Peony had only arrived a day or so beforehand, but had been warned by Guy that it probably wasn't the best idea to go right in and surprise Jade. Apparently the poor colonel had taken Peony's death fairly hard. Peony still insisted that he had not died and had no memory whatsoever of being in this place to begin with. But so many people telling him otherwise made him think that perhaps he was going insane; that, or everyone else was mad.
At Jade's beckoning, however, he found that he didn't want to wait any longer. If Jade was ill, he needed to be cared for. And with Dist still insisting that he was dead and drama queening all over the island, Peony was the only one left in the house. It was his responsibility, he supposed.
He crept down the hall to Jade's bedroom, twisting the doorknob and pushing the door open just enough to push his head in. He did his very best impression of the flamboyant Dist, smiling brightly, "Yes, Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaade?"
Strangers? Was that how he had died? By opening their home to dangerous people? No one had bothered to tell him the details of his previous demise, and he had to say that curiosity was getting the better of him. But he would not ask Jade to relive the ordeal. He still seemed far too shaken by the event.
"Oh, but what if they're selling cookies, Jade?" Peony teased, scooting over onto the bed a little and snatching up one of the pillows. He bopped Jade very lightly on the head with it, grinning widely. "Hell hath no fury like an emperor without his cookies."
Peony chuckled, letting the pillow fall into Jade's lap. It was refreshing to hear the man laugh. It was such a rare treat. He reached out to press his index finger gently against the other's cheek, then pinched it gently. Jade was always making such ridiculous excuses for himself. 'I'm an old man,' 'I'm an invalid,' etc. Perhaps he was a hypochondriac.
"I can bake cookies. Well... I can help bake cookies." He said with a sheepish grin, looking up at the ceiling. "We should do that tomorrow, if you're feeling well enough to get out of bed. Invalid."
Jade's eyes widened as Peony laid his fingers on his cheek, but he quickly schooled his features back into the slightly distant expression he cultivated for most of his adult life.
Completely, irrationally, all Jade could think of was to throw an arm around Peony and hold him close... he wanted to feel his heart beating, because all he could think of was Peony's chest, sticky and cold and unnaturally still against his cheek.
So he frowned and, instead, answered curtly: "I don't bake."
"Hm," Peony pursed his lips together in thought, leaning over to press his shoulder against his friend's. He placed his index finger beside his own lips, tapping slowly as he pondered. He didn't let up the weight against Jade. At this rate, he would push the other man right over onto his side. Strangely, he didn't seem to care.
"I wonder if Saphir bakes. It kind of seems like something he would do, doesn't it? Baking." He smirked slyly, making a mocking kissy face at Jade. "I bet he would make lots of cookies for you if you asked him to."
Jade's fingers tightened on the pillow in his lap as Peony continued to be completely utterly annoying... why was he leaning into him like that anyway? It hurt.
And then he brought Dist and his horrendous infatuation into it. That was the last straw.
The expression on Jade's face did not waver, but the hands and the pillow came up swiftly, aiming for Peony face.
Peony's eyes widened, the laugh dying momentarily on his lips before he was knocked squarely in the face by that pillow. He fell onto his back, putting a hand up to his forehead as that contagious laugh returned ten fold. What was so terribly hilarious about nearly getting your nose broken by a pillow, he had no idea. But it had indeed gotten him rolling.
"S- Stop that! Now that's not nice! I didn't you that hard!" He exclaimed during the periods that he actually had the wherewithal to breathe. Oh, but he knew he'd struck a nerve. He took up Jade's hand, holding it to his chest as he screwed up his face into his best impression of Dist.
"BUT JAAAAAAAAAADE! Surely you MUST understand how much he LOVES you! He would DIE for you! There is nothing he wouldn't do just to see a smile on your radiant face!" Peony proclaimed, all the while still battling back the hysterical laughter that his friend had sent him spiraling into.
Jade, nonplussed, deposited the pillow in his lap, fluffed it up, then looked towards Peony to see... that.
To see Dist's expression on Peony's face.
