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[striketwice]

[ He crosses his arms, and considering the way he's sitting against the headboard, he looks like a little kid about to pout. ]

I could have picked that fucking lock.

[vecna]

[Oh my god. Like a chid. like Henry has any room to talk]

The Warden’s not going to make it that easy for us. Nothing here has been.

[striketwice]

Yeah, I get that now. The stories don't really convey how royally fucked we are.

[vecna]

No. But in the end, it doesn’t change anything — we’re all going home, one way or another, Alec.

[striketwice]

One way or another, huh? I'd prefer "in on piece" at the very least.

[vecna]

[He looks a little amused.]

If I get my old body back— [weird calling his Vecna body his “old” body, now] —a few injuries don’t mean much. It'd be a small price to pay.

[For YOU Henry, what about everyone else.]

[striketwice]

Is that your preference? Looking like something that crawled out of a swamp?

[vecna]

[w o w half of fandom wants a piece of his undead vecnussy, sir]

This body’s weak. What advantage is there to that?

[striketwice]

[ get out ]

Two functional hands, for one.

[vecna]

[incredible.]

Both hands were plenty functional.

[striketwice]

Yeah, maybe if you were living under someone's bed. Tying your shoes? Not so much.

[vecna]

[...]

I didn't wear shoes.

[striketwice]

[ An amused snort, though it's clear that Alec has reached the end of his rather frayed rope. He's ready to be done. ]

I stand corrected.

Anyway, if you still want some of that rice you can stick it in the microwave. Better not let it go to waste after all that hard work I did.

[vecna]

[Hm. Guess that’s his cue.]

I wouldn’t dare.

[And Henry stands, straightening with his default little smile on his face.]

And thank you. For letting me take a look around.

[In that head of yours.]

[striketwice]

Uh-huh. Just don't get used to it, okay?

[ But for whatever it's worth, Alec is probably more willing to share in a verbal sense now. ]

[vecna]

Of course not.

[Rarities don’t happen often, after all.

But he’ll leave Alec alone with his thoughts for now, turning to leave soon after.]

mistletoe.

[striketwice]

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henry. (this is going to be NSFW)

[striketwice]

( from here )

[ There Henry goes again, grabbing him by the face. Alec would almost be annoyed over it if he weren't so eager to get back to where they left off before they were rudely interrupted.

Though perhaps before they get too far back into it, they had better make sure they won't be interrupted again. He reaches up to catch Henry by the wrist. ]

Bedroom first.

[vecna]

[You can't override his favorite gesture: face-touching. :)

Though catching him by the wrist is at least a solid way of halting it for now. Henry even allows it, muscles relaxing beneath Alec's touch, because the promise of what's going to happen overrides everything else.]

Lead the way.

[Alec, taking the reins again... Well, someday maybe Henry will care enough to really push back against that. Obviously not now. Privacy is very much preferred.]

[striketwice]

[ He's not giving orders so much as pointing out the obvious next step. At least it's something they can both agree on.

Alec keeps his grip on Henry's wrist — loose, he could break away if he really wanted to — as he guides him back to his own room, ushering them both inside. He assumes that, as usual, Henry will take care of the door. ]

Now... where were we?

[vecna]

[No, he doesn’t want to let go. Led inside Alec’s room, the door predictably closes and locks on its own. Seems like they’re falling into a certain rhythm these days.

Though Henry doesn’t take long to gently twist his arm away so he can grab hold of Alec’s instead, drawing him closer. Eager to pick up where they left off, he’s leaning in, voice low and smiling with his usual faux innocence.]

I was under the impression you had a few ideas regarding what to do with my mouth.

[striketwice]

[ Alec smiles back. Sharp, smug. One might even say insufferable. ]

What, you haven't figured it out? Not even an idea?

[vecna]

[Oh, utterly insufferable.]

I want to hear you say it.

[striketwice]

[ How Insufferable Can He Be ]

What's the magic word?

[vecna]

[He breaks the record every time.

Henry just scoffs, almost unbelieving, because Alec will not earn a “please” from him this early. Instead, he just closes that minuscule space between them, catching his lips roughly against his own.]