolish for his outburst. 

He wasn’t entirely sure if it was a good idea to go anywhere…His bodily chemistry was all off-kilter and there could be…accidents. On the other hand, he’d be giving up spending time with the Detective, in some activity that likely didn’t involve casework or domestic errands.

The younger scrubbed himself vigorously with a towel to dry off and then bolted down the hall to his bedroom with it wrapped around his waist. Less than a minute later he came back out, wearing a denim jean and vest combo with a hot pink undershirt underneath. 

He went to the apartment’s entrance to wait, slipping on a simple pair of black and white converse and carefully doing up the rainbow-hued shoelaces.

Keeping his bandaged hand in the pocket of his muted black coat, Phideaux exited his bedroom in a simple gray t-shirt and a dark pair of jeans and met him at the entrance. 

Quickly he gave his room mate a quick glance his appearance and then nodded. “Let’s go then.”

Twenty minutes later found them both sitting at the bar or a nearly empty swing club, but since it was a slow night, only a small band played as some guests sat at their tables and relaxed after their days of stressful work. 

At this moment a saxophonists was playing, his instrument gleaming gold from the spot lights as his band members kept the smooth and low beat.

When the bartender came over, Phideaux held up four fingers and said, “Wild Turkey American Honey, neat.” 

And then turned to look at the alien in his twenties, “What’ll you be havin’?”

Opal stared at the man, baffled by all the different bottles behind the bar filled with liquids. He could read them but he didn’t grasp the concept of what random names combined with pictures of various animals and colors meant, or the different shapes of the containers.

"You don’t have juice do you? Something with fruit?"

The bartender paused at the youth’s query and then laughed.

"It’s all juice, son. Some of it just packs more of a punch….You look like a bit of a lightweight." the man said, examining the others small form.

"I’ve got some cider and lemonade, if you like."

Opal brightened a little at that. He’d had spiced cider during the cooler months and enjoyed it.

"Cider please."

Posted 7 months ago
[Opes. For the crying in the shower meme.] He arrives back at the apartment carrying groceries. As soon as he opens the door he pauses, hearing running water. This is strange. The lights are off and the other should be at work. He feels a phantom stab of pain in his chest, recognizes it, drops the bags and forces his way into the bathroom. Snatches a towel and takes it with him into the shower, not caring about his wet clothes. Wraps it around the other, sitting beside him, rubbing his back.
Anonymous asked

 

detective-phideaux-rex:

"Nnnghh…" The old man grunted weakly. The pain in his heart was indescribable. For hours he had lain there on the floor of the shower… Hours of flying around in a haze of consciousness… 

He was almost certainly on the verge of death when he felt a comforting and familiar presence reach out to him and in his depleted state he did what was only natural… He reached right back.

Through the void a finger of feeling dimly made itself known. A cry of agony, an S.O.S., a whimper in the dark. 

Immediately it was answered.  

He was saved.

"H…lp…" 

"Don’t move." the Caregiver’s voice is firm, but almost motherly.

"You need to calm down first."

He’s rubbing the fingers of one hand in circles over the space the other’s heart resides, trying to focus in on Phideaux’s pain with his empathy. As he does so he notices a puckered scar on the Detective’s right pectoral. He brushes it curiously, examining it and hoping it’s not the cause of the other’s pain.

Very carefully, he pushes some of his energy through his fingertips. The psionics turn transparent, sinking through the other’s skin and bones like some kind of ghostly aura. He uses it to lightly massage the chambered muscle inside, to soothe it’s erratic movements. 

He leans in near the other’s ear as he works.

"Namaste. Breathe for me, Fih-Duu."

Phideaux did as he was told, too weak to argue back like normal.

The sensation was warm and comforting and without realizing it he leaned against Opal completely, unconsciously begging for more. “O…p…l…” 

He breathed as instructed but he was still too weak to move on his own. 

"Cold."

The Caregiver sighed in relief. At least the other was forming complete words now. If he were a larger person he would have simply carried the older male to the couch and wrapped them in blankets. As it was however he concentrated on generating heat with his psionics for the other.

He smiled wryly against the others shoulder.

"Talk to me."

