[As much as he would love to argue otherwise, he's certain Vergilius is right. This man is a monster only by design, building up defenses and scars to protect that vulnerable, bleeding heart. Someone like himself could never understand... and yet he desires to anyway. What a number this man has done on him.
Well then, if he had to make an educated guess...]
Who are you guiding?
[That must be it, surely. What people like Vergilius live for is others, for what happiness and freedom other human beings can represent. He feels he understands the man well enough to know that much.]
[Lobelia delivers his answer firmly but without any particular intonation. If his dear âme soeur has a dream that must be achieved, naturally, he is going to lend him whatever aid he has. This is the man who saved him, after all, and the only thing Lobelia has left worth caring for.
With that, he lifts his head and locks eyes with Vergilius, squeezing his hand all the more tightly.]
We'll return you to the City! If it is possible to bring together strangers from an untold number of universes, then the opposite must also be true. Even this place is not so far removed from where we were that communication is impossible.
[His eyes widen a little. Things have changed in Lobelia, he would have to blind his red eyes to think otherwise, but to hear him be satisfied with Vergilius returning to where he belongs...]
[He glances to the hand between them, his own fingers curling. A light, little squeeze in return.]
You have a point. They must have the technology to do so. All it would take is to reverse it. We just have to find it, though.
[Where else should Vergilius go than back where he needs to be? Perhaps he doesn't desire to dwell there, perhaps he never has, but that doesn't change the fact that he has work left to do. The fact that Lobelia intends to follow him there is something left unsaid, but he also expects Vergilius to, well, expect it when the time comes.
There's only so much they're capable of in this space, but he's already been instructed by a certain someone on what can be done here to bolster their strength against the birds. In the service of his dutiful guide, Lobelia will take whatever measures necessary to secure freedom for them both.]
Your induction is correct! There is no path forward without a path back. As it happens, our efforts here will bolster Monsieur Merlin's strength, a fact that may ultimately work out in our favor. Aiding him should be the first step towards our escape.
[He stares at Lobelia for a very long moment. Perhaps he's changed his mind. Perhaps he's given up on this endeavor. Perhaps he is about to go back on his blood oath-]
Lobelia. [Now he's letting out an aggrieved little sigh. Reaching up to gently flick Lobelia in the forehead.] You said you wanted to make it difficult for Merlin. Now you say we should help him. Make up your mind.
[Not his delicate, highly fragile forehead! Lobelia whines and rubs aching head, but listen up, old man. There's a method to his madness.]
It's not as nonsensical as you believe! Monsieur Merlin is quite a powerful creature, you see. If we can make use of the power he holds, which is further aided by our "activities," then we might use him to secure our route out of here. Do you understand?
[In other words, he still plans to make this difficult for Merlin... by using him. Don't place too much faith in him, Verg.]
[Yeah, that's Lobelia, alright. He didn't exactly miss this aspect of him. Then again, it isn't as if he's so morally against using Merlin's capabilities for his own needs, either.]
Do you think he would allow that, though? He might be an irritating little flower of a wizard, but he feels like the crafty type.
[Ah...? Is he really the one accused of being greedy when Vergilius is making him an offer he can't refuse? Sure, he's tired, and sure, he's sore, but he could go for another round—
.........Ah. A jest, eh? Lobelia comes up sputtering, as soaked and offended as a cat dunked in a pool. Combing a hand through his hair, Lobelia brushes it out of his face and approaches the edge of the lake with every intention of snagging Vergilius by his ankle. For once, he's not cheating by immobilizing him with audiomancy.]
Oh là là! What was that for, Vergilius? Is there something you're trying to tell me that words alone can't convey?
[Like a deep desire to get dragged into the water and slapped with a handful of mud?]
[And sometimes you really just want to have yourself a petty little bit of fun by pushing your paramour into the water. Even in his constant misery, even he can find a bit of amusement in seeing Lobelia drenched, a kitten caught in the bathtub.]
[He won't pull his feet away. Yeah, do your best, Lobelia. He wants to see you try.]
[Experience tells Lobelia he won't be able to drag Vergilius into the lake without involving the use of audiomancy, but in the spirit of playing along, he'll give it a try, fastening both hands around Vergilius' ankle and sharply tugging.]
Just remember that cheating is unbecoming, mon amour. No tricks!
[His physical strength is no greater than any normal human with a physique like his, and in fact, it's pretty clear that Lobelia only stays in good physical shape for purely vain reasons. Vergilius was right to wonder if Lobelia has ever held a weapon, because his half-assed efforts here are very much proof that he hasn't.]
What tricks? I'm just sitting here, minding my business.
[The man tugs - Vergilius seems pleased enough to ignore it, a sliver of teeth showing in his equivalent of a grin. He reaches over, hand tangling into the other's hair.]
Sometimes, you have to learn that magic and abilities isn't everything.
[Up until now, magic and abilities had been everything. Brute shows of force don't suit him as well as they do Vergilius, but perhaps even that isn't the correct answer.
