aftercare

[duke_of_illusions]

Barma wakes up an hour or so later, yawning.

Reaching to check on Al right away.

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[al_truism]

Al doesn't answer. He's much more open to suggestion right now, so instead of speaking, he tries to follow him closely.

[duke_of_illusions]

"You walk for some time, until you come across a key in your path. Pick it up, hold it, feel it, then do with it as you will. You keep walking."

He paces his words even and slow.

"Eventually, you come to an obstacle."

[al_truism]

Al's brow creases, but his breathing is deep and regular.

[duke_of_illusions]

"And, in some way, you surmount it, and keep walking along the path.

You come to water."

[al_truism]

Al's shoulders are relaxed again. He has a deep affinity with water, it seems.

[duke_of_illusions]

"Take a moment and do whatever you wish, then come back to me."

[al_truism]

He's gone for perhaps thirty seconds, but his eyes flutter open, relaxed but confused.

[duke_of_illusions]

"What kind of forest was it?"

Curious.

[al_truism]

"Green," he answers carefully. "Just turning to autumn. Touches of gold, orange. Tall and old and deep. Quiet, but with life underneath. Like it was waiting for me to pass, so the small things would be able to creep out of hiding again."

[duke_of_illusions]

"The woods are the world at large, the path your journey through life. What was the key like? What did you do with it?"

[al_truism]

"It was old, antique. Heavy. It was a little dirty when I picked it up but I rubbed it off on my shirt and hung it around my neck, tucked under my jacket."

[duke_of_illusions]

"Family."

He explains, smiling.

"Your obstacle? And solving it?"

[al_truism]

"A swamp. Deep water, snakes swimming through it. I just waded on through after finding a stick to poke through the deep places with."

[duke_of_illusions]

"Life, the road ahead, your sense of self and relationship with your fears. The water? What did you do with it?"

His favourite part.

[al_truism]

"It was a river. Bright and sparkling and filled with fish. I waded in, let it wash me clean, settled down on the larger rocks in the middle. It was very peaceful."

[duke_of_illusions]

"Water is sex. Water is always sex."

Laughing.

"Your dream about me, it makes a great deal of sense, considering how hard you're wrestling with your sexuality right now."

[al_truism]

Al laughs, looking thoughtful.

"... it does make sense. And you know... when I was younger, I'd run away from things. But the river was always my place of comfort. If I was scared or unhappy I'd always find myself there."

He sighs.

"It's the same now, in that figurative sense. Sex is a comfort. I turn to it when I'm feeling insecure."

[duke_of_illusions]

Kissing his forehead, he settles back down over him, possessive and catlike, yawning.

[al_truism]

Al is very content to feel owned, right then. Warm and safe, Barma as his blanket.

"... I ask for it quite a bit from you," he murmurs. "Don't be afraid to tell me no."

[duke_of_illusions]

"Al, you don't ask for very much at all. Just a little human decency."

That's all.

[al_truism]

"Mhm. Sleep, dear. You're still tired."

Al strokes behind his ear, that soft patch of skin.

[duke_of_illusions]

"I'll be up all night if I do."

Standing, with a yawn.

[al_truism]

Al rolls over to put his chin on his folded arms, watching him appreciatively.

[duke_of_illusions]

"It's too late for breakfast in bed, but I can offer you lunch."

Reaching down to stroke his hair back.

[al_truism]

Al sprawls out under his touch like a cat, almost purring.

"If it's light...?"