Cuddling with Vichy, take 2: now with moar drugs
Weimar misses his Frances
12:27 Weimar 'his' being used in the Hindi sense of 'near to' or 'somehow associated with' and in no way implying possession
12:28 Vichy also misses the affectionate not-crazy Weimar
12:29 Weimar isn't crazy right now
12:30 Weimar ...might be a little high after running into the Netherlands
12:30 Weimar but mellow pot-high, not manic coke-high
12:30 Weimar offers the joint?
12:30 Vichy ...has no objections to that kind of high
12:31 Vichy takes it
12:32 Weimar sprawls on the couch
12:36 Vichy takes a long drag, sitting on the floor in front of it
12:39 Weimar I was a pretty mermaid
12:42 Vichy watches the smoke curl over them. "Were you? How did you manage that?"
12:44 Weimar there was a sea-room and it made me and England into mermaids
12:44 Weimar mermen
12:44 Weimar things
12:44 Weimar I was actually a seahorse instead
12:44 Weimar nice england, not the creepy one
12:46 Vichy The distinction is so difficult to make at times.
12:46 Weimar well he's an asshole sometimes, but he's so repressed
12:46 Weimar i feel kind of sorry for him
12:46 Vichy continues to smoke, leaning comfortably against the couch.
12:46 Weimar and he gave me a pretty dress
12:46 Vichy Why's that?
12:47 Weimar oh well because he's in love
12:47 Weimar and he thinks it makes him evil and damned and stuff
12:47 Weimar which is sad
12:47 Weimar and he thinks I'm all sinful too
12:47 Weimar but he's still a gentleman
12:48 Weimar which is nice
12:48 Vichy The only sinful thing about you is how tempting you are.
12:48 Vichy When one is convinced love is a sin...well then you're as bad off as me.
12:49 Weimar gets a sad puppy face
12:49 Weimar scoots to one side of the couch
12:50 Weimar come sit up here, where it's comfy?
12:50 Weimar I'll stay on my side
12:50 Weimar but you could cuddle whenever you want
12:52 Vichy smiles easier than he has of late and moves up onto the couch, leaning against the arm
12:54 Weimar brushes his hand against Vichy's, not clasping their hands, just there. "I love watching you smile."
12:55 Weimar gazes at Vichy's face, then beams. "You've been sleeping better, haven't you?"
12:55 Vichy trails his fingertips over the side of his hand, chuckling. "I have."
12:55 Vichy offers the joint back to him after one more deep drag, "It's only right to share, non?"
12:58 Weimar takes it with a nod, and takes another drag himself, blowing the smoke toward France playfully. "Thanks." He doesn't ask how, or who, or if there's a who at all. It's not about him. "I'm glad," he murmurs sincerely.
12:59 Vichy waves the smoke away with an easy smile. "I had help of the most surprising kind."
13:01 Weimar starts guessing the most unlikely people. "Ummm...Korea? Belarus? Estonia."
13:02 Vichy laughs and shakes his head at each one. "Both more surprising and more mundane than that."
13:03 Weimar okay, I'm stumped
13:04 Vichy contemplates their hands. "Germany...but from a different future, where he is a child in my care...and who needs far better care than my other self has given."
13:05 Weimar ...I would not have guessed that
13:05 Vichy He's just a child
13:06 Weimar I don't even remember my childhood
13:06 Weimar that's weird
13:06 Weimar I'm still glad though
13:06 Vichy I think...he is reborn after the war. He speaks of a brother.
13:06 Weimar not Prussia?
13:07 Vichy No. Another half of Germany. His older self called him Luther.
13:09 Weimar His older self...I shouldn't be surprised in this place.
13:09 Weimar is mostly smoking and processing
13:12 Vichy shrugs, just watching the smoke. "It helps."
13:12 Weimar is maybe worried about things between them getting weird and Freudian, which is ironic considering how many Prussia's he's slept with
13:13 Weimar sighs, relaxing and letting the smoke billow away, smiling warmly. "That's all that matters, then."
13:14 Vichy nods, leaning close, head on his shoulder. "He is different from you."
13:14 Vichy smiles lazily. "You make me feel safe. He makes me feel protective."
13:15 Weimar I feel so...versatile
13:16 Weimar almost went for the 'flexible' double-entendre, but wasn't sure if that would be out of line
13:16 Vichy looks at Weimar contemplatively for a moment. "You are so beautiful."
13:16 Weimar blushes bright red and looks away
13:16 Weimar has no idea why
13:16 Vichy I can't see any cruelty in you
13:18 Vichy touches his hand again, smiling shakily as he guides Weimar's hand up to his cheek.
13:18 Weimar breath catches hard in his throat, and he keeps himself turned away from France's face. "I'm going to disappoint you, then," he whispers.
13:18 Vichy presses that hand to his cheek more insistently. "Please don't."
13:20 Weimar strokes France's cheek gently, glancing back, a lump in his throat
13:20 Vichy You touch me and I'm not afraid.
