 05:01:15 Blaze Same Angel, except it was my old gelding recently :(
Imp
He goes for a nap in an hour or so then I can enjoy ~peace~ |
04:58:15 Imp/Impie ~ Blakes
Yikes- I would not be able to survive, lol |
04:58:03 (AC) Angel 🐈| The day I had to euthanize my older cat, I wanted to be euthanized as well. I was broken |
04:57:12 Blaze Imp
That mixed with my toddlers annoying cartoons are driving me insane xD |
04:56:08 Imp/Impie ~ Blaze
That is such a mood, xD |
04:55:50 Rapcoon | Jester 04:55:40 Imp/Impie| Hm.. does Imp or Impie sound better? xD |
04:55:39 Rapcoon | Jester glacier
I think it's infinite, pretty one of Connally's accounts is at 10k levels |
04:55:12 Blaze| Ugh I am way too tired to function please euthanise me |
04:54:33 (AC) Angel 🐈| Now wondering how many levels are in Explore |
04:53:00 Rapcoon | Jester | using a tablet sideways for HEE feels like those McDonald's ordering kiosks 💀 |
04:52:49 Imp/Impie ~ Fern
Oh? Haven`t seen them around, lol |
04:52:12 Tobi 👻 -HEE Click-
AD HAS to fight me. She's lucky her training is good enough lol |
04:51:56 Myth/Crowley/Grinch KPH
I'd say bite me but... |
04:51:24 Rapcoon | Jester | shush mythy I can't spell |
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Sage had lay on the bed while Jora went and got ready for bed, just taking a few moments to breathe. They'd been working all day, and now it was getting later. The bed was surprisingly comfortable too, considering it was old, but he was certainly glad of it. When Jora say down next to him, he glanced over at her with a happy hum. "It seems crazy we're really here," he noted after a moment, shifting to rest against her leg lightly. He wasn't sure if she still wanted to sleep with him....it wasn't like they'd done anything intimate or anything yet....nothing more than a quick kiss here or there. But she could sleep separately if she'd wanted. She only made up one bed though, so one could hope she'd still stay with him. He had to admit, he did trust her, and the idea of getting more intimate with her had grown on him a little bit. He wasn't sure how she felt about it....and goodness knows he'd need her to be patient with him, and not just in the context of intimacy of course. But he did wonder if it ever crossed her mind. Because for whatever reason, coming here and making this house theirs....it made him think being with her wouldn't be such a bad thing. |
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Jora sat down beside Sage, feeling the warmth of the bed beneath them. She could hear his hum, low and content, and she couldn't help but smile softly at the sound. His words lingered in the air, and a quiet sigh escaped her as she leaned back against the pillows. "Yeah... it's kind of surreal, isn't it?" she murmured, her fingers brushing through the sheets absentmindedly. She could feel his shift beside her, the way he rested against her leg. It wasn’t lost on her that he seemed unsure, that there was a quiet hesitation in the air. He had always been thoughtful, maybe a little more cautious than most. Jora glanced down at him, watching the subtle uncertainty that danced in his eyes. She shifted, propping herself up slightly, her fingers grazing the side of his face. "I don't think we have to rush anything, Sage," she said softly, the words almost a whisper in the dim light of the room. "But... I want to be here with you." She paused, her thumb tracing his jawline gently. "I’m not going anywhere." Her heart beat a little faster in her chest, not from nerves but from the trust she felt between them. It had always been there, steady and strong, even if they hadn’t crossed that line yet. The idea of it didn’t feel so scary anymore—not with him. She wasn’t sure if he felt the same way, but she wanted him to know that he didn’t have to be afraid of taking things slow. Patience wasn’t something she'd ever mind offering to him. "I think... maybe it’s just about us being here, together," she added, her voice steady. "And seeing where things go, in time." |
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Sage had hummed softly in response to her comment, agreeing with the words she's used. He wasn't sure he'd ever get completely used to it. It was odd, how you could want something so desperately for so long, and when it finally happened to you....well, it was all like a dream. Like he'd wake up back in that room, on the ship. But he wasn't going to wake up to that, and he was glad of it. He blinked up at her when she rolled over, laying down next to him, leaning into her touch lightly. He appreciated her words, more than she'd ever know. "I know," he murmured lightly, nodding and offering her a soft, alibet somewhat shy smile. "But...I don't think I'd mind doing anything with you," he admitted, meeting her eyes steadily. Admitting it made his heart seem to leap up and run around his chest, a light blush appearing on his face. But he meant it, he really did. Hopefully, she'd have felt the same way. And he had to admit he was glad they were alone...if anything did happen it would have been hard to keep it private, with the whole rest of the crew there. |
