if you bed it, he will come

[pneumo]

Who: Sascha & ANYONE
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Everywhere beds lie
When: June

[ Sascha has Learned His Lesson.

One doesn't simply hop into someone's bed while their sleeping and/or naked, because the results in getting kicked in the face. And yelled at a whole lot. No...what one should do is knock first!

...And then hop into their bed while they're asleep.

Lesson. Totally. Learned.

But really let's face it, this guy is an idiot and he most certainly is going to meander around over the course of the month and find those nice, comfy warm beds of yours, Fleeters. SO TRY NOT TO SMACK HIM TOO HARD, he could become even more dumb if you do.

At least he does this with the best intentions right? ]


[ ooc; THIS IS FOR EVERYONE WHO WANTED SASCHA IN THEIR BEDS. Or anyone who wants him in their bed now. They can be awake, asleep, asleep not exactly in their room--anything! Tag in and he will be there. ]

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[pneumo]

[ It's hard to value your own life when it seems as though it will never end regardless of what happens to you. There's nothing that's been done to him that's left even the tiniest of marks.

He winds up hanging his head a little in silent guilt until Kurt beckons him and it snaps up. It takes a second or two for him to really process it before he makes a short sound and moves back to let Kurt some room, toes curling. ]

Oh--sorry....

[ecclesiophobic]

[As he moves to settle on the bed, Kurt's tail comes up to ruffle Sascha's hair. The boy looks so despondent that he has to do something to reassure him.]

Sascha, do you understand why people react badly to being surprised when they're sleeping?

[pneumo]

[ And again surprise takes his features, though this time it's accompanied with a happy, painful clench in his chest. Kurt doesn't know how much that small gesture means to him. ]

...Because they're scared of me?

[ecclesiophobic]

Not you specifically. Because when people are sleeping, their guard is down. They don't hear you coming, so when they open their eyes and find someone in their bed that they didn't expect, its frightening.

[pneumo]

But I don't mean to scare them... [ He just doesn't want to be alone. And if he can take comfort in the presence of another for even a few moments...it's more than he'd ever get back in his world. ]

[ecclesiophobic]

[God he wants to hug the boy.]

Then ask while they're awake if you don't mean to scare them. Intentions don't mean a damn thing when you're frightening someone whose instincts are to strike out.

[pneumo]

[ The answer is YES? Feel free to do this always and forever, at any time. Sascha will never say no. ]

Well...I mean, it's okay if they do. It only hurts for a little bit, and then I'll be okay.

[ecclesiophobic]

And if they don't want to be near you any more because you've frightened them? Some people are very protective of their personal space, they don't easily forgive it being breached.

[Sometimes he's one of those people, but for all that Sascha looks like a grown man (albeit baby-faced) his naivety invokes protective urges. Damn, if Kitty finds out he won't have any room to tease her about her maternal instincts going haywire.]

[pneumo]

[ No one can resist his stupid charm. He will have all the boyfriend fathers. ]

Even if you just want to be near them...?

[ecclesiophobic]

Some people don't want anyone near them when their guard's down. You can't get more unguarded than being asleep without being drugged.

[pneumo]

.....

Back home, the only time I could get near people was when they were asleep. [ It was the only time they didn't come after him with pitchforks or fire. ]

[ecclesiophobic]

[Creepy, but considering Kurt has to often fight the urge to stalk the people he cares about simply from the desire to be near them without interacting with anyone, he knows he has no room to talk.]

And back home, I'm dead. We're not in your home any more, Sascha, or mine.

[pneumo]

[ Whooooa, wait wait--dial back the tone here, what did he just say?? ]

You're.....dead??

[ecclesiophobic]

Dead. Dying. Obviously neither of those things here, my heart beats too well for that. [As Sascha can probably hear.]

Sascha, my entire universe is dead, or will be soon. Why do you think I'm none too concerned about going back? There's nothing to go back to.

[pneumo]

I...but..... [ Kurt's dead? Dying?? His world is....?

