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glitteringtide) wrote2025-11-25 01:45 am
glitteringtide) wrote2025-11-25 01:45 amopen post
let's get fucked up and die
(i'm speaking figuratively of course)
(i'm speaking figuratively of course)
glitteringtide) wrote2025-11-25 01:45 am
FREE FROM THE EVIL we are
“Didn’t do either of those things. Probably. Pretty sure about one of ‘em, anyway.”
Kerry grins up at Fabian, all wide and dopey-eyed, to try and show him he’s fine.
“Little blood never hurt anyone. Kinda hot. And besides — hungry.”
Tilting his head now to try and lick at Fabian’s hand, if he can reach.
a domain all our own...
He brings his other hand up to catch the blood trickling toward Kerry's eyebrow with his thumb. He's examining how big the gash is when he feels Kerry's tongue on his other hand.
"Hey!" He scoffs, laughing. "Remind me again who is feeding whomst, here?"
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“Uh.”
It’s the vehicular manslaughter Kerry’s pretty sure he didn’t commit — this time — but he avoids answering just to be cheeky. Dopey smile still plastered on his face. He’s happy to see Fabian, okay? Despite the minor car accident.
“More bark than bite,” Kerry mumbles. The gash on his head isn’t terribly large, although the bleeding continues in a trickle. “The cut, I mean. Not me. I’m a biter.”
With that, he’ll nip at Fabian’s hand: dragging his teeth across his palm.
“I can multi-task. Real skilled that way.”
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"Still, your brain lives in here, darling," he taps Kerry's temple. "If you do happen to have one. You should get it checked."
Fabian laughs and playfully clamps his hand over Kerry's mouth to stop his biting.
"For once, I am not the meal, my biter. I'm dessert! What have you brought? Smells like..." He breathes in deeply through his nose. "Pancakes? Waffles?"
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Oh, Kerry’s not at all normal about fingers in mouths. Got his eyes on Fabian’s lips as he sucks on his thumb. Kerry’s thumb soon? He nods to himself. Yeah, Kerry’s fuckin’ thumb soon.
“I got a brain. More interested in checking out your blood thing. You got a blood thing, babe?”
Pursing his lips against Fabian’s hand, now; mumbling an incoherent: “Yeah, I got you your pancakes.”
He puts one hand over Fabian’s — never gonna say no to fingers near his mouth, even if it’s to shut him up — while using the other to awkwardly reach for the food bag. Snapping his fingers like a crab. Catching the handle and tugging the bag up and onto the bed.
Probably spilling syrup inside, but that’s fine. More to lick when they make a mess.
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"I don't think so...? But I am always willing to try new things."
Pancakes, he vaguely makes out. Yes, excellent. He grins and uses his free hand to receive the bag, making a bit of room between them for it. The syrup, mercifully, is in little closed containers. Removing the box of pancakes from the bag, he peers into it.
"Oh-" He laughs, delighted by the little face on the pancakes, which is made even more delightful by being fucked up in transport, now melted and crooked.
"Looks just like you."
WHEEZED @ Fabian’s last bit. Help
Kerry cocks his head, but he’s still smiling real big. Licking a stripe along Fabian’s palm; tongue slipping between his fingers.
There’s a little more blood dripping down his forehead, into his hair. A slow trickle. Unlike Fabian, though, Kerry doesn’t care where his blood gets. Can always get new clothes. New sheets.
Then, mumbled against Fabian’s fingers: “Feed me.”
Hungry, sure, but his interest is more in the whole process. Imagining Fabian with whipped cream all over his fingers. Smearing it across Kerry’s lips. Other parts of him.
Kerry swears he has a brain.
idiot 4 idiot
He doesn't have a handkerchief on him to wipe the blood with, given that he doesn't have anything on him, so he leaves it. He could kiss it...? Wait, does he have a blood thing? Hm. Much to ponder.
Oh! Wait, there are napkins in the food bag. The future is an incredible place. he pulls one out and presses it to Kerry's temple, mopping the blood.
Given the fact that they're in bed, and Kerry evidently has an extreme oral fixation, he's getting the hint that feeding him is not a fork and knife endeavour. He opens one of the syrup containers and pours it on the pancakes, then rips off a small piece with his fingers and brings it to Kerry's lips.
"Here you are, your majesty."
That “eugh” is everything to me
“Hmm. Doctor Fabian.” Kerry’s imagination is getting away from him for about the hundredth time today as Fabian mops up his blood. “Takin’ real good care of me, Doc.”
No utensils allowed: Kerry probably would’ve batted them away.
“Real good care, huh?” Mumbled against Fabian’s fingers. But he won’t be difficult — not about this. Kerry accepts the small bite, lapping at the syrup. After swallowing, he says: “Gimme a bite with chocolate chips.”
Okay, he’ll be a little difficult.
“Now you’re just being cute. But I like it. Can return the favor.”
fabian probably got isekai'd into modern/cyber world i guess
Which... Arguably is a lot of experience, but he wasn't usually the ship's doctor, so it didn't always fall to him. And, well, members of his crew did die at sea, so he's not sure what that says about the kind of doctor he is.
Still, once Kerry's forehead is clean(er), he kisses him on the temple. He is a bit of a caretaker at heart, despite the many other conflicting impressions he gives off, and Kerry has always had the tendency to bring out that side of him (mostly by being a disaster).
He smiles, watching Kerry's mouth as he takes the bite and licks Fabian's fingers. He ghosts his nails across his lip before pulling another piece off, this one with a dollop of whipped cream and a chocolate chip melted on it.
"I was being sarcastic, you brat," he teases as he feeds him the second bite.
"Yes, please do, before I get... What are the kids calling it? Hangry?"