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Jora's heart thumped, something warm and a little wild stirring inside her chest at Sage's words. She hadn't expected him to be so open, so vulnerable. There was a softness in his voice that she couldn't help but respond to, a tenderness in his expression that made her want to reach out and close the distance even more. His shy smile made her own lips twitch up, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She couldn't help but feel a quiet thrill at the idea that he felt the same way. The air between them had shifted, charged with something unspoken, but understood all the same. For a moment, she just watched him, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the bedspread beside him as she gathered her thoughts. It wasn’t often that Sage opened up like this, and Jora knew, deep down, that she wanted to be the one he trusted with that vulnerability. "I'm glad," she murmured softly, her voice just above a whisper. "I think... I think I'd like that too." The words slipped out more easily than she'd expected, but there was truth in them. There was a connection between them, something that made everything else seem distant, even the constant hum of the ship around them. Jora shifted closer, not needing to say more. She could feel it—could sense the moment between them, fragile but real. It was the kind of thing she'd never thought she'd find. And yet here it was, laid out in front of them, waiting for them to step into it together. She leaned her head against his shoulder, her breath quiet, content. "Let's not rush anything," she said softly, her voice steady but filled with something deeper. "We don't have to figure it all out right now." And, honestly, she meant it. There was time. There always had been time, even if it had taken a while to realize it. |
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Sage couldn't help but grin over at her when she smiled in reaction to his comment. Good...that meant she wasn't completely opposed to the idea of something happening between them. He chuckled softly when she said she'd like it too, nodding slightly. "No ...we have all the time we want," he hummed, moving to crawl under the covers after a moment, then curling back up with her once she'd joined him. They were tired tonight. They didn't want to rush anything. That was fine ....jumping right into things probably would t work out super well. But ...he couldn't help but hope that maybe soon, something would happen. Maybe once the house was done. He wasn't sure....but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted it. He wanted her to be the one he'd slept with. Not any of the others. He wanted her to claim him, in a way he supposed. Maybe it was stupid, but he wanted to be hers, in the same way he wanted her to be his. He wanted a relationship, a real one. A family. He wasn't sure how they'd ever get legally married out here, if it ever came to that....but that was another days question to answer. |
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Jora smiled softly as Sage spoke, the warmth of his words settling into her chest. He had a way of making her feel safe, like nothing else mattered but the space they shared in that moment. She liked that. More than she had expected, actually. She watched him crawl under the covers, a gentle quiet settling between them as she joined him, curling up beside him. It felt right. All of it. His words lingered in her mind, the idea of "time" passing between them. She wanted to believe him, that there was no rush, that they could take things slow. But part of her—some deeper, unspoken part—didn't want to wait forever. There was something between them, something that felt like it was only growing stronger, and the thought of being with him, truly with him, filled her with a quiet ache. She could sense the quiet hope in him, even if he didn't say it aloud. The way he spoke, the way his hand reached for hers as they lay there, it told her more than words ever could. And she didn't want to disappoint him, didn't want to let fear or uncertainty stop them from moving forward. The idea of a family, of a real future, was something she'd never dared dream of before. But with Sage... it didn’t feel impossible. She rested her head against his chest, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calm her. If this was the start of something, of a life together, she wasn’t sure she was ready to name it just yet, but for the first time in a long while, it felt like the beginning of something real. And that thought, that small seed of hope, made her heart beat just a little faster. |