Sascha blanches, hands curling in the bed sheets. ]

But--Kitty comes from there...! [ He has no idea. ]

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt's lips press together in a thin line, and his line of sight drops to the bed sheets.]

She comes from several years in the past, Sascha. If Kitty went back to the time she was taken from, she'd have years of peace and another war to go through before everything ended. That's even assuming she forgot everything I've told her to prevent that happening, or remembered but couldn't stop it.

[pneumo]

[ It should be of some comfort, but Sascha's still trying to process the fact that he's barely known Kurt two months and he's not only dead or dying or something, but the world he and Kitty share is slated for total destruction as well.

He's used to seeing humans die as he outlives them, but not ones he's become attached to, who treat him kindly and make it seem like each day they spend time with him will lead into another, and another. But not like this. Never like this--he has no idea what to do with this information, because it feels like the shellshock of a sudden loss without either of them actually being gone.

All he can do is fix golden eyes on Kurt and struggle to process what he's hearing. ]

But....you...

[ecclesiophobic]

Am alive now. [Kurt lifts his face and hands both, cupping Sascha's cheeks in the latter to try making the man focus on the words he's saying. Dammit, he should have known better than to say something like that to the boy. Sascha's made no bones about being completely unaccustomed to acceptance or friendship, of course the idea of losing them even in a vague future would hit him hard.]

Sascha, listen to me. I am alive right now, my heart is beating and I am breathing. So is Kitty, and I will keep her that way if it's the last thing I do. Do you understand? I won't let her be on that world when it ends.

APPRIOPRIATE KEYWORDS AHOY

[pneumo]

[ He's alive. He's alive, but he's already dead. Sascha's head keeps swirling around those two very certain things, trying to piece them together and pull them apart all at once.

He doesn't understand how both can be actual when the contradict one another completely, but the connotations of both and what they inspire in him--fear, hurt, grief, relief, hope--is both disorienting and upsetting. The hands on his face are very much needed and become just enough to shock him out of the worst of it.

Kurt's here and he doesn't want him to go. Processing Kitty will have to come after, because the moment his eyes meet Kurt's and begin searching his face, he can't think to do anything but throw his arms around the poor man's shoulders and hug him close tight--and not to bury himself in Kurt's arms or shoulder or anything like that.

It's so that he can do that for Kurt. ]

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt's back tenses when Sascha's eyes start darting over his face, because he's expecting the boy to throw himself into his arms, try to hide from the reality of the situation. He's prepared to smooth the boy's hair and comfort him the way he did his nephew, when the child had nightmares and needed pretty lies to soothe his tears.

Being pulled down is unexpected enough that it throws him off balance mentally. Physically as well, but only for long enough to be pulled down (mutation honed by years of training and war will allow nothing else.) It takes seconds longer for the realization that Sascha is trying to protect him because that's exactly the opposite of what he expected. Trying to defy fate are the dreams of men, not children.]

Sascha, it's alright. [The reassurances are soft, his arms coming up to rest on the other man's back.] I promise it is. I lived longer than I ever expected to, and I.. I built myself a peaceful home and had a wonderful wife to greet me when the day was done. Those are things I never thought I'd have, but I did it. It's alright Sascha, I lived a good life. [He is so dense.]

[pneumo]

[ Incredibly. He worries for Kitty yes, but he also worries for the idiot in his arms right now. Sascha knows he's not the smartest in the world, he never had access to a formal education or another, more experienced vampire to show him the ropes of what he is and how to act. But even he can understand something like the end of a universe with someone he likes in it.

Sascha likes anyone who pays attention to him. But he also cares about them, and he's starting to form attachments for the first time in his life that he isn't in any way, shape, or form prepared to lose. He wants to see them grow old, not snuffed out before their time. ]

I'm sorry... I'm sorry.

[ Not for the hug, for the hurt or his own feelings. He's sorry for Kurt, because he had to die, because he doesn't have his life anymore; he's stuck here, with someone as worthless as Sascha and the knowledge that he can't ever go back to it. ]

[ecclesiophobic]

[The soft apology sends the bottom of his stomach lurching. His face feels too hot as well, and for a moment Kurt's reminded of that doomed journey along the Infernal Gallop when he and the other passengers first realized the air was running out. But this isn't that rusted out old hulk of a ship, and the air on his tail is cool.

