Log: Complete

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

When; April 15 (Titanic Curse)
Rating; PG13 (profanity)
Characters; Boy Blue playstheblues, the Corinthian bitingnightmare
Summary; After the hypothermia has set in, not even Officer Lowe would think they're alive.
Log;

[After the temperature drops, even nightmares have to succumb to hypothermia. His body is shut down like all the others. But he's not dead, only unconscious. He doesn't feel the water around his body that slowly starts to shift in waves of fabric.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[It's cold. Blue knows that, and he's dead, right? Dead. It's still cold. Is that his mother? She's beautiful, even when she looks really pissed. He's about to say something when everything hurts. He can't be dead if it hurts, right?

His mouth opens, and he's protesting. It's more of a scream than a real protest, though. It really hurts.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[The screaming died down hours ago in the water. Who is screaming now? Cori flashes his teeth eyes open and rolls, crashing to the floor of their... bedroom?]

What the fuck!?

[He still feels cold, his muscles slower than usual, but his body temperature is back to normal.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[He's awake now, and he's not screaming. A gourd filled with a blue Star Baby is moving towards him with surprising alacrity]

Hurts, hurts, toes, fingers, sh-sh-shit!

S-s-s-so cold!

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

.... Hey.

[The gourd gets to Blue before he does.]

Blue, Blue, it's okay.

[Moving to touch him--shit he is cold. Scoop!]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[There's a trill from inside the gourd, and Gordon goes flying as the Star Baby takes it off and curls in Blue's arms. Blue, in response, curls in Cori's.]

S-s-s-so c-c-c-old.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Glare at the Star Baby, but he deposits both Blue and Bluthulu into the tub. He pulls all of Blue's clothes off. Funny Edwardian fashion, that... and drain plugged, water on! He keeps it warm so as not to scald his skin.]

Here.

[Towel rubbing over his head to dry his hair. And he turns the shower on too, this one scalding hot to steam the bathroom.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

{Bluthulu sits with Blue; he seems pacified.]

Hot. So hot.

[But he doesn't move. He just dries his hair]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[The shower is separate from the tub, but it's doing a good job of steaming!]

You just sit here okay?

[Pet pet, rub rub, glare at Bluthulu, then he runs back down to the kitchen.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[curls and nods. Bluthulu sings a little]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[When he comes back the tub is half full. See this mug? It is full of hot chocolate, which he has cooled to make sure Blue doesn't scald his tongue! Offering.]

Drink this.

[Glare at the Star Baby.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Drinks]

Cori...

Cori, I think I died.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

It was just a curse, baby.

[Sitting on the edge of the tub, turning the water off when it's almost full. He lets the shower keep steaming.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Shaking, not from the cold. Bluthulu extends a tentacle, and sings Blue Skies very softly]

I've never...I never...

Just a curse.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

It's okay, Blue...

[Hand to his shoulder, rubbing it. He's still in his own Edwardian garb.]

You're not dead, that's all that matters.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Not dead.

[takes a deep breath]

Not dead.

....

[holds Bluthulu]

....why am I always a virgin?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Leaning in to kiss his cheek.]

You're alive--

[Er... stare at Blue. Scratch to the back of his head.]

I don't know... it's based on true facts...?

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Frown, and plays with Bluthulu's tentacles]

Maybe.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

It's not that bad...

[Kiss to his cheek again.]

Right?

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

At least I was with you.

[kiss]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

At least.

[Another kiss.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Trill! And Bluthulu comes out of the water and squirm-wiggles away]

I'm not dead.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

....

[Staring at the thing and how it seems to have free reign of the apartment. Tch.]

No, you're not. And you wouldn't be, you're a fable.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't...you wouldn't let me die.

[drinks his hot chocolate and holds Cori's hand]

I would have just fallen asleep.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

No, I wouldn't.

[Squeeze to Blue's hand. The trumpet's somewhere in the bedroom, but he remembers the short staccato playing.]

Are you feeling better?

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Nods]

I am.

[stands, and grabs for a towel]

I want my trumpet.