(open) someone's persistent gaze can be felt from the keyhole inside the machine

[immortalpoet]

WHO: Vergilius immortalpoet and YOU
WHAT: October catch-all where Vergilius has a Bad Time (TM)
WHERE: Everywhere and anywhere
WHEN: October
WARNINGS: Body horror like WHOAH, violence, blood, gore... will update with specifics if need be (OPT-OUT POST for general Project Moon triggers) also please DM me if you want a closed prompt!!

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[limbical]

Hate to tell you this, but you made sure you're stuck with me. What with the whole barging into my apartment and making sure I had my shit together and all.

[Well, there's other stuff too, but that had been a clear sign that Vergilius at least thought decently of his medical skills. That they are needed. Everything else is just... after.]

[immortalpoet]

Can't a person worry if their local doctor isn't feeling well? I'm merely doing a public service. Who else is going to rip off your door?

[With the kind of smirk that suggests a wonderful level of smugness behind the dry tone.]

[...The flowers seem so quiet now, he realizes. Maybe its because his attention is entirely focused on the other man.]

[limbical]

Ha. Well, I can think of worse.

[It is quiet. Better than cruel secrets and inner thoughts whispered from their minds to each other. And though he's still getting used to letting himself be so vulnerable with others, Daan doesn't think he's regretted it.

He stands up, brushing off his trousers before offering his hand to Vergilius.]

C'mon. Let's get out of here. Grab a drink or something with me.

[immortalpoet]

[The offered hand makes him remember that time in the hall of mirrors. When his head had been full of light, when he held the man's hand like a lifeline.]

[It's different now...right?]

[He hesitates. A brief moment. And then, as if to spite himself, he reaches out to grasp onto it.]

Alright. Doctor's orders.

[This is a mistake. He still makes it. Can't help it, really.]

[limbical]

[It isn't the same as having their fingers intertwined, but-- well, that's fine. All of that had been under Sylvian's influence anyway. Even if he finds himself missing it too.

This is enough, he says to himself.

He grips Vergilius' hand, and helps him up.]

You'd be a real lucky guy to get a prescription for alcohol.

Anyway, let's go.

[immortalpoet]

But doctor. I have an alcohol deficiency...

[Yeah, yeah.]

[Time to go get that drink, needed or not. More likely the former. With Daan, it could be more of the latter. But he won't unpack that. Not now. Maybe never. His hand lingers on Daan's, before he pulls back, with mild reluctance.]

[Here there be dragons.]

Lead the way.