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Sage had curled up happily, fingers moving to run through her hair absentmindedly as she curled in for the night. It was nice to be able to have a home, even if it was falling apart a little bit. He'd nailed wood over the girls and replaces some things, but there was more work to be done on the outside of the house. But tomorrow, that was for the inside. He fell asleep thinking about how he wanted to decorate the house. How to make it truly feel like home. And....still thinking a decent bit about what sleeping with her might be like. Maybe it was weird, but he'd never actually slept with someone he loved....he wondered what it was like. He had to admit he had some high hopes about it, however. But that wouldnt happen, at least not tonight. And that was ok. (Might be fun to have that wind up happening tomorrow at some point, lol...idk lmk what you think) |
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(decorating the house?) Jora lay still, listening to Sage’s slow, steady breathing beside her, the warmth of his body radiating through the thin fabric between them. She could tell he was awake, his thoughts a little too restless to be fully at ease, even if his body seemed relaxed. She’d seen that look before—deep in his mind, trying to figure out what the future held, how to make things better. His presence beside her felt comforting, familiar, yet... there was something else. She caught his gaze on her earlier, like a spark of curiosity, something unspoken. She knew what he was thinking about. It was hard not to. She could feel the tension in his chest, the way his fingers occasionally brushed against hers as if testing the waters, like he was afraid of taking the next step. She wished she could tell him it didn’t have to be complicated, but she wasn’t sure she had the words. There were too many things in her own heart that didn’t make sense yet, too many things she’d buried too deep to let anyone close. Not even Sage, though, strangely, he was someone who made it tempting to do so. The house, his plans, his thoughts about what could be—those were distractions for him. A way to focus his mind on something he could fix, rather than face the bigger question. What would it feel like to be with someone like him, to give herself fully and not hold anything back? She had an idea, but she was too afraid to admit it. The night would end like all the others, with a gentle pull of distance, but maybe... maybe tomorrow would be different. |
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(maybe. Like he's painting or something and has paint on his face and she wipes it off, etc etc. or after, once they're done. Idk. Attempting to brainstorm lol) Sage fell asleep a while after that, and surprisingly he didn't dream at all. It was certainly welcome...though that seemed to be happening less and less as time went on. It was strange for sure, but he definitely wasn't going to complain about it. He'd take a good sleep whenever and wherever he could get it, that had been one thing that hadn't changed. He woke up the next morning, shifting slightly and trying his face in Joras chest with a groan, not ready to face the sunlight or get up quite yet. He reLly wasn't a morning person, and she'd figured that one out a while ago....and now that he was in a home rather than the place in the ship he'd been left in he really didn't want to get up. He knew she found it amusing, of course, but he didn't really care. Besides, he was warm, and comfortable, and he rather liked the feeling of getting to be lazy now and again. Not always having work to do. He was excited to decorate though, so eventually he rolled onto his back with a sigh, running a hand over his face as he actually attempted to wake up. |
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(What if Jora falls off a ladder while putting something/fixing something on the roof and Sage catches her?) Jora smiled softly at the familiar weight of Sage shifting against her, his face tucked against her chest, the warmth of his body a comforting presence. She could tell he wasn’t ready to face the world yet; it was clear in the way he groaned, unwilling to leave the safety of their bed. She had come to know his patterns well, including his less-than-morning-person tendencies. It amused her, honestly. She always found it endearing how much he hated the mornings, especially now that they were in a space that actually felt like home. The ship had always been so cold, so impersonal. Here, with the soft sheets and quiet of the house, there was a warmth he seemed to embrace—maybe more than he even realized. She stroked his hair gently as he rolled over, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. There was something about the way he tried so hard to avoid facing the day that made her laugh inwardly. He didn’t have to rush, though. She liked these quiet moments, even if they were just the start of what would be another busy day. "You know," she said with a teasing glint in her voice, "you don’t have to get up right away if you’re not ready. But we do have a lot to decorate." She leaned over, brushing a few strands of his hair back from his forehead. "Besides, I’m happy to stay here with you for a little longer." |
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