"You're 35", his voice sounded bitter to his own ears, so he could not imagine what it would sound like to Peony, "You should be old enough to realize that this isn't remotely amusing."
He had to admit to himself, reluctantly, that what stung the most wasn't Peony reminding him of Dist's disturbing obsession with him... but that, in a way, he parodied his own attachment to Peony, to the boy whose smile had turned him away from his unhealthy fascination with death, to the Emperor he would gladly die for, to the man...
Peony's hysteria was dying down quickly. He chuckled still at Jade's words, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder. He didn't mean to be an annoyance, really. He just couldn't help himself sometimes, especially when Jade responded so aptly to his teasing. He was playful and mischievous by nature. Surely that wasn't the worst thing in the world.
"Alright, I'm sorry. I was amused, anyway," he explained, reaching up to tug Jade back against the pillows that were propped up behind him. He needed to relax. He was getting too worked up. What relaxed Jade? ...Peony thought he remembered something. He wondered if it still worked
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At Jade's beckoning, however, he found that he didn't want to wait any longer. If Jade was ill, he needed to be cared for. And with Dist still insisting that he was dead and drama queening all over the island, Peony was the only one left in the house. It was his responsibility, he supposed.
He crept down the hall to Jade's bedroom, twisting the doorknob and pushing the door open just enough to push his head in. He did his very best impression of the flamboyant Dist, smiling brightly, "Yes, Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaade?"
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"Oh, but what if they're selling cookies, Jade?" Peony teased, scooting over onto the bed a little and snatching up one of the pillows. He bopped Jade very lightly on the head with it, grinning widely. "Hell hath no fury like an emperor without his cookies."
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"I'm not even sure Van or Sync could even bake cookies, let alone sell them."
Jade flinched, surprised, as Peony hit him on the head with a pillow, and he caught himself, against his own will... laughing.
"No hurting the invalid!"
He reached out for the pillow.
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"I can bake cookies. Well... I can help bake cookies." He said with a sheepish grin, looking up at the ceiling. "We should do that tomorrow, if you're feeling well enough to get out of bed. Invalid."
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Completely, irrationally, all Jade could think of was to throw an arm around Peony and hold him close... he wanted to feel his heart beating, because all he could think of was Peony's chest, sticky and cold and unnaturally still against his cheek.
So he frowned and, instead, answered curtly: "I don't bake."
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"I wonder if Saphir bakes. It kind of seems like something he would do, doesn't it? Baking." He smirked slyly, making a mocking kissy face at Jade. "I bet he would make lots of cookies for you if you asked him to."
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And then he brought Dist and his horrendous infatuation into it.
That was the last straw.
The expression on Jade's face did not waver, but the hands and the pillow came up swiftly, aiming for Peony face.
THWAP!
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"S- Stop that! Now that's not nice! I didn't you that hard!" He exclaimed during the periods that he actually had the wherewithal to breathe. Oh, but he knew he'd struck a nerve. He took up Jade's hand, holding it to his chest as he screwed up his face into his best impression of Dist.
"BUT JAAAAAAAAAADE! Surely you MUST understand how much he LOVES you! He would DIE for you! There is nothing he wouldn't do just to see a smile on your radiant face!" Peony proclaimed, all the while still battling back the hysterical laughter that his friend had sent him spiraling into.
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To see Dist's expression on Peony's face.
"You're 35", his voice sounded bitter to his own ears, so he could not imagine what it would sound like to Peony, "You should be old enough to realize that this isn't remotely amusing."
He had to admit to himself, reluctantly, that what stung the most wasn't Peony reminding him of Dist's disturbing obsession with him... but that, in a way, he parodied his own attachment to Peony, to the boy whose smile had turned him away from his unhealthy fascination with death, to the Emperor he would gladly die for, to the man...
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"Alright, I'm sorry. I was amused, anyway," he explained, reaching up to tug Jade back against the pillows that were propped up behind him. He needed to relax. He was getting too worked up. What relaxed Jade? ...Peony thought he remembered something. He wondered if it still worked ( ... )
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