wizardmanor | Floor 5, Room 3

[Ithaqua's eyes grow wide at the invitation. They haven't even done that yet... But he wants to. What took them so long to get to this?

He nods quickly.]

Yes-- [Then, a clearing of his throat. Play it cool, Ithaqua.] I would love to.

[Ithaqua's excitement over the prospect is endearing, earning a light chuckle from Urianger. He might've been more embarrassed to ask if they hadn't participated in some more salacious activities prior to this.]

Very well. [Somewhat reluctantly, he releases himself from Ithaqua and begins to ease himself out of bed.] Then let us make way to the baths. I shall need to make a stop to my room for clean garments on the way.

Give me a moment to gather a change of clothes here, then I shall escort you to your room.

[Ithaqua gives him a peck on the cheek,then crawls out of bed so he can hold out his arms to assist Urianger up into a standing position.]

[The assistance is greatly appreciated, because Urianger finds himself to still be a little wobbly after yesterday's mess. He's able to get his feet firmly planted and stabilize himself while holding onto Ithaqua, though. He should be okay to walk.]

By thy leave, then.

[They do manage to get to the baths without incident, even with all the stairs they had to navigate. Ithaqua almost suggested just flying, but... Well, that wouldn't be a good idea either, he has no idea how brooms can handle two grown men-- because of course he wouldn't just allow Urianger to fly in this condition.

He fusses a little more as he helps Urianger undress-- thankfully no attempts of his surprisingly robust libido to rear its ugly head near Urianger. They're just going to bathe after all.]

Get yourself situated, while I undress myself.

[It's as if they've returned to daily life, and added a new item to their routine.

Though... Ithaqua's forgotten that while Urianger was away, something happened to him. Something that left quite the obvious mark in the form of two short, knobby horns-- antlers?-- on his head, just barely poking through his hair. They become visible when he tugs his clothing off and tamp his hair down after the movements of his hood fluffed it up.]

[It's hard for Urianger to not be at least a little embarrassed by how much he's being fussed over, but he doesn't let it show. He cooperates perfectly well as Ithaqua guides him along. His robes, caked with dried blood, are peeled off with Ithaqua's assistance and his smallclothes follow after he sits to remove them.

He takes a few careful steps down into the bath and allows himself to sink into the soothing warm water with a sigh. This is exactly what his stiff body needed.

Without really thinking about it, he watches Ithaqua undress while he waits for him to join him. Much to his surprise, something unfamiliar appears from the tufts of his lover's hair. He sits up in the bath with a start.]

Ithaqua, thy head... Are those horns?

[Oh... oops. Ithaqua forgot about those. He reaches up and pats them, and he can tell they're definitely visible over his hair. Ithaqua has to cringe.]

They may be-- but they are velveted. [Now completely undressed, he enters the bath next to Urianger and gently pushes him back down so he can relax.]

Only antlers are velveted, so it's safe to say that these are less horns, and more those.

[He doesn't put up any resistance, but he also doesn't take his eyes off of Ithaqua's new appendages.]

Antlers... [Hmmm.] Are they a sign of thy continued transformation?

[Ithaqua did say his monster transformation wasn't anywhere near complete, making the appearance of those tiny antlers most auspicious.]

That is what I can only conclude at this time. [Ithaqua reaches for the water dipper, filling it up and holds it out, silently offering to wash Urianger, and asking permission to do so.]

They appeared suddenly while you were away. It was a surprise, when I hadn't changed in so long.

[Urianger nods in response to the offer, smiling.]

...They are quite cute at this stage, I must admit.

[Sorry Ithaqua, he can't help himself. They'll surely be more fitting of an intimidating monster at some point. For now, though...they're cute, like that of a young buck.]

I don't suppose thou wouldst allow me to touch them?

[Ithaqua makes a face at Urianger, one that says he's about to sulk, he wants to sulk, but he's holding back because that would simply make him look like a child just because they're called... cute. He's not cute! Urianger is silly and biased.

Instead, he buys himself some time by pouring water of Urianger's hair to get it wet. Eventually...]

Once we're done bath, Urianger.

[The mortified expression and subsequent stalling tactics only serve to make Urianger laugh, full of affection. Curses, he's been denied for the time being...whatever will he do...]

Shall I hold thee to thy word?

[He pushes his wet bangs back behind his ears to help Ithaqua along.]

[Ithaqua gives a put-upon sigh.]

Yes, dear. Now let me bathe you properly.

[He pours more water over Urianger, really soaking his hair, then moving onto the rest of his body. It's clear he's accustomed to this. Caretaking as a whole.]

[Ithaqua is not beating the cuteness allegations...but Urianger does relent.]

Of course.

[With that, he falls silent to simply take it all in. Ithaqua really does seem adept at this. For him, it's...completely unfamiliar. He no longer remembers his very early years of life when his parents bathed him. The furthest reaches of his memory are of him taking care of himself. Once he was adopted into Moenbryda's family, he was too old for that sort of parental activity. Yet here he is, almost thirty summers old, being taken care of by his beloved whom he never in his entire lifetime would have imagined crossing paths with.

Fate works in mysterious ways, indeed.]

[Ithaqua takes his time, not feeling hurried by the need to tend to Urianger's wounds-- such is the wonder of magic, and he's glad to have learned how to brew good potions before this happened. Though he does look up at Urianger's face on occasion to chceck if he's feeling any way.

Thankfully, he doesn't see to be.

When he reaches the wrist holding his gift, Ithaqua turns Urianger's arm so he can press a kiss to the back of his lover's hand. Innocent, affectionate, before he moves on.]

How are you feeling?

[The most Ithaqua might see on Urianger's face is an expression of contemplation while he enjoys this little act of intimacy, but he occasionally breaks from it to smile back at his lover.

The kiss, well...it's such a sweet gesture that his heart skips a beat. It takes a lot for him hold back leaning in for a kiss of his own, but he'll be patient. Ithaqua's still working.]

Better by the moment. 'Tis not only the physical grime of yesterday's events that hath been washed away by thy touch.

Thank thee, Ithaqua, this is most soothing.

This is the least I can do for you, Urianger. [He's not going to dip down in the water to wash Urianger, though. That is fine enough for now.

Instead, Ithaqua is dipping down for himself, to get himself wet from head to toe. And now he can lean against his lover out of the sheer desire to keep contact with him.]

I shall make you breakfast later.

[That's fair. He can get the rest of himself while Ithaqua washes himself. Just this much is so, so nice.

He leans back against Ithaqua, taking one of his hands underneath the water and gently burying himself in his lover's wet curls...while minding the antlers, of course.]

I look forward to sampling thy cooking...provided we find it within ourselves to leave the bath. 'Tis heavenly like this.

[A warm, soothing bath and the touch of his boyfriend? There's nothing like it, really.]

[Ithaqua nuzzles into the hand, like a spoiled pet demanding more pets.]

We must leave eventually... lest our skin become too soft, and your body start demanding sustenance. [That doesn't stop him from wrapping his arms around his lover though-- gingerly, of course, making sure to avoid still-healing spots.]

I've already ideas on what to feed you... and at the very least you don't need any of the gruel for those who are ill. [He's going to make sure that Urianger is well-fed after the journey, he must have used up so much magic.

Later. For now, he'll enjoy the moment.]

Edited 2024-06-19 11:49 (UTC)

Floor 5, Room 3

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one more timeskip huhuhu

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