rivalsweetscent | 000// Phone Post-O

Bulba blinked his eyes back open and actually laughed a little.

"Maybe, but you're still a dumb jerk that I like."

There was a beat as he realized what had come out of his mouth.

"Better now," he quickly rushed to add in a way that he hoped just came off as a continuation of the sentence.

No, that wasn't smooth at all, Bulba - even Vinnie noticed the obvious skip in your sentence. But that's all right. He thought nothing more of it than a brief lapse in wit. Nothing was suspected.

There was a flicker of weariness across the Vinnie's face as the Venusaur glanced downward. His brows knitted slightly, and he muttered;]

...Then I guess I can't be all bad.

[Just forgettable, apparently.]

Edited 2012-12-27 10:54 (UTC)

[Bulba frowned just slightly. He nuzzled Vinnie's face again, his free hand boldly emphasizing it as he cupped it against the Venusaur's cheek. It felt warm despite the cold. Bulba tried not to think much about what he was doing. ]

...You're not bad at all, Vinnie. Please don't think that.

[The flicker of a small, ironic smile crossed his face as he nuzzled back. He could hear Bulba's words, but as much as he wanted to, they couldn't fully absorb them.

He probably wasn't 'all bad.' But he definitely wasn't 'not bad at all.' If he didn't justify all this pain somehow in his mind, then the senselessness of it made it just hurt all the worse. If things had to happen for a reason, and it was simply easiest to pin them on his failings.

Bulba believed what he believed. Rather than address them, the Venusaur breathed deep and diverted the subject. In a low whisper, he muttered;]

You smell different, too...

Edited 2012-12-30 09:20 (UTC)

[There was a palpable beat of silence between them.

Bulba blinked, his expression of worried concern contorting into slight confusion. What was this then? He smelled different? What... . . .

The perfectly logical explanation was lost on him, or he might have panicked. Oblivious to his own species way of handling things of the heart, Bulba just sat there in the continued intimate gesture while his brain could only think up question marks.]

.... Huh?

[Hm. Well, if it wasn't an intentional thing (if that was possible?) on Bulba's part, then perhaps Vinnie was just imagining it. He'd been away too long from a real pod, and away from the social gestures that accompanied it for him to register the scent for what it actually was. The sweet addition to a saur's natural perfume was so subtle it was easy to miss completely for any other creature.

His state of mind was playing tricks on him, maybe. Or the weather? Carefully, Vinnie placed his hand over the one Bulba held against his cheek and pulled himself away from the tender hold. He looked down at the two pairs of hands between them - how similar they were and how they held one another.

Who was he to say it felt right? It was a fleeting thought. But the reality of the cold was still there, evident against their exposed skin.]

Nevermind. Look, you're freezing. You should be inside.

[I want to stay like this, was the thought that flickered through his mind in the instant where his hand remained holding Vinnie's face and the older saur's was cupped flush against it. Right there. Just a little longer...

It was barely even a moment before it was over, and Bulba felt a shameful pang of yearning. Stop that. You were being dumb again. But even as he chided himself, his eyes followed Vinnie's down to their hands. Vinnie might not have said it, but Bulba would have agreed.]

I'm fine.

[It was a stubborn lie. The unsettling warmth he felt besides Vinnie had been enough to distract him from the nip of the cold for a little while, but it did not make its effects any less real. His fingers were bright pink against Vinnie's, and his breathing had been coming in slight shivers for a short while now. He was not sure if he could actually feel his ears.]

[Such a lie. Vinnie's eyes flickered up to meet Bulba's, just so the other could see that flat, knowing look in his stare. Of course the Ivysaur wouldn't want to leave him regardless of the weather. Well, fine.]

I'll make you some tea.

[There was some strong insistence in his voice, but it accompanied the underlying reassurance that yes, Vinnie would go with him. That would suit the worried mother hen well enough, hopefully.

The Venusaur could always slip out on his own another time when he longed for the cold and altitude. As long as he was keeping busy somehow, whether it was with tea-making or the holiday season, he could put Red from his mind.]

[Bulba sat back a little at that look. It was one that said the other knew him too well, and knew exactly what the Ivysaur's intentions had been. His frozen ears still possessed enough ability to flick back, though the unconscious gesture brought a sharp tingling sensation. Gosh. Fine. Bulba lowered his eyes again with a sigh, yielding.]

... All right.

[The unspoken promise that Vinnie would go with him was enough. He knew he couldn't keep the Venusaur out of the cold. It helped him think. He remembered that. Other trips were fine, but this one... This one was different. With the storm of negative emotions freshly released and at its rawest... This one had scared him a little.

He hadn't been alone. It would be okay. Slowly. Bulba would believe it enough for both of them.

Bulba took Vinnie's hand in his, carefully rousing himself to his feet.]

[Looking satisfied with this response, Vinnie rose as well. Their hand to hand contact was finally broken when he unfurled his fingers from Bulba's in order to dust off all the dirt still covering him.

As nice as it was, the moment was gone. With a task in mind now, it was easy for Vinnie to let go and focus away from his illusions - not thinking how the Ivysaur felt about the abrupt release.

When it was clear that wiping off everything was a lost cause, Vinnie straightened himself back up and glanced at Bulba. Though he said it before, words by themselves didn't feel enough for the gratitude he owed. Hell, he was starting to feel a little embarrassed for it. But he said it again, with more certainty, because he needed to.]

Thank you. For finding me.

[In perhaps more than simply the literal sense of the word.]

[He hadn't been ready for it. There was a rush of nervous energy grasping his chest tightly as the Venusaur abruptly broke the contact. He wanted nothing more than to grab it back, but he knew very well that even if he did, it wouldn't matter. Reality had come crashing back without warning. The lie was over, and in its wake there was only a dull ache.

Even with all of his own reprimands, he had still let himself get caught up in all of it. He was a fool, and he had no one to blame but himself for the sting.

It felt that much colder now.

But still, Bulba managed to smile for him, small and genuine.]

You're welcome.

[He paused.]

... Thank you for letting me.

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