Posted 8 months ago

mineralists:

Cute pink and blue drusy cab

Posted 8 months ago
[Opes. For the crying in the shower meme.] He arrives back at the apartment carrying groceries. As soon as he opens the door he pauses, hearing running water. This is strange. The lights are off and the other should be at work. He feels a phantom stab of pain in his chest, recognizes it, drops the bags and forces his way into the bathroom. Snatches a towel and takes it with him into the shower, not caring about his wet clothes. Wraps it around the other, sitting beside him, rubbing his back.
Anonymous asked

detective-phideaux-rex:

caregiver-opal:

detective-phideaux-rex:

caregiver-opal:

detective-phideaux-rex:

"Nnnghh…" The old man grunted weakly. The pain in his heart was indescribable. For hours he had lain there on the floor of the shower… Hours of flying around in a haze of consciousness… 

He was almost certainly on the verge of death when he felt a comforting and familiar presence reach out to him and in his depleted state he did what was only natural… He reached right back.

Through the void a finger of feeling dimly made itself known. A cry of agony, an S.O.S., a whimper in the dark. 

Immediately it was answered.  

He was saved.

"H…lp…" 

Opal crawled around to face the other, quickly switching off the water, which by this point was ice cold. He touched his forehead to the others and focused a bit of energy into his palms, trying to rub some warmth back into Phideaux’s chest.

It does a little good. The older alien twitches slightly and his gray eyes lulled a bit open. 

Once the blurry image refocused as his roommate he close his eyes in relief. “O..l…”

He lassoes a fresh towel with a tendril, peeling the wet one off and tossing it behind him. Wrapping the dry one tightly around the other, he holds the other securely in his arms and rests his chin on Phideaux’s shoulder. With that, he takes a deep breath and concentrates his energy into his body, a lavender outline bursting to life like a flame around his form. 

He sits like this, clinging to the other, trying to generate heat for the older male. While he’s doing that, he reaches out tentatively with his mind and does his best to radiate calm and comfort at the other, though he isn’t sure it will do much good…He still isn’t sure if children of the Unbonded can form Connection.

He shifted in Opal’s hold but says nothing, only leaning against the comforting presence, his chest still in pain. “Hnnn…”

Weakily, he tried to move, tried to get up but he grunted anyway. “Enh…”

"Don’t move." the Caregiver’s voice is firm, but almost motherly.

"You need to calm down first."

He’s rubbing the fingers of one hand in circles over the space the other’s heart resides, trying to focus in on Phideaux’s pain with his empathy. As he does so he notices a puckered scar on the Detective’s right pectoral. He brushes it curiously, examining it and hoping it’s not the cause of the other’s pain.

Very carefully, he pushes some of his energy through his fingertips. The psionics turn transparent, sinking through the other’s skin and bones like some kind of ghostly aura. He uses it to lightly massage the chambered muscle inside, to soothe it’s erratic movements. 

He leans in near the other’s ear as he works.

"Namaste. Breathe for me, Fih-Duu."

Posted 8 months ago
Limping down the hallway toward his bedroom, Phideaux undid his tie and slipped it right off, dropping it to the floor. "What a day... Opal's going to have my blue head on a platter..." He was unbuttoning his shirt when he was just passing the guest bathroom when he caught the sound of a whimper and a sob. "Eh?" He knocked on the door when he heard the noise again, "Ope? You in there?" a soft whine. He put his hand on the doorknob and tried to turn it but it was locked. "Open the door, Ope!"
detective-phideaux-rex asked

detective-phideaux-rex:

caregiver-opal:

detective-phideaux-rex:

caregiver-opal:

The response is an anguished wail.

"Go away!"

What the hell? 

He leaned on the door frame and folded his arms. “Why? What’s goin’ on?”

He hurls a soap bottle at the door in frustration.

Everything! I have no Bond! My body hates me right now! As far as I know everybody I ever knew is dead! I keep asking myself what was the point of my training?! I’m here and I have all this ability and I’m useless!…And to top it all off, the one constant I’ve got left can’t even come home at a decent hour!” 

Rex blinked, his face screwed up in distaste. Absentmindedly, he flexed his left hand which was bandaged from the bite wound that that rabid woman gave him at that bar.

He stuck it back in his pocket and pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

"Alright. Alright, I’m giving you two minutes; if you’re not out and dressed by then, then you’re not coming with me, got it? Two minutes."

Walking into his room he started changing into cleaner clothes.

Opal paused from his curled position seated on the shower floor, taking a second to process the other’s words. They were going out? He debated with himself, feeling a little foolish for his outburst. 

He wasn’t entirely sure if it was a good idea to go anywhere…His bodily chemistry was all off-kilter and there could be…accidents. On the other hand, he’d be giving up spending time with the Detective, in some activity that likely didn’t involve casework or domestic errands.

The younger scrubbed himself vigorously with a towel to dry off and then bolted down the hall to his bedroom with it wrapped around his waist. Less than a minute later he came back out, wearing a denim jean and vest combo with a hot pink undershirt underneath. 