Sascha is reminding him of Kitty, the way she'd held him that first night they'd been face to face and whispered apologies as though it was her fault for dying (but why didn't she phase?) He'd broken her heart so many times that night, and here he is breaking another one that's so much more innocent. He really is his mother's son.]

Shh. Sascha, it's alright. I promise you it is. [His arms tighten around the young man, Kurt allowing himself that small comfort under the excuse that it will comfort Sascha. It hurts so badly to hear someone apologize for the fate of his world, and Kurt doesn't understand why. Then again, he doesn't understand why, in impossible situations against powers that far out-stripped his own, he's so often been the one to walk away. For God's sake, he's outlived his own universe.

The hitch in his breath is all Kurt needs to drag his thoughts off that track. He will not cry; tears never saved anyone. (Why does it feel like his nerves are on the outside?)]

[pneumo]

No it's not, [ he mumbles, because it isn't. It's sad and unfair, and even though he disassociates himself from more mature emotions Sascha can still feel them. And right now he's allowing just enough of a bridge, a connection to draw Kurt closer protectively. No one should have to die before their time--he's seen to much of that with people he could never get to know, never have a hope of meeting. And he doesn't want that for Kurt or Kitty or anyone in the Fleet.

Even if he's alive now he's still dead. And so's his reality. There's mourning whether he wants to acknowledge it or not, and Sascha's heart bleeds for someone like Kurt, someone mortal who lives so brightly in those fleeting moments of his life that it hurts to know it's been snuffed out before it's time. That there's no place for him to return to.

Sascha understands that better than anyone. And that's why he mumbles another apology as holds Kurt close, like he's the one that needs the comfort. ]

[ecclesiophobic]

[He is. As much as he'll try to deny it, Kurt Darkholme desperately aches for every scrap of comfort that's been offered him. He simply won't allow it in more than spurts because he's terrified too much will break him. It's all he's known for most of his life; happiness in short, frantic doses because tomorrow or even the next hour could leave him just another body on the ground. He had more once, with Linda, but there were still battles to be fought, war criminals to find.

Here there's nothing but vague threats that he can't fight and all the time in the world to do--what, exactly? Be held in the dark by a man who he's only known a short time, a solid presence whose skin is just chill enough to the touch that it reminds Kurt of Bobby. Maybe that's why he hasn't kicked Sascha out yet, or shoved him away by reflex. He misses Bobby so much.

Kurt shifts, ducking his head to properly rest it on Sascha's shoulder. Thinking of cool skin and wide grins is only making the hitch in his breathing more pronounced, making tears that he refuses to cry gather in the corners of his eyes. Bobby is dead because he killed him, Rogue dead because he wasn't there to protect her. His hands clench into fists around handfuls of Sascha's shirt, the fabric keeping his nails from digging into his own palms.]

[pneumo]

[ Whether he's a replacement or a reminder, a friend or just someone he's spoken to a handful of times for Kurt, Sascha's okay with it. He doesn't mind if he's a stand-in or just a place to project whatever causes him the most pain. He's been a scapegoat for fear, anger, and hurt his whole life for people who'd lost someone, for people who hated those different than themselves; for people just too afraid to know any better.

And just like Sascha's liked all of them, he likes Kurt. He's a friend of Kitty's, he treats Sascha like a person and doesn't pay any mind to the fact that he's a vampire; he bridges the gap of personal space as he would anyone else on the Fleet, and for that he's quickly become both special and important to him.

Which is why he wants to be able to do this and be there for Kurt if he needs it. There's so little he properly understands and can do, but this? Giving someone even just a brief moment to properly grieve, maybe allow some of that weakness they keep bottled up inside to surface? This he can do, and this he's never going to abuse. ]

I won't go.

[ It's a quiet promise. A declaration. ]