13:21 Weimar I'm not perfect. I'm not - free of cruelty. You bring out the best in me, but everything else is still -
13:23 Vichy shifts, lying down, head resting on Wemar's shoulder.
13:26 Weimar slips an arm around France's frame, hovering a centimeter or two above him, silently asking permission. "I'd tear my own throat out before I hurt you. But I'd do the same to anyone else, too," he confessed softly.
13:27 Vichy pulls that arm close around him. "I believe you. Though I wouldn't ask it of you."
13:32 Weimar lets France wrap tug his arm, savoring the tight half-hug. "I know. I know. I. I am adoration and guilt wrapped around a core of desperate /madness/. If another Germany insults you - not even you, just any France in general - I fly off the handle. I wish. I wish I were as reliable as you think I am. As you deserve."
13:36 Vichy presses back into the source of the warmth behind him. "What I deserve, want, and have, are all very different things." Covers Weimar's hand with his own. "What I have, right now, will more than do."
13:41 Weimar closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, tasting the sweetness of the smoke and feeling the warmth of France beside him. "Alright. If you are content, then - alright." He leans his head onto France's head already on his shoulder, for the moment happy and calm.
13:44 Vichy is content for the warmth and the pot and the soft words that seem that little bit more wonderful while he's high. He's happy to throw himself into the moment and ignore past and future for only the present, while it is still good. "Would it be too much to ask for a kiss?"
13:48 Weimar laughs softly. "You could ask me for the moon, and I'd just have to badger one of the future Americas until he gave in and told me how to get there." He cuddles France close, then shifts them around just enough that they are facing each other, France's face cradled in Weimar's hands. "No, liebchen, it is not too much."
13:52 Vichy looks over at him, eyes slightly glazed, but still wanting, the craving for that contact clear. "Then please, embrasse-moi."
13:55 Weimar caresses France's face with his thumb, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his lips, chaste for the moment but not brief.
13:58 Vichy drinks it all in, the softness of the kiss, the faint taste of smoke, the thumb touching him so gently.
14:03 Weimar continues the kiss. One hand slips around slightly, his thumb stroking tenderly just behind France's jaw, his fingertips curling at the nape of France's neck. His tongue slips out, teasing faintly along France's lower lip, not pushing for anything more, just enjoying touching and tasting him.
14:08 Vichy stiffens for the briefest of moments as he feels that tongue swipe along his lower lip, but Weimar's gentleness makes it all to easy to banish the bad memories and bask in better ones. Another moment, a breath. The tip of his tongue meets Weimar's
14:11 Weimar 's lips curve into a smile against France's, as his fingers continue to pet the back of his neck gently. His tongue brushes against France's for a moment and then pulls back, opening his own mouth slightly, lips coaxing France's tongue forward.
14:15 Vichy opens his eyes, looking at Weimar in shock at the offer of some control. Weimar is offering his mouth to explore rather than plundering France's. It's been so long since he's had a kiss like that. Almost shyly, he dips his tongue into that open mouth.
14:17 Weimar lets their tongues touch again, sucking on France's lightly, opening more to him, the hand on France's neck now stroking softly down his back.
14:19 Vichy mirrors Weimar, a hand gliding over his spine up to soft blond hair, as his tongue slides along Weimar's.
14:23 Weimar hums in appreciation, shivering under France's gentle touches. It's - it's so different from the way sex feels with any of the Prussias, or America, and yet it is utterly, utterly precious.
14:24 Vichy pulls away slightly, enough to laugh at that pleased little noise. "Like a cat with the cream."
14:27 Weimar nuzzles France playfully, nosing against the side of his face. "I'm very, very happy right now," he murmurs contentedly. "Why shouldn't I purr?"
14:30 Vichy chuckles and kisses his cheek, so content and warm. "There is no good reason why you shouldn't. It just makes me laugh a little."
14:32 Weimar strokes France's hair, rolling his tongue like Spanien to approximate a purring noise.
14:32 Vichy laughs outright now, feeling the vibrations in Weimar's throat. "Mon petit chaton?"
14:34 Weimar laughs too. "Now I have visions of Oskar chasing me up a tree. If I'm your cat, you'll have to fend off my puppy."
14:35 Vichy kisses his cheek. "Or you'll have to train your dog better."
14:37 Weimar protests fondly. "He's trained! He doesn't chase people! Just cats. You can't get a dog to stop chasing cats."
14:38 Vichy laughs. "No, I suppose not. You'll just have to outrun him."
14:40 Weimar tries to pout but just dissolves into laughter again.
14:41 Vichy laughs with him, stroking his hair and face affectionately
14:41 Weimar cuddles against him and makes the fake purring noise again.
14:45 Vichy laughs. "You are in danger of sending all my sadness away."
14:49 Weimar smiles and keeps cuddling. "That's a risk I'm willing to take, liebchen."
14:50 Vichy smiles back. "I like those risks."