[MINGLE] Worried/Sick 1: Symptoms Manifest & Reaction

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: Anywhere; multiple locations
WHEN: Apx. 13-18 November
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Serious illness and reactions to such

IMPORTANT NOTES: This is the first of two mingles. Please see the timing and general event details here.

Illness Presents and Putting Heads Together will have their own top-levels in this post, but you may make separate top-levels for whatever you like! Anything is welcome, as long as it tangentially relates to the Worried/Sick plot.

Please keep in mind the established plot details, but creative license is welcome and encouraged as long as it doesn't step on toes.

Comments

[nonstopnarcissist]

That- the effect is pretty instantaneous. Tony's shoulders don't tighten so much as loosen, melting into the contact, the support, the promise of affection and kindness. Listing into the idea like a flower to the sun, starved and fragile and infinitely wary of how fickle such a thing can be- but...

He leans into it all the same, eyes fluttering shut. "Oh...that's- that's nice."

[eaglesonofnone]

"It is a promise," Altaïr said, easily taking Tony's weight. "So long as you wish it, Ibni, you will be my son."

With carefully light touches, he stroked Tony's hair back from his face. He was still over-hot and sweating, his hair sticking to his skin in damp curls, and Altaïr knew that it couldn't be comfortable. When his sons had been ill, he'd held their hair, pulling it back while their body fought the sickness. And so here, he did the same.

[nonstopnarcissist]

"Don't think I'll ever...not. Wish it." There was more to the thought, probably. Something about asking him not to make a promise- too many broken for him to really trust it but it slides in and out of his mind before he can grasp it long enough to attempt putting it in words. Plenty slips out of his grasp, consciousness ekes out little by little, leaving him boneless and dozing against Altaïr.

This time when he sleeps? The nightmares aren't quite so terrible.