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Zelos + Drunk = bad ideas

[The feed opens on Zelos, headband askew over one eye and swaying a bit but with a huge grin plastered on his mildly flushed face.]

HEeeyyy Vatheon! 'sme, The Great Zelosh Wilder!

[He has to take a long pause to stifle some giggles.]

N-now, y'see, I've noticed that a whooole lottaya don't really know nothin about sex so you're reaaalll lucky you've got me around! I'm kinda sorta a bit of an expert, so's how's about I start with lesson one an'-

[Though Vatheon will never know what lesson one is because an extremely frazzled Zelda stomps into the room behind him yelling "What are you doing?!" and grabs his ear, yanking hard enough to make Zelos yelp and fall over comically. His hand is still visible from the bottom of the screen complete with whining protests interspersed with drunken giggles as Zelda looks apologetically into the screen before cutting off the feed.

Looks like Zelos lost his network privileges.]

((ooc: Messages will be answered by either Zelda or Zelos, depending on who has hold of it.))

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[...at which he bursts out laughing again, tears of mirth in the corners of his eyes.]

Oh man, this's pretty bad.

[She flails about a bit too, not particularly embarrassed but definitely surprised.]

Honestly, Zelos! Come on, let's get you into bed before you hurt yourself. Or me, at this rate.

[Zelos brushes her hair from her face gently, tilting his head a bit.]

Aww, c'mon now Zelda, I'd never hurt you.

[And as if to prove it, he places a gentle kiss on her lips. It's fairly chaste, for him, and not pushy at all but there's all kinds of emotion behind it, including a very strong sense that he shouldn't be doing this and a complete inability to take his own advice.]

[She just stares down at him for a moment before getting up quietly, not sure what to say. The first things that sprout to mind are all questions that he's probably not fit to answer at the moment, and the second things... what good is it going to do to yell at a drunk man? Zelda pushes him towards his bed without saying anything, just looking away.

He needs to just go to sleep. She can ask what the hell that was in the morning.]

[He staggers towards the bed but takes hold of her wrist, misconstruing her intent and thinking she's coming with him. With all the alcohol in his system and the gamut he ran through with Mindfang earlier, he's fairly certain he can't actually respond much himself but he can certainly make her feel good. That's what this is, right? What anyone wants from him. Zelda's just been too shy to say, too puritanical, but over time she's coming out of her shell and, well...

It hurts, that she wants him like this, that once again it's proven he can't have friendships as he always invariably brings them into this, into his three ring circus of self-destruction. It hurts because he really likes her, he really wants to simply be able to have tea and discuss things and make stupid jokes at each other and, maybe, every so often, fall asleep curled around each other just for support and not for any other reason.

He should have known better by now. He made her want him and it hurts.

But he shoves it away and smiles anyway because he doesn't know what else to do to get her keep him around at this point, to keep her on his side.

His head swims and for a moment there's two Zelda's standing in front of him as he sits there on the bed, looking expectant and shy in his mind's eye.

He hates himself. She should hate him too.

He smiles anyway and pulls her close.]

[Zelda stiffens. She certainly didn't mean that she was coming with him. Even if she did feel that way, she isn't the type of woman to get into something so quickly. She almost pushes him away, but she catches a look at his eyes and pauses.

There was something more to this.

She takes a step forward and places a hand on his head.]

Listen to me, Zelos. You need to get some rest, alright? I don't... really know what is going on here at the moment, but we don't have to address it if you don't want to. You can pretend that you've forgotten all about it in the morning if you want. But if you do want to talk about it... I'll still be here when you're yourself. Alright?

[So she wants to play it that way, huh? Make him say he wants her. Well, that's fine. What's another nail in the coffin? He slips his arms around her, forehead flush against her stomach.]

I don't need rest, hunny~ I need you...

[Alcohol is a funny thing. People have all kinds of reactions to it, but each comes with some form of loss of control. Some people go jelly limbed, some slur their language, and some people simply can't hide what they're thinking behind the same carefully maintained walls as when they're sober.

Which is why, when Zelos tells Zelda he wants her, it comes out sounding childish and hollow and he has to squeeze his eyes shut.]

I know. You already told me that.

[She hugs him gently, moving her hands down to rest on the back of his head now. Zelda isn't trying to get anything out of this, the touch is purely meant to comfort him.]

But you also need to sleep, hmm?

I slept last night.