Warm fingers spill into his hair and Lobelia tips his head to one side, a contemplative hum before he arrives at his answer with a smile pulling at his lips. Extending a hand to Vergilius palm side up, that cheerful smile pulls wider.]
Will you join me, s'il te plaît?
[Sometimes magic and abilities aren't the answer and neither is force. Will Vergilius trust him enough to take his hand?]
[He says, a little bluntly - but he's not withdrawing his hand just yet, fingers circling over the other's wet scalp before brushing down to cup an ear.]
Politeness...I'll give a point for that, though. [And then finally, he pulls away his hand, considering for a moment, before he reaches to grasp it with a grip a little too firm.] So...fine.
[Flattery, or in this case sincerity, is its own form of magic. For Vergilius' sake, Lobelia doesn't celebrate his victory with raucous laughter, simply humming in delight as he meets that firm grip with one much gentler and guides Vergilius into the water. Unfortunately, Lobelia takes the opportunity to twine his other arm around the small of Vergilius' back and hug him close.]
C'est froid! Do you not care that I could have died of hypothermia, Vergilius? You truly are a cruel man!
[It is rather cold - even as he's entering the cool water, he's shivering and trying not to show it. Perhaps it really is a boon to have a warm body here, one that he instinctively moves closer to even as he's pulled in. His own arms, hesitating, move up to wrap around the other's shoulders.]
[The cold of the water seems distant already.]
Perhaps it'll build character. Its definitely not a pleasant way to go. Unless you'd prefer I break your neck again?
[The cool water does have its benefits, mostly the way it emphasizes their body heat and makes him all the more aware of the press of skin against skin and how very pleasant it is. There's certainly no shame in Lobelia's game, closing whatever distance remains between them by hugging Vergilius tightly in his arms. Hugs are nice! A shame no one else ever wants to hug him, but he doesn't need them to when he has Vergilius now.
Nosing into the juncture between Vergilius' shoulder and neck, laughter rumbles in Lobelia's throat, hums gently along the other man's skin.]
I would rather not suffer a death that wasn't wrought by your hands. Where is the fun in being subdued by a pool of cold water?
[Nobody wants to hug Lobelia...until now, perhaps. Vergilius is probably the only person who would. There were people, once upon a time, who could've hugged him like this, but he doesn't even remember the last time it happened. A past never to return.]
[The softness of the gesture eases something in his chest, pressing his head against the other's as Lobelia goes for the crook of his neck. It tickles. In response, his index finger scrapes up along the side of the other's neck.]
Mm. [Now his breath is humming in his throat.] It's still by my hands. So savor that. It isn't as if you decided to dump yourself in here.
[Touché... Vergilius' touch tickles, but Lobelia doesn't shy from it, inspired to goosebumps and chuckling in a manner so innocent as to be ill-fitting for someone who has spilled as much blood as himself. The harsh dichotomy remains and will only grow more severe, Lobelia's intention to share every bit of that sickly, overly saccharine affection with this man so long as he'll tolerate it.]
That much is true, but I wouldn't be satisfait dying under those conditions. I want your hands on me, mon amour. Something so indirect as freezing to death could never please me.
[Mon amour...even as much as he's heard the other man say it, there's still something a little unexpected about it. It's as if he's surprised every time, like a child playing peekaboo with a parent and too young to know what's happening.]
[Another little sigh graces his lips as he presses them almost casually against the side of the man's head.]
One would think you're just too excited for me to get my hands on you in general. You need to practice some restraint. Do you even know what that word means?
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Well then, if he had to make an educated guess...]
Who are you guiding?
[That must be it, surely. What people like Vergilius live for is others, for what happiness and freedom other human beings can represent. He feels he understands the man well enough to know that much.]
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[Who is he guiding?]
[His voice is a little hoarse as he answers.]
A Company. [...] Sinners. [...] A young lady.
[That's the truth, really. He is their guide. And yet, its much deeper than that. Their goal, what they mean to retrieve...]
...I need to go back.
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[Lobelia delivers his answer firmly but without any particular intonation. If his dear âme soeur has a dream that must be achieved, naturally, he is going to lend him whatever aid he has. This is the man who saved him, after all, and the only thing Lobelia has left worth caring for.
With that, he lifts his head and locks eyes with Vergilius, squeezing his hand all the more tightly.]
We'll return you to the City! If it is possible to bring together strangers from an untold number of universes, then the opposite must also be true. Even this place is not so far removed from where we were that communication is impossible.
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[His eyes widen a little. Things have changed in Lobelia, he would have to blind his red eyes to think otherwise, but to hear him be satisfied with Vergilius returning to where he belongs...]
[He glances to the hand between them, his own fingers curling. A light, little squeeze in return.]
You have a point. They must have the technology to do so. All it would take is to reverse it. We just have to find it, though.
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There's only so much they're capable of in this space, but he's already been instructed by a certain someone on what can be done here to bolster their strength against the birds. In the service of his dutiful guide, Lobelia will take whatever measures necessary to secure freedom for them both.]
Your induction is correct! There is no path forward without a path back. As it happens, our efforts here will bolster Monsieur Merlin's strength, a fact that may ultimately work out in our favor. Aiding him should be the first step towards our escape.
