Log; ongoing

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

When; Thursday April 24th, 2am
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Boy Blue playstheblues and The Corinthian bitingnightmare
Summary; Blue wakes up to see a nightmare over him.
Log;

[Blue stirs, feeling someone slip into bed with him. It's late, and he's tired, but he's worried, too.]

Cori?

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[arms around Cori's neck]

Thank you for coming to find me.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Close to Blue, forehead to forehead. His eyeteeth can gnash his pretty gaze any moment, but Blue knows he never would.]

Thank you for sticking around to be found.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Can...you stay home tomorrow?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Nodding against him.]

I'll stay home tomorrow, baby.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[crawling up into his lap]

Thanks.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Cradling a Blue.]

Don't worry about it.

[Another warm kiss.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Kiss]

I spent two hundred years feeling like I was going to die from being alone.

I found you.

....that's enough, right?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

That's your call, Blue.

[But his gesture of holding him tighter says "Yes."]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

...I'm scared of losing more people.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Blue... I know you'll reach out to more people than I ever will, and you'll keep forging friendships till the day you die.

[However soon or far that is.]

This sounds like a fucking cliché, but don't be afraid to be scared. People love you, it's not going to be all your fault.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I'm just tired.

[Leans his head on Cori's shoulder]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I know. I'm tired too.

[But not of Blue. Another kiss to his temple.]

Do you want to go home?

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Nods a little]

Yes, please.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Scooping him up, headphones and all, to the Vespa. Cori insists on driving.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[Clinging onto him, and when they arrive]

I'm sorry I have to leave.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Blue.

[Stopping at the front door to cup his cheek.]

Don't be sorry for wanting to protect the things you love.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

The only think I've managed to not mess up by protecting is you, Cori.

...and yet...

[holds his palm to his cheek]

I can't forget my duty to Fabletown. I don't want the glory anymore. I just want everyone to be safe. I just want to play my trumpet.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Give yourself some credit. I know the stories.

[From what Blue's told him anyway, Ruby Lake to Manhattan. Thumb rubbing his cheek.]

I understand, Blue.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I'm trying.

I'm just a little blue, Cori. I'll be fine.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

A little?

[Looking him down and up. Blue clothes and all. He opens the door for Blue.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

You know what I mean.

[He's not just a little blue. He's very blue.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Arm across the doorway to halt Blue from entering their home, just for a moment. He leans in to kiss him.]

I love you.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I love you too, Cori.

[Gives him a kiss back]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Long sweet kiss is long and sweet. Then he moves his arm and ushers Blue in.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[He goes inside, and looks around for a second.]

Come on.

[Heads upstairs]