[WELL FINE now there's the slightest dusting of pink on his cheeks.]
... well, I think you'd do well with either one. Just don't feel like you need to be watching over me the entire time. [As much as he might enjoy that!] Please trust me when I say that I can handle myself.
[ Then he laughs, mildly exasperated but still overflowing with fondness. Ah, meeting Phil truly had to be fated. How else would he ever fall in love with a man like this? ]
Now I really gotta send you off with somethin' for good luck.
[ ...And he'll tug on Phil's hand. He'd rather do it where fewer people can see. ]
[He'll just allow himself to be led, curious as to what Day has in mind.
Does he know logically that he probably shouldn't have made a promise? Yes. But he also knows that this is either going to end with them victorious or them dead, and if it winds up being the latter, then the promise is moot either way, so in his mind there's no harm to it.
And if it's something that gives them both courage for what's to come, then isn't that a good thing?]
[ He'll just take them off somewhere to the side, where hopefully no one is paying much attention (or at all, which is what Day would prefer). ]
We ain't got time for me to do a fancy ritual or anythin', but I'm gonna try blessin' you like how I made that charm for Mika. Just...well, how do you feel 'bout blood? Just a little bit of it.
[ For what it's worth since Day knows it doesn't sound that reassuring. He snaps his fingers to don a different outfit, then moves behind Phil to brush aside his hair and gently tug his high collar down. He may as well at least try to recreate some of the conditions he was relying on when he made the original protection charm. The spirits seem to have a thing for whimsical outfits. ]
[Not after they've already been intimate, have shared their bodies with each other in so many different ways. Whatever Day is about to do, Phil can tolerate because it's Day, and that is the only thing that matters.
Instead, he'll tilt his head forward just slightly to allow Day more room to work, though he has to suppress a slight shiver at the intimacy of it all.]
[ There's a small laugh at that, because Day supposes Phil has a point. He can still remember plenty about those encounters, even.
He bites his thumb until he breaks the skin, then swears blood on the nape of Phil's neck, drawing the sign of Venus (♀︎). ]
Under the auspices of Venus, the hand of fate shall move for this man, if only once. Let it be known that he is mine, and I won't let anyone touch him.
...Please, bring my beloved back home to me, no matter what hardship awaits him. Even if there's always an ending, it is not yet time to give into the torment of the hunt.
Amor manet.
[ For some reason, it feels easier for Day to ask for the spirits' favour, unlike the first time he did this and it drained him of his magic almost instantly. A ring of blue stardust gathers around Phil's neck like a stellar necklace, along with a now-familiar feeling of enduring affection. The same as the nights where they cuddle to sleep, or when Day steals a kiss from Phil while he's absorbed in a book.
Then, the stardust disperses, though the feeling lingers for a while. ]
[The hairs on the back of Phil's neck rise briefly as he feels something happen-- a sudden cool tingle followed by a spread of gentle warmth originating from the back of his neck where Day brushed that smear of blood, his finger tracing a pattern on the skin there. It's strange and foreign and yet comforting at the same time, like the warmth of a familiar blanket, but most importantly it feels like Day, and as long as Phil can hold tight to that he thinks he'll be all right no matter what happens.
And then Avrae immediately decides to hate him and there goes the spell, RIP]
I wish I had your talent for that sort of thing, but I'm afraid you may have to settle for a good luck kiss instead of a spell. Hopefully that will be an acceptable substitute.
[Not that he thinks Day will actually complain, but. He does wish his abilities on the support front were a bit stronger.]
[ Day pulls back to heal his finger as well as dispel the magic of his outfit, returning to his usual clothes. He leans to rest his chin on Phil's head. ]
Always. [ He'll never turn down a kiss from Phil. ] Maybe I could try teachin' you, some other time. [ A plan for the future, despite the situation they're in. ]
[This is neither the time nor the place for long moments of intimacy, but he steps a little closer to lean his own head against Day's chest just long enough to allow himself to hear that heartbeat that's become so familiar to him over the past few weeks.
There's still much to look forward to, after all.]
[ Day is fully aware there are more pressing things for them to handle, so they can't do this for long. He still lets Phil rest against him for a while, soaking in the affection for a bit longer and letting it anchor before he finally pulls back.