He went to the apartment’s entrance to wait, slipping on a simple pair of black and white converse and carefully doing up the rainbow-hued shoelaces.

Posted 8 months ago
Limping down the hallway toward his bedroom, Phideaux undid his tie and slipped it right off, dropping it to the floor. "What a day... Opal's going to have my blue head on a platter..." He was unbuttoning his shirt when he was just passing the guest bathroom when he caught the sound of a whimper and a sob. "Eh?" He knocked on the door when he heard the noise again, "Ope? You in there?" a soft whine. He put his hand on the doorknob and tried to turn it but it was locked. "Open the door, Ope!"
detective-phideaux-rex asked

detective-phideaux-rex:

caregiver-opal:

The response is an anguished wail.

"Go away!"

What the hell? 

He leaned on the door frame and folded his arms. “Why? What’s goin’ on?”

He hurls a soap bottle at the door in frustration.

Everything! I have no Bond! My body hates me right now! As far as I know everybody I ever knew is dead! I keep asking myself what was the point of my training?! I’m here and I have all this ability and I’m useless!…And to top it all off, the one constant I’ve got left can’t even come home at a decent hour!” 

Posted 8 months ago
[Opes. For the crying in the shower meme.] He arrives back at the apartment carrying groceries. As soon as he opens the door he pauses, hearing running water. This is strange. The lights are off and the other should be at work. He feels a phantom stab of pain in his chest, recognizes it, drops the bags and forces his way into the bathroom. Snatches a towel and takes it with him into the shower, not caring about his wet clothes. Wraps it around the other, sitting beside him, rubbing his back.
Anonymous asked

detective-phideaux-rex:

caregiver-opal:

detective-phideaux-rex:

"Nnnghh…" The old man grunted weakly. The pain in his heart was indescribable. For hours he had lain there on the floor of the shower… Hours of flying around in a haze of consciousness… 

He was almost certainly on the verge of death when he felt a comforting and familiar presence reach out to him and in his depleted state he did what was only natural… He reached right back.

Through the void a finger of feeling dimly made itself known. A cry of agony, an S.O.S., a whimper in the dark. 

Immediately it was answered.  

He was saved.

"H…lp…" 

Opal crawled around to face the other, quickly switching off the water, which by this point was ice cold. He touched his forehead to the others and focused a bit of energy into his palms, trying to rub some warmth back into Phideaux’s chest.

It does a little good. The older alien twitches slightly and his gray eyes lulled a bit open. 

Once the blurry image refocused as his roommate he close his eyes in relief. “O..l…”

He lassoes a fresh towel with a tendril, peeling the wet one off and tossing it behind him. Wrapping the dry one tightly around the other, he holds the other securely in his arms and rests his chin on Phideaux’s shoulder. With that, he takes a deep breath and concentrates his energy into his body, a lavender outline bursting to life like a flame around his form. 

He sits like this, clinging to the other, trying to generate heat for the older male. While he’s doing that, he reaches out tentatively with his mind and does his best to radiate calm and comfort at the other, though he isn’t sure it will do much good…He still isn’t sure if children of the Unbonded can form Connection.

Posted 8 months ago

Two Ragged Soldiers

 

Nemada grinned ferally to himself, his back to the other as he moved down the metal rail walkway with Brinda in tow.

"But it finds the shark his dinner…" The remark was said lowly and more to himself than anyone else.

"We’re going to have breakfast of course! Earth-version nautnen!" he changed his tone to something loud and boisterous, waving an arm over his head in enthusiasm. Then he changed it into a dismissive gesture at the last question.

"Just my private work." 

Rex eyed him suspiciously, not liking this guy’s slinky behavior.  

There was just something about him that just… irked the detective… 

He also didn’t fail to notice Opal’s silence. “What’s gotten into you?” 

Opal startled a bit at the question, having been lost in thought.

"Nothing, really. I just have a lot on my mind right now…"

Nemada finally brought them all to what looked to be a private kitchen off to the side of the main crew area. It had sort of a nautical theme, paneling making it look like the inside of a seafaring ship. There was an island counter with wooden barrels converted into seats.

He gestured for his two blue guests to sit and released Brinda’s hand, going off to rummage in the prep area for the ingredients and tools. The assistant stood at attention by the archway door to the adjacent room, watching his movements for any sign that he needed her.

A few banging and clattering noises sounded as he went digging, and he called back to the others.

"Closest substitute for nehrikdan that I’ve found here is octopus! The texture is a bit different but it tastes about the same!"

(Source: caregiver-opal)