Tide 010

[kaikou_tide]

I found someone's boots, if they'd like them. They're--rather large and they seem to be from a man.

And Remy, if you wanted me to help you with that chore, I have free time.

[Locked to Self, Private // Hackable]

I have to keep doing this. I have to keep doing this. I have to keep doing this. I have to keep doing this. I have to keep doing this. I

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[ttlynotawizard]

Please do, Kir. I need you for this. Door's open.

[ttlynotawizard]

Isn't that the truth. Just...don't worry yourself about making things perfect.

[Remy closes his eyes as he tilts his head back. He feels the others fingers in his hair, working the dye in gently. It's almost like those nights, but he tries not to think about that. He had decided to do his best to back off Glaukir for a bit. Give the priest some breathing room to figure things out. But still, it feels calming and nice. He lets out a pleased sigh.]

You're really good at this, Kir.

[kaikou_tide]

[He exhales, feeling a flush of pleasure that someone, at the very least, doesn't think he's insane or disgusting. He can't look in the mirror without feeling a burst of dislike, so the honest affection in Remy's voice is like a boot in the gut.

He wants to kiss the back of Remy's neck, anything to keep the affection coming.

No.

He detaches his voice, tries to make it mild. Please stop, Remy, please stop.]

Thanks.

[ttlynotawizard]

[Remy is calm, relaxed. It was rare for him to have to dye his whole head, but it had happened a few times. His best friend Lucas always helped him out with it and he supposed Glaukir had earned himself the same level of trust. Quite a feat.

He loves the feeling of another's hand in his hair. It's comforting and intimate. He begins to speak, just to keep the connection strong.]

Thank you for doing this for me. A little nervous doing it by myself. I mean, I can do touch-ups, you know? But the whole thing? I've always had help. You're the only one I trust enough here to do it.

[kaikou_tide]

... you can trust me.

[His voice is low, quiet, soft as his fingers continue to work in Remy's scalp. It's strange and intimate in Remy's bathroom. He can't hear the lapping of waves against the hull or the thrum of the engines.]

[ttlynotawizard]

[Remy smiles as he hears his friend's soft words while his fingers work his scalp. It's quiet, as if they're the only two in the world. All Remy had wanted was help dying his hair. He wasn't expecting this closeness and comfort.]

Thank you. You don't know what it means to me. I hope you feel the same about me.

[kaikou_tide]

I know I can trust you as much as you're able. You're not a god or a doll or a priest. That's all I can ask, Remy.

[His tone is a bit mournful.]

[ttlynotawizard]

[Remy gives a little hum as he considers Glaukir's words. They're a little odd, not what he's expecting to hear. But the other sounds serious and that's what has him worried. He was used to a smile and good conversation with the other man. Something didn't feel quite right.]

Hey, Kir? Is...is everything all right?

[kaikou_tide]

Everything's as it should be.

[Glaukir stares at his hands. They're covered in red dye up to his wrists and he wills them to hold steady. His stomach rolls again and the scent of dye becomes the scent of blood in his nose. Erol's grinning face rises out of the dye for an instant and his eyes are wide, staring-- and then it's gone.

He's pale now and he forces his hands to continue their motions.]

So how long do you have to keep it in?

[ttlynotawizard]

Are you sure? You don't quite sound like yourself.

[Remy notices the pause in the dying process. Something is wrong and he desperately wants to know what. He's distracted by the other's question]

Half hour. Then I have to go shower to rinse it out.

[kaikou_tide]

Half hour. Right. I think it's down to the roots now.

[Glaukir smiles again, still brittle, and walks over to the sink and starts to rinse his hands clean. It's red, red, red and all he wants is to get out of the bathroom. All the bathrooms have started to disgust him now, and all he can hear is the crinkle of plastic as he cleans up after Erol and the rising stench of blood.]

[ttlynotawizard]

Thanks.

[He stands behind Glaukir as the other washes. The priest seems nervous, pale and it breaks Remy's heart. Something is terribly wrong. He puts his hand on his shoulder.]

Stay for a while.

[It's all he can think of to say. He wants Glaukir to stay. He wants to talk to him, but also, doesn't want him to go anywhere where he could be hurt.]

[kaikou_tide]

[He flinches away instinctually from the touch, the blood and Erol and death death death in his head. He looks at Remy, eyes wild and for a moment he doesn't see anything but a blood-soaked, vow-bound bathroom--]

Anhh--

[And it's gone. Just Remy, looking at him with kind eyes. Glaukir realises he's sweating and when he wipes his forehead, his hand is trembling.]

[ttlynotawizard]

[Remy's taken back a little by the look in Glaukir's eyes as he turned. Fear. Remy's look grows soft, sad. Adding to the swirling of emotions, he feels worry as he watches the priest go to wipe his sweat away. Remy takes the shivering hand in his own.]

...you're trembling...Kir...

[kaikou_tide]

I'm fine. I'm fine. I just--I haven't been sleeping.

[It's a force of will, but he keeps his voice steady, low, staring at the hand grasping his.]

[ttlynotawizard]

[Remy knows there's got to be more than that. People don't normally just not sleep. He leads Glaukir out of the bathroom and towards the bed. He throws the covers back and motions to the warm, soft bed with a nod of his head.]

Lay down then. Take a nap.