IC INBOX for The Last Voyages

[magician_king]

You know what to do.

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[magician_king]

"I don't know if I'm actually going to be able to do the carving part without losing my mind."

He says,

"But I could use a tattoo, or something."

[ninefox]

Jedao shivers at the word 'carving', prickles down his spine and warmth in his gut even if he's halfway to dozing.

"I've got an arm reserved for you already," he mumbles. He's committed to a few tattoo ideas today. "Would it be...weird, less romantic, if I asked you to do my horse too?"

If only because Quentin liked him, and Fives didn't.

[magician_king]

"Sure. It'll just be a stick and poke, but as long as you're okay with that."

He says, and yawns deeply, snuggles in a little less frantically, a little more comfortable.

"Think you could nap?"

Because he's going to pass out.

[ninefox]

"Fives built a tattoo gun ages ago," Jedao says, and yawns since Quentin mentions it.

"Maybe if you could stop being utterly fascinating for five seconds at stretch, darling."

[magician_king]

He smiles, and breathes out, going quiet, enjoying his company, feeling his breathing settle. They both deserve a very nice long rest.

[ninefox]

Jedao is exhausted on every level, and just now feels as safe and soft as he knows how to feel. Normally his sleep is always some variety of strained, but now he really does drift off within the first minute of quiet.