[ About a fortnight after Matt and David meet up in the Diamond District, a small package arrives at David's apartment: a box wrapped in brown paper. Inside, there's a small glass pot and a tiny vial. Each one has its own note, attached with string.
The glass pot is full of something pale-green and creamy. Its card bears the following message in somewhat spidering penmanship: ]
MOISTURIZER Use on face. It seemed to make my skin softer, so it should ideally work the same for you. Haven't noticed any complications from overuse, but I would advise using only a small amount per day.
[ The vial turns out to actually be a perfume sample bottle, filled with a luminous liquid. Its card says: ]
DRUGS This looks like perfume but it's a drug (Euforia). Spritz on for fun + to generate way more Manna than usual for a little bit. Vial contains 3 uses.
[David's confused when he first gets the package, not quite sure what it might be until he actually opens it and reads the note attached to each piece. There's no name attached, but he does at least know who this is from. So he sends a text to Matt.]
Thanks for the skincare-and-drugs care package. I appreciate you specifying where I should apply the moisturizer.
Let me know if you ever want to share the other bottle.
Hey david I'm not sure how to put this but I had a really great time navigating a messy, confusing, pink-aura induced kink minefield with you the other night If you ever want to close your eyes and pretend you're romancing ryan reynolds again I'm game
Oh and you might want to toss your kitchen dishrag in the laundry
[ After this thread, David might notice a few invaders in his sanctum. A small figurine has been painted in red and black to look like Deadpool. This time the small toy is found seemingly trapped (or perhaps humping) between the thumb and forefinger of that brassy hand decorating his coffee table.
Over time, more of these will start to appear in his apartment. David might find another standing on top of his fridge some days later. ]
First David has this dream about Wade being his old unscarred self, showing up in the motel room and asking David to be his boyfriend.
If that didn't leave him fucking shook enough, he then proceeded to find tiny Deadpool figurines in two places in his apartment. The first he dismissed as something Wade must have left the last time he was here. Cute. He snaps a picture of it. The second one he finds a few days later, reaching for the cereal container atop his refrigerator, and he knows that wasn't there yesterday.]
Heyyyy. You wouldn't happen to have broken into my apartment again, would you?
[David is in bed with the curtains drawn, and he blinks at his phone when it goes off, reaching out groggily to see who it is. And of course it's Wade.
[ Wade's day starts very early, but it has to if he's going to have everything ready in time for when David wakes up. He's made Noctium's answer to the humble mimosa using equivalent ingredients — the drink turns out a light lilac in color as a result, but it's fine! The pancakes are thick and wobby, shaped into hearts and made with lots of egg whites to make them extra thicc and jiggly. The syrup is actual, real Canadian maple syrup that cost him a small fortune. Bacon is whatever Noctium thinks it is, and coffee that he made from David's own stock.
The only thing that might be a problem is what he's wearing when David's woken up with breakfast in bed. He's dressed up in a frilly apron lined with embroidered hearts that look suspiciously hand-stitched and... nothing else. Across his breast is cross-stitched a message: I'm yours, you're mine. We're Valentines!
It's embarrassing. ]
Morning, sleepyhead!
[ Definitely nothing else. It doesn't take much to see what, not when he plants his disfigured derriere down on the bed and hedges David in with a tray laden with homemade goodies. ]
[David isn't expecting anything. He's so rarely had anyone to spend Valentine's Day with that he stopped remembering when it was coming around years ago, mostly out of stubborn determination to stop spending the day feeling bitter and lonely. But now, that works in Wade's favor, because with zero expectations, David's completely taken off-guard when he's woken up on a random weekday to breakfast in bed.]
Mmm— wha'sthis?
[Blinking owlishly down at the tray, David slowly sits up in bed, his gaze going from the food to the man bearing it. No, more importantly—]
[David's reaching for the almond milk for his morning coffee when something on his fridge catches his eye. Slowly, the door closes and he takes in the little doodle stuck to the front. The corner of his mouth lifts in a little smirk as he looks at it before turning over and reading the back.
Wade gets a text a few minutes later.]
Got your note. Very cute. When did you sneak that little treasure into my apartment?
