[open] lookin' for the love getaway.

[babbylon]

Who: Gilgamesh and everyone visiting Heaven's Feel!
When: 5/1—5/8
Where: Caissa, Heaven's Feel storefront
What: The grand opening of Heaven's Feel, Caissa's premier matchmaking service, has arrived! Stop by for food, drinks, and some friendly fun with your fellow Heroes! ...or maybe even pick up a date, who knows.
Rating: General audiences, except for Gil's threads because