[His voice sounds far away even to his own ears, which pick up the sluggish beating of his own heart and his uneven breathing just fine. His head aches and much of the night is a blur and he can't even recall what he'd just been thinking aside from a sense of hopelessness and the overwhelming urge to lean up and kiss Zelda again and make it go away.

But that's wrong too.

So what do you do when every choice is wrong?]

And you drank yourself into a stupor today. You need time to recover.

[Or he would if she wasn't about to help him. Usually, Zelda would say that whoever drinks like that deserves the after effects, but with Zelos this lost, she can't just leave him. She calls on her magic, sending it through his system to at least wipe out the remnants of the alcohol.]

How is that?

[The fog lifts and Zelos is left blinking the remnants of tears back with his forehead against Zelda's stomach, hugging himself against her quietly and wondering just how much of what he was thinking was true.

None of it, he hopes.

Clearing his throat, Zelos sits back up, pulling his headband from around his neck back up to his forehead, stealthily wiping any moisture away in the process.]

Thanks.

[Wow, this is awkward.

He sort of wants to ask her if she has feelings for him, out of a morbid sense of curiosity, but he's afraid of the answer. She'd taken care of him when he was sick, listened to his troubles, they'd comforted each other... and because his alcohol-soaked brain had gone off in the direction, all of her motivation was brought into question.

He'll have to move, if she does. Or maybe he'll just... go with it. She's pretty, smart, interesting. Why would it be so horrible?]

Zelda, ah...

[He wets his lips, not sure he can bring himself to ask.]

Feeling more yourself?

[She takes a few steps back, folding her hands in front of her.]

I was going to let you have the hangover as punishment, but...

[The princess just smiles, lifting her shoulders in a slight shrug. She couldn't do it, she couldn't watch Zelos just fall apart like that right in front of her. It wasn't right, even if he did bring it on himself by drinking like that.]

Why not? I kind of deserve it.

[He lets out a breath and flops backwards on the bed, feet still dangling off the end. He can't look at her when he asks. He just can't. He even flops one arm across his eyes to prevent it.]

Is it because you've got feelings for me?

What? Of course I do...

[Wait. He means those kinds of feelings? No! Probably not, at least. No.]

We are friends, are we not? I don't enjoy seeing you suffer, even when you do have it coming. And besides, I think you were saying and doing things that you wouldn't usually.

[Arm still over his eyes, Zelos lets out a sudden, short laugh.]

What is it, friends or feelings? You can't have both! I'd be happy to do either~♥

[No, that's a lie, but she doesn't have to know that.]

That's ridiculous. Feelings that don't involve people wanting to hop in bed together aren't suddenly not feelings.

[Zelda folds her arms, looking petulant. Just because she doesn't want to sleep with him doesn't mean that she doesn't care!]

I care for you a lot, Zelos, but I don't want anything more than what we already have.

[He gets very quiet at that, feeling cool relief wash over him. So he's just being crazy, he was imagining things, thank the spirits.]

Right, sorry, 'course.

[He doesn't move his arm, voice sounding muffled and thick.]

I'm glad we're clear. I don't want anything else to change.

[Relieved as well, Zelda sits down by him again. She's a quick learner, and she remembers the way that he got her to snap out of it before. He talked about his problems, honestly.]

...I don't think Shizuo is coming back.

[He glances at her from under his arm at that, trying to master himself again.]

He said he'd come for cake club. I'll make him if he tries to get out of it.

I am not sure that we should force him. It was... familiar.

[The princess draws her knees up to her chest, getting quieter.]

He looked like I did when I sent him away.

[There's no mention of who "he" is, but whoever it is, they're obviously very important to Zelda.]

[With a small sigh the Chosen removes his arm from across his eyes and pulls Zelda down next to him in a hug.]

There's no greater good here. Shizuo'll realize that.

[She lets him pull her over since he seems to be more comfortable with it if he's the one doing the comforting, nodding.]

Eventually, perhaps.

[She sounds unsure, like she thinks there's more to it. Truthfully, keeping Izaya under control might very well be something that falls under "greater good".]

Even if someone needs to knock sense into him.

[Sighs.]

How do you even manage to do that? Care so much without it being romantic?

[That at least is simple for Zelda. She's analyzed it since she didn't entirely understand caring for people when she first came here, either. She leans her head over on Zelos's shoulder.]

Because we're like family.

[He's well aware that family is close and loving and wonderful for some people - people like Lloyd, like Zelda - that that's all great for them, but calling someone "family" for Zelos is like calling someone a terrible waste of space.]

Oh.

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