It takes her a while to get on board with the idea of heading to Lumisade. It's not that she doesn't want to help-- but after the better part of a year, maybe she's realized that rushing blindly into mysterious situations here is as likely to hurt as help. Or maybe she's still getting over a bit of embarrassment at having gone a little wild under Moonstone's influence. It's not that she regrets it, but under the circumstances, heading off to a new place to try and generate some Manna for them feels like... Well, she's had her fill of that in Haustram.
(Maybe she's just unenthused about another long air voyage.)
But the month wears on, and things get predictably weird, but at least disaster doesn't strike as precipitously as it often does here. And eventually she finds a reason to want to get out of town for a bit-- not that she'd ever admit to that, because obviously she's Fine, obviously-- so off to the frozen continent of mystery she goes.
Her sapphire gem means cold weather doesn't tend to bother her, and it turns out Tundre is full of cozy, warm taverns and businesses anyway... Which turns out to be a good thing. Maybe she'd been hoping for another month as a selkie, but Noctium keeps its strange schedule, and its sense of humor-- and she finds herself cold-blooded, out in the cold.
She expects it to be miserable. Actually, she feels great; every place she goes is warm and cozy, she's able to find someone willing to put together a four-armed sweater from some kind of local wool; even brief slithers from place to place are brisk and bracing rather than miserable and freezing. Who could've guessed.
And it's on one of her evening sidewinds through the town that she tries a new place, spots a familiar face, winning a bright smile from her as she crosses the room to join him.
"Ssmall talk about the weather is probably played out, right?"
She greets him brightly, drawing her coils close around her so she doesn't block the whole room.
David's Canadian, so while he's not necessarily a huge fan of the cold, he's happy to endure it for a cozy getaway from city life. The fact that he's currently huge and covered in fur and feathers certainly helps; the body heat radiating off his huge, feline lower half could heat several people. Which is annoying, because people keep sort of sidling up to him in this tavern to stroke his wings, or run their hands over his glossy coat, or touch his paws—
"Hey. No toe beans, none of that," he's snapping at yet another handsy stranger when he recognizes the voice over his shoulder. David turns, his huge, fluffy black ears perking forward from their position laid flat against his head when he recognizes Scully— different configuration, same friend.
"Ugh, hi. Probably, but even weather talk is better than being a living petting zoo." He reaches out to give her a quick hug, pulling his lower half up to sit on his haunches. "How are you?"
special delivery
The glass pot is full of something pale-green and creamy. Its card bears the following message in somewhat spidering penmanship: ]
MOISTURIZER
Use on face. It seemed to make my skin softer, so it should ideally work the same for you. Haven't noticed any complications from overuse, but I would advise using only a small amount per day.
[ The vial turns out to actually be a perfume sample bottle, filled with a luminous liquid. Its card says: ]
DRUGS
This looks like perfume but it's a drug (Euforia). Spritz on for fun + to generate way more Manna than usual for a little bit. Vial contains 3 uses.
text; un: d.rose
Thanks for the skincare-and-drugs care package. I appreciate you specifying where I should apply the moisturizer.
Let me know if you ever want to share the other bottle.
text; un: unsaphir
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text un: deadpool
I'm not sure how to put this but I had a really great time navigating a messy, confusing, pink-aura induced kink minefield with you the other night
If you ever want to close your eyes and pretend you're romancing ryan reynolds again I'm game
Oh and you might want to toss your kitchen dishrag in the laundry
un: d.rose
Yes, that was fun. I'd love if I could let you into my apartment myself the next time.
Pretty sure I'd know if I was romancing Ryan Reynolds, my sister dated him for four months in between Scarlett and Blake.
...I'm not going to ask questions.
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text un: deadpool
hey dollface
do you have a costume or a mask or something?
un: d.rose
Hi. No I don't. Why do you ask?
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un: acala
[ What with the whole turning into a monster business. ]
un: d.rose
I spent a week turning into a horrific floating torso, could have definitely done without that.
Thanks for asking.
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After Nov 25
Over time, more of these will start to appear in his apartment. David might find another standing on top of his fridge some days later. ]
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First David has this dream about Wade being his old unscarred self, showing up in the motel room and asking David to be his boyfriend.