Right, this isn't going to be the last time they'll get to do this. ]
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Oh, no, it ain't that I'm not confident 'bout fightin' that metal lunk, I just wanna see you kickin' his ass.
[ Day, ]
...But troubleshootin' and protection's how I was fillin' my rice bowl, so...
[ Arguably, he should be playing to his strengths there. ]
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[WELL FINE now there's the slightest dusting of pink on his cheeks.]
... well, I think you'd do well with either one. Just don't feel like you need to be watching over me the entire time. [As much as he might enjoy that!] Please trust me when I say that I can handle myself.
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[ He knows one of the few things Phil is confident in is magic and mirristry, but it's still heartening to see happening. ]
...Still, don't go widowin' me 'fore we even get to live together, 'kay?
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D-Day!
[Please hold for internal keysmashing.]
As flattered as I am that you'd like to watch, this is going to be a battle--!
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I know. So I'm trustin' you to come back to me too.
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[If he can't make a promise now, then when can he?]
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Now I really gotta send you off with somethin' for good luck.
[ ...And he'll tug on Phil's hand. He'd rather do it where fewer people can see. ]
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Does he know logically that he probably shouldn't have made a promise? Yes. But he also knows that this is either going to end with them victorious or them dead, and if it winds up being the latter, then the promise is moot either way, so in his mind there's no harm to it.
And if it's something that gives them both courage for what's to come, then isn't that a good thing?]
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We ain't got time for me to do a fancy ritual or anythin', but I'm gonna try blessin' you like how I made that charm for Mika. Just...well, how do you feel 'bout blood? Just a little bit of it.
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[HMM DON'T LIKE THAT. But if it will help - if it's what's needed for this - then he finds he can't object that much.]
If that's what you think will work, then... please do whatever you need to. I trust you.
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[ For what it's worth since Day knows it doesn't sound that reassuring. He snaps his fingers to don a different outfit, then moves behind Phil to brush aside his hair and gently tug his high collar down. He may as well at least try to recreate some of the conditions he was relying on when he made the original protection charm. The spirits seem to have a thing for whimsical outfits. ]
...Sorry if this feels a lil' gross.
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[Not after they've already been intimate, have shared their bodies with each other in so many different ways. Whatever Day is about to do, Phil can tolerate because it's Day, and that is the only thing that matters.
Instead, he'll tilt his head forward just slightly to allow Day more room to work, though he has to suppress a slight shiver at the intimacy of it all.]
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He bites his thumb until he breaks the skin, then swears blood on the nape of Phil's neck, drawing the sign of Venus (♀︎). ]
Under the auspices of Venus, the hand of fate shall move for this man, if only once. Let it be known that he is mine, and I won't let anyone touch him.
...Please, bring my beloved back home to me, no matter what hardship awaits him. Even if there's always an ending, it is not yet time to give into the torment of the hunt.
Amor manet.
[ For some reason, it feels easier for Day to ask for the spirits' favour, unlike the first time he did this and it drained him of his magic almost instantly. A ring of blue stardust gathers around Phil's neck like a stellar necklace, along with a now-familiar feeling of enduring affection. The same as the nights where they cuddle to sleep, or when Day steals a kiss from Phil while he's absorbed in a book.
Then, the stardust disperses, though the feeling lingers for a while. ]
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And then Avrae immediately decides to hate him and there goes the spell, RIP]I wish I had your talent for that sort of thing, but I'm afraid you may have to settle for a good luck kiss instead of a spell. Hopefully that will be an acceptable substitute.
[Not that he thinks Day will actually complain, but. He does wish his abilities on the support front were a bit stronger.]
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Always. [ He'll never turn down a kiss from Phil. ] Maybe I could try teachin' you, some other time. [ A plan for the future, despite the situation they're in. ]
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[This is neither the time nor the place for long moments of intimacy, but he steps a little closer to lean his own head against Day's chest just long enough to allow himself to hear that heartbeat that's become so familiar to him over the past few weeks.
There's still much to look forward to, after all.]
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Right, this isn't going to be the last time they'll get to do this. ]
So, that good luck kiss?