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[The video opens to Lance with cat ears (again), a tail swishes behind him. There's the sound of painful squelching as Keith off screen goes through some more gruesome transforming and he winces, looking over at him. It seems to have been mild this time at least, and Lance goes for the rambling jokes because that's how you deal with someone you care about going through that, right?]

Okay, soooo who here's never done the horizontal tango? Made the beast with two backs, knocked some boots, jumped some bones- [there is the sound of shifting of bone and he hums, rethinking] Forget that last one, but by now if you don't know what I mean, here's a few more for you: a little afternoon delight-

[Keith groaned a bit, his teeth audibly clenched as he scolded a, "LANCE!" from the background, though that didn't seem to deter the Blue Paladin from continuing.]

-pounded the punani pavement, shook the sheets, the old in-out, shot the meat rocket into the sausage hole, bam-bam in the ham, rolled in the hay, boppin' squiddles, cattle-prodding the oyster ditch with the lap rocket. Fucking hell, made whoopee!

Seriously, I could keep going, but if your answer is 'never done that, what are you even talking about', some guy in Gaze told me your blood cures this whole- [he gestures at himself and then glances off camera at the sound of a grunt from Keith.] mess. Noooot that I wanna cure myself, I can take it, but some people I know need it and aren't gonna ask because their heads are nothing but dumb hair and no brains.

[A bit of an unhinged laugh to himself/some internal conversation as he looks down and to the side. There's a growl from the background, possibly from Keith? (Definitely from Keith.) Then he jerks himself back.] Yeah, anyway, if you fit the bill call me before my idiot b-teammate turns into something that eats my face. I'm too pretty for that.

[There may have been a time when Lance knew virgin blood was blood that hadn't been used in a ritual, but the draugr's fucked with his already recently fucked memory. So enjoy.]

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[Yeah, even with the help from Lance's paleblood powers, it still hurt, and Keith wasn't able to stop himself from crying out as Lance did what he needed to. But it was quick. A lot faster than trying to pull the stuck claw free. He did initially try to pull away, but where he was only resulted in him pressing harder against the front of the couch, unable to actually get space between himself and the current source of his pain. For the moment, though, that was a good thing because it meant that Lance wasn't going to have to attempt this a second time on the same wing.

And, it pretty much had that exact effect that Lance was hoping for. The new appendage popped out the rest of the way like a compressed spring, heading straight for Lance's face. How were those reflexes lately?

Regardless of whether or not Lance dodged in time to avoid being smacked by a large dragon wing, it ended up flopping limply to the floor after the initial emergence, almost seeming to be useless and paralyzed in some way because Keith's nervous system hadn't caught up with the fact that he getting wings in addition to that tail.

Speaking of said tail, Lance might want to try dodging that, too, because the pain and lack of an escape route set it thrashing out of Keith's control.]

[His reflexes are actually quite good. Lots of honing in horror land. But they are dulled by taking half of all that pain and trying to focus on also holding Keith and cutting the wing free. So the wing slams him in the face so hard his nose bleeds and he yelps, falling backwards as his hand comes to cover it instinctively.

And the tail gets him hard on the cheek, slapping him just to add insult to injury and he jerks and then rolls with the force of it on the floor so his neck doesn't get too badly hurt. After a few seconds of just lying curled on his side and breathing through the shock and the pain he took, he shakily pushes himself up while feeling at his nose.]

O-okay. S'not broke. [Just bruised and bleeding a lot. Then he tries to lightly ask:] Got… got any ice?

[The relief after it was done was almost as painful as having that wing stuck in the first place. Keith suddenly felt like he could breathe again, and he gasped several times before finally just letting everything go limp. Even the tail stopped thumping against things. It took him a moment to realize what Lance was even getting at, and he finally took an actual look at his teammate.]

Oh geeze... Lance... [He shifted, pushing himself back up as much as he could before the right wing reminded him with a sharp twinge that it still hadn't completely emerged, yet.] I'm sorry- I can't control it, yet... [The extra appendages... he'd only just gotten some semblance of control over the tail. The wing was still kind of numb, but was starting to tingle as the new nerves in it began to make contact with his brain.]

Here... [He was exhausted, but determined. After all, it was helping him that bloodied Lance's nose, so Keith held his hand palm up for a moment, closing his eyes, and created a sort of shapeless lump of ice about the size of a baseball. It was the best he could do right now, but it wouldn't melt right away, and would hopefully be enough to help with any swelling. He opened his eyes again and held out to Lance.] Do you have anything like a cloth or whatever to get the bleeding to stop?

[The nose... Keith's own blood was doing a pretty darn good job at freezing itself on the floor right now.]

[Well, he's glad Keith got a rush of relief from it at least, because his face is throbbing like hell. At least his nose isn't broken, if it was he'd be shamelessly whining about his beautiful face being ruined. But he sensed that Keith felt guilty and bit his tongue for now. He shakes his head at the apology, his eyes fluttering a bit as the motion makes his head hurt a bit more.] Not your fault.

[His trembling hand has remained on his face this whole time, and it's not until Keith is handing him the ice ball and asking him about cloth that he realizes he should… do something about that. He accepts the ice in his hand that's not covered in blood and presses it to the bridge of his nose, where it starts to melt because he has trouble controlling his core temperature thanks to his powers.]

Oh, shi- [He quickly pulls it away before it melts too much and then closes his eyes to focus inward on his core temperature to force it down to something normal. Then he puts the ice back slowly and it does not turn to water. He huffs out a breath.] Thanks man. I'll, uh… go clean up.

[And get something to staunch the flow, of course. He stands on shaky legs and heads over to the powder room nearby. A second later, the sink is turned on and splashing water as he washes his face of blood.]

[Keith watched him go, a worried look on his face. Yes, he was worried about Lance, even in his own condition.

Though, he had to admit... the ears and tail were kind of cute to look at...

Fuck. Not the time for that. The pins and needles in that left wing were starting to intensify, like when you sit on your foot wrong, and it goes numb, and then starts to get feeling back. It hurt to move, as that made the tingling worse each time he did, but keeping it still didn't make it stop.

He wanted to shake it out, like one would do with a hand experiencing the same sensation, and he tried, grunting a bit at how it felt.

It was heavy, and his muscle control and coordination weren't exactly there, yet. The new appendage kind of just flopped a bit as he tried to figure out how to make it obey what he wanted.

Until the right one spasmed again, pushing against the remaining skin to tear it slightly more. He whimpered, twitching in response, and feeling his heart sink when he remembered he was going to have to deal with this a second time...

...unless Shiro could get there with that honey in time.]

[His ears and tail are rather cute, it's true. And very expressive. His ears are still pinned against his head and his tail is still swishing in agitation as he washes the blood off of his face. Then he grabs a hand towel and presses it to his nose to absorb the blood still flowing. He's tempted to go upstairs and change out of the bloodied clothes as well, but then he hears Keith whimpering and forgets it immediately.

He comes back into the room with the red stained towel in one hand on his face and his other hand reached out to touch Keith's shoulder lightly as he crouches down onto his knees next to him. His tail swishes and then tightly curls around his feet in response to his concern and his ears flick a bit more forward.]

Hey, is it the other wing now?

[He'd seen how Keith had relaxed so much as the other one released, and now he was whimpering again, so it made sense.]

[Keith whimpered a little again. He was so tired. It didn't help that coldbloods were exhausted and randomly falling asleep all month, either. But this was definitely keeping him awake. He nodded.]

It... It just hurts... [Hopefully... Shiro would be there soon...]

[Lance was ready to immediately take some of that hurt with his powers. But then Shiro contacted them about the door…]

Edited 2022-12-05 22:24 (UTC)

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