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Astral Projection event (day 8)

[Those who had been "affected" finally detect a change. It's a sensation of being pulled. Wherever they are, no matter how far from it, they suddenly find themselves forcefully yanked back into their bodies, and the connection is reestablished at long last. All the people that fell a week ago are waking up...]

((Event end! The "affected" are now back in their bodies. ...But if something happened to the body during the week, they have to deal with it. There's no magic healing.))

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[Liquid cradles him against his own body, shaking a little.]

That wasn't enough to kill me. And others were effected who weren't sick. I met them. Not many, but they were there.

[God, it felt good to be able to feel again. He wasn't dreaming, was he?]

It's alright. I'm here now.

[Ocelot isn't sure if it's real either... the nexus had fucked with them already. He has the sense that Liquid might be ripped from his grasp again at any second, so he squeezes tighter... but he can't look at Liquid that way, so he finally pushes back enough that he can keep his hands on him but be able to look him over.]

...Don't you do that again, Liquid...

[He stretches a hand up, stroking clumps of dirt from his hair.]

[Liquid holds onto Ocelot tightly, relieved at last to have the man in his arms again. He's pale, although more from shock than anything else.]

I won't ever let that happen again...

[Ugh. Dirt. But he'll put up with it. He's got bigger issues to deal with.]

I hope you didn't have anything planned. I'm not letting go of you for a while.

Idiot... I'm supposed to say that.

[He sighed, feeling as if a crushing weight was dissolving from his chest. He snuggled against him despite the dirt.]

You should get cleaned up though. I guess I should have left you out to rot longer...

[Liquid burst out laughing. It's hoarse and rare, but he held Ocelot close as he shook with laughter.]

After a week, I'm surprised I wasn't rotting already. Corpses don't usually take that long to degrade. But I seem to be all here.

...c'mon. Let's go home, Adam.

I need to get clean now too. [Despite voicing protest, he nuzzled Liquid and made no move to back away.]

Shit... it's only been a week?

After three days, I...

[Ocelot trailed off, leaning quietly on Liquid.]

[Liquid wrapped his arms around Ocelot's waist, lifting him easily.]

Only? It felt like a lifetime.

[He doesn't want to admit how certain he was that the other Liquid was right, that there was no way back. Or how determined he was to simply keep following Ocelot.]

[Ocelot quietly clung to him a moment longer, then wriggled free, though he kept a hand on his arm.]

...Let's not get the apartment dirty. [He lightly tugged on his wrist, away from the room's door.]

There's a river in this room. You can rinse off, at least.

[Liquid allowed him to tug him towards the river, feeling amused and grateful. Grateful to the Nexus at large, for allowing him back, even in such a horrifying way. His nightmares are going to be plentiful for a while. He kicked off his shoes, tapping them together to get the dirt off, before ignoring Ocelot's words about rinsing off and simply stepping into the water, trousers and all. He disappears beneath for just a moment before returning to the surface and smiling at Ocelot.]

You can rinse off. This is the first thing other than Brother and you that I've had physical contact with in seven days.

[Sensory deprivation wasn't exactly a happy thing.]

[Ocelot watched him from the shore with a focused stare. He paced along the wet rocks and tried not to be unreasonably nervous when Liquid disappeared from sight below the surface.]

...Hm. Liquid takes to water, who knew?

[He waited, watching water cascade over Liquid's firm tanned skin. Then, when Liquid's attention was off of him, he grinned, and spontaneously jumped at him, throwing his arms over his shoulders and dunking him while he splashed into the cold water.]

Edited 2011-04-24 19:15 (UTC)

-Gah!

[He fell backwards slightly, splashing into the water as Ocelot lunged at him. Then without warning he found himself forced underwater. With a startled cry that was silenced by the water, he reflexively wrapped his arms around Ocelot's waist and used his strength to shove him back and dunk him in turn for just a moment. Rising to the surface, he burst out laughing.]

I'm more a desert snake than a water snake, but I do like the water.

[Ocelot thrashed under the cold water, splashing Liquid more. As soon as he could come up, he threw his arms around Liquid, his hands pressing against the sides of his face, smoothing wet hair back to press their lips together, passionate and rushed for lack of breath.]

[Liquid's arms found Ocelot, drew him closer as he kissed him back almost feverishly. It felt good, to have him back in his arms. He needed it. It didn't matter that both of them were soaked or that there was still some dirt caught in his hair. All that mattered was that Ocelot was there.]

[Being cold and soaked was an inconvenience he paid no attention to. He just wanted to be near Liquid so badly that it hurt. He had to see him, touch him... there was a specific desire to worship in Ocelot's character, to find someone who he felt was deserving and give them his life. But with Liquid it went beyond one-sided affection, feeding needs he had pushed away, that he had denied being desperate for.]

[He kissed him hungry, slippery hands gripping the sides of Liquid's face. His motions were desperate, as if he had very little time and couldn't do enough.]

[Liquid drew him flush against him, feeling his heat, his rough movements. And he drew his lips away slightly, enough to speak.]

I'm here. I'll stay with you. I am never going away again. So calm down. Take your time. I'm not going anywhere.

[Then his lips were on Ocelot's again.]

[Ocelot wasn't sure why he felt like crying again. Maybe it was the sting of the cold. He swallowed it back, opting to cling tighter instead.]

[He knew Liquid was there and real, a solid presence he could confirm with his hands. Still, it was oddly painful, the sudden joy after the long sorrow.]

You'd better... or I'll tear this building apart to get you back...

[Liquid's fingers found Ocelot's bandaged hand and he drew it to his lips, kissing the back of it gently.]

Try not to injure yourself while doing so.

[Ocelot shivered slightly, for multiple reasons. He looped his spare arm behind Liquid's waist to anchor himself from the tug of the current.]

[He tried to think of what he would have done with himself if Liquid hadn't returned in just a week, and found difficulty answering himself.]

I don't care what you do, as long as you don't leave.

The sentiment is returned. But I am going nowhere.

[His words were filled with determination. He didn't want to know what Ocelot would have done. Those seven days alone had been unbearable. Seeing Ocelot in so much pain...]

I promised, remember? Even if you want to leave... I won't let you go.

[Those words melted some of the tension. Ocelot kissed him again, slower this time, letting the cold river slowly numb his body and make his movements sluggish.]

[Liquid smiled into the kiss, his hands moving to grasp Ocelot's shoulders. His fingers massagred them lightly, soothingly. His lips were damp and cold from the water, but they were warming up. He seemed entirely unconcerned with the cold water.]

[Ocelot pressed closer for warmth, leaving no more space between their bodies. The contrast made him shiver. His hands slid against Liquid's wet skin, pressing to hold onto him, while his lips brushed over Liquid's mouth and he opened his own to deepen it.]

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