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Lobelia. [Now he's letting out an aggrieved little sigh. Reaching up to gently flick Lobelia in the forehead.] You said you wanted to make it difficult for Merlin. Now you say we should help him. Make up your mind.
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[Not his delicate, highly fragile forehead! Lobelia whines and rubs aching head, but listen up, old man. There's a method to his madness.]
It's not as nonsensical as you believe! Monsieur Merlin is quite a powerful creature, you see. If we can make use of the power he holds, which is further aided by our "activities," then we might use him to secure our route out of here. Do you understand?
[In other words, he still plans to make this difficult for Merlin... by using him. Don't place too much faith in him, Verg.]
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[Yeah, that's Lobelia, alright. He didn't exactly miss this aspect of him. Then again, it isn't as if he's so morally against using Merlin's capabilities for his own needs, either.]
Do you think he would allow that, though? He might be an irritating little flower of a wizard, but he feels like the crafty type.
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[And to that end, he can at least imagine Merlin working together with them, and if not...]
But of course, there is always the chance he won't willingly comply. Were that to happen, the use of force would become necessary.
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[A brief lilt of his mouth comes, that little narrow of his eyes - a smirk.]
I'm sure you're not the type to shy away from that.
[Neither is he.]
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Non, non, of course not! Ah, but I will defer to your judgment, of course.
[whatever vergie wants, vergie gets]
But if it does come to blows, I hope you'll allow me to indulge a bit.
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[He closes the distance, suddenly - that bright smile is almost enthralling, and he like a moth to flame simply must get closer.]
You really want more? Ah.... [Another raspy sigh, nose brushing up against nose.] You're one of the greediest people I've ever met.
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[and then, without warning, he's pulling his hand out just so he can snake it around Lobelia's shoulders and]
[push him forward into the lake]
[:)]
See? I can be generous.
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.........Ah. A jest, eh? Lobelia comes up sputtering, as soaked and offended as a cat dunked in a pool. Combing a hand through his hair, Lobelia brushes it out of his face and approaches the edge of the lake with every intention of snagging Vergilius by his ankle. For once, he's not cheating by immobilizing him with audiomancy.]
Oh là là! What was that for, Vergilius? Is there something you're trying to tell me that words alone can't convey?
[Like a deep desire to get dragged into the water and slapped with a handful of mud?]
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[And sometimes you really just want to have yourself a petty little bit of fun by pushing your paramour into the water. Even in his constant misery, even he can find a bit of amusement in seeing Lobelia drenched, a kitten caught in the bathtub.]
[He won't pull his feet away. Yeah, do your best, Lobelia. He wants to see you try.]
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Just remember that cheating is unbecoming, mon amour. No tricks!
[His physical strength is no greater than any normal human with a physique like his, and in fact, it's pretty clear that Lobelia only stays in good physical shape for purely vain reasons. Vergilius was right to wonder if Lobelia has ever held a weapon, because his half-assed efforts here are very much proof that he hasn't.]
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[The man tugs - Vergilius seems pleased enough to ignore it, a sliver of teeth showing in his equivalent of a grin. He reaches over, hand tangling into the other's hair.]
Sometimes, you have to learn that magic and abilities isn't everything.
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Warm fingers spill into his hair and Lobelia tips his head to one side, a contemplative hum before he arrives at his answer with a smile pulling at his lips. Extending a hand to Vergilius palm side up, that cheerful smile pulls wider.]
Will you join me, s'il te plaît?
[Sometimes magic and abilities aren't the answer and neither is force. Will Vergilius trust him enough to take his hand?]
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[He says, a little bluntly - but he's not withdrawing his hand just yet, fingers circling over the other's wet scalp before brushing down to cup an ear.]
Politeness...I'll give a point for that, though. [And then finally, he pulls away his hand, considering for a moment, before he reaches to grasp it with a grip a little too firm.] So...fine.
[Tug him in, French man.]
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C'est froid! Do you not care that I could have died of hypothermia, Vergilius? You truly are a cruel man!
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[The cold of the water seems distant already.]
Perhaps it'll build character. Its definitely not a pleasant way to go. Unless you'd prefer I break your neck again?
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Nosing into the juncture between Vergilius' shoulder and neck, laughter rumbles in Lobelia's throat, hums gently along the other man's skin.]
I would rather not suffer a death that wasn't wrought by your hands. Where is the fun in being subdued by a pool of cold water?
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[The softness of the gesture eases something in his chest, pressing his head against the other's as Lobelia goes for the crook of his neck. It tickles. In response, his index finger scrapes up along the side of the other's neck.]
Mm. [Now his breath is humming in his throat.] It's still by my hands. So savor that. It isn't as if you decided to dump yourself in here.
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That much is true, but I wouldn't be satisfait dying under those conditions. I want your hands on me, mon amour. Something so indirect as freezing to death could never please me.
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[Another little sigh graces his lips as he presses them almost casually against the side of the man's head.]
One would think you're just too excited for me to get my hands on you in general. You need to practice some restraint. Do you even know what that word means?
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