If that didn't leave him fucking shook enough, he then proceeded to find tiny Deadpool figurines in two places in his apartment. The first he dismissed as something Wade must have left the last time he was here. Cute. He snaps a picture of it. The second one he finds a few days later, reaching for the cereal container atop his refrigerator, and he knows that wasn't there yesterday.]
Heyyyy. You wouldn't happen to have broken into my apartment again, would you?
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Dec 11th, probably earlier than David would like
look out your window!
[ Someone's excited about all this frozen white shit falling from the sky. ]
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🙄🥰]
why
are you out there
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text | un: unsaphir | backdated to sometime in dec
are you at all interested in hearing the wildest gay shit that just happened
Um: d.rose
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1/6?
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The romantic kind.
Obviously not this kind. 🔪
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...What DID you have in mind?
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backdated to Jan 28
do you own any swimming trunks
or like anything that stops above the knee that isn't a kilt
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Not currently? I can buy some.
Why do you ask?
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action;
The only thing that might be a problem is what he's wearing when David's woken up with breakfast in bed. He's dressed up in a frilly apron lined with embroidered hearts that look suspiciously hand-stitched and... nothing else. Across his breast is cross-stitched a message: I'm yours, you're mine. We're Valentines!
It's embarrassing. ]
Morning, sleepyhead!
[ Definitely nothing else. It doesn't take much to see what, not when he plants his disfigured derriere down on the bed and hedges David in with a tray laden with homemade goodies. ]
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Mmm— wha'sthis?
[Blinking owlishly down at the tray, David slowly sits up in bed, his gaze going from the food to the man bearing it. No, more importantly—]
What are you wearing?
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text; god.ofthunder
un: d.rose
Oh?
Me, or my beautiful ass?
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stuck on his fridge with a magnet, note on back
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm stuck on you
Like gum on your shoe
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Wade gets a text a few minutes later.]
Got your note. Very cute.
When did you sneak that little treasure into my apartment?
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text; un: starbuck
I was wondering if you'd like to come split a bottle of wine and politely not laugh about how awkward this text message is.
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Hi yourself. Love to. Can't promise I won't smirk a little, though.
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text - un; poughkeepsie
you like pie?
un: d.rose
why, are you giving me baked goods?
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sometime during transformation week; un: knicksfan1961
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un: deadpool
Two men broke into a drugstore and stole all Viagra or Viagra-adjacent products!
Local authorities put out an alert to be on the lookout for two hardened criminals.
un: d.rose
did you spend all morning coming up with that pun or did you steal it off the internet
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Anything I should know about what goes where?
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[Joking, he's joking.]
I could tell you, and make you struggle with it all yourself
I could also just come show you and possibly maybe lend a hand.
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backdated to November monster week
(Maybe she's just unenthused about another long air voyage.)
But the month wears on, and things get predictably weird, but at least disaster doesn't strike as precipitously as it often does here. And eventually she finds a reason to want to get out of town for a bit-- not that she'd ever admit to that, because obviously she's Fine, obviously-- so off to the frozen continent of mystery she goes.
Her sapphire gem means cold weather doesn't tend to bother her, and it turns out Tundre is full of cozy, warm taverns and businesses anyway... Which turns out to be a good thing. Maybe she'd been hoping for another month as a selkie, but Noctium keeps its strange schedule, and its sense of humor-- and she finds herself cold-blooded, out in the cold.
She expects it to be miserable. Actually, she feels great; every place she goes is warm and cozy, she's able to find someone willing to put together a four-armed sweater from some kind of local wool; even brief slithers from place to place are brisk and bracing rather than miserable and freezing. Who could've guessed.
And it's on one of her evening sidewinds through the town that she tries a new place, spots a familiar face, winning a bright smile from her as she crosses the room to join him.
"Ssmall talk about the weather is probably played out, right?"
She greets him brightly, drawing her coils close around her so she doesn't block the whole room.
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"Hey. No toe beans, none of that," he's snapping at yet another handsy stranger when he recognizes the voice over his shoulder. David turns, his huge, fluffy black ears perking forward from their position laid flat against his head when he recognizes Scully— different configuration, same friend.
"Ugh, hi. Probably, but even weather talk is better than being a living petting zoo." He reaches out to give her a quick hug, pulling his lower half up to sit on his haunches. "How are you?"
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