Dali held on tight to Corbin as they made their way over to the bed. "Listen," He started in a hushed tone. "Mir seems to trust you enough, even though we both just met you. So I want you to know, that if anything happens to him, anything on your watch, I will put my training to use and make your death very, very, very painful." Dali hissed, face remaining the same almost blank scowl that it's been set to the entire day. He was tired, yeah, but he wasn't going to be able to do anything unless Corbin feared enough to keep Mir safe.
(The ooc chat: horny teenagers)
(The rp: "Listen bitch, this is a death threat right after a death threat, don't fuck up. I'll be watching.")
(All Crypt no is make death threats, eat hot chip, and lie)
((Honestly the most accurate representation of canon vs fanon))
(All Crypt no is make death threats, eat hot chip, and lie)
(I’m so confused about this bit rn………..^^^^^^^)
(Mm, you know that one tweet that became a meme "Any female born after 1993 can't cook… all they know is mcdonald's, charge they phone, twerk, be bisexual, eat hot chip & lie")
(Nope, because I am, as my best friend says, “A Cultural Virgin”. I’m still learning all the memes, old vines, and stuff…)
(Oh oof, I quote that mem constantly.)
(I feel you Whisper… I too did not get the joke..)
(virtual fistbump with Wolfy)
Corbin wasn't surprised by Dali's threat, nor was he really… well, threatened by it. Not because he thought Dali couldn't do it, not at all, but because he would do everything he could keep both of the men alive and safe.
"I know," he said softly. He helped Dali sit on the bed, offering Mir a small smile.
"No, dear, you need to rest. I'm sure your friend and the king will help you with them, and I'm sure I'll be able to dig something up to help you with the terrors, but until then you need to rest." The doctor finished with the halfings arm, putting her things away.
Mir reached out with his arm to both other men, whining to be held, too loopy to be embarrassed by his whining and silent begging. He just nodded at the doctor, knowing he couldn’t go to sleep before he was held and cuddled. Not this time… And he didn’t seem to want just Dali. He wanted both men to hold him, and he was too far gone to be ashamed of it or care that he had only met Corbin hours before.
Dali's face softened when Mir reached out, the stony expression softening like dried out clay when you sprayed it with water after a weekend of ignoring it. "Hey Latonise," He said softly, calling Mir the name he's called him multiple times, always with some sort of softness in his voice. "How are you feeling?"
(Lat-Tone-Ease, means vibrant soul.)
(I'm calling myself out on my bullshit in ceramics class)
The doctor watched a moment, finally leaving the room and the three men alone. Corbin sat down on the bed himself when Mir motioned for him to join, smiling just softly. It seemed they would be going to bed early, then. Corbin didn't mind, so long as the other two got their much needed rest.
Mir smiled a tiny smile at the nickname Dali had given him so long ago…. “I’m no longer in pain… I feel so relieved…. I didn’t realize it hurt so much until it was gone.” He sighed and reached out the best he could to tug on each man’s shirt in turn to try and make them lay down with him. “Dali, cuddle me… You too, Corbin….” Yep, he was now fully out of it, his eyes drooping closed and fluttering open and shit as he tried to stay awake, still slightly afraid of what awaited him in the sea of sleep.
Dali swallowed down a laugh at Mir's antics, just happy to see him without the hard shell of constant pain. He let himself be pulled down to lay next to Dragomir, resting his head on the taller man's chest. It was mostly to hear his heartbeat, to make sure he was still there. "Of course, who am I to deny a request from the one and only Dragomir."
Dragomir chuckled sleepily. “You say my name like it’s a title instead of the name of a military failure….” He smiled as his stared unfocused into space, reaching to run his fingers through Dali’s hair. He sighed. “Of course I had to have gotten on the bad side of that guy… If I had only given in to him…” Then he conked out before he said a word more, his breath deepening and he instinctively snuggled into the warmth of both men and the thick comfy quilt of the king’s bed.
Dali was almost immediately asleep, the warmth of someone and the hands in his hair conked him out like a sleepy dog. He tried to stay awake for a minute, trying to listen to Mir, but all he could say was "You're too special to be a failure…" with slurred words before turning his entire face into Mir's chest and closing his eyes.
(I'm telling you now, Good sleep Dali is so much more like a sweet southern boy than cranky sleep deprived Dali)
(Mir will be so relieved then. Lol He’ll be like, “Yay, my Dali is sweet again!!”)
(Everytime I see this rp in my notifs I go "Yayy!!" but then I see the lovable idiots in ooc and (don't stop it's funny) I literally go "goddamnit you fools, I am gay and poly, I'm living through these people!!")
(Meee…. I always hope that it’s the actual RP but the hilarious comments make up for the disappointment. I am incredibly gay as well (I’m Gender Fluid and Pansexual it’s literally impossible for me to not be at least partially if not fully gay) and I’m affection starved and potentially Poly so I’m living out my fantasy of being loved on by two (semi) dominates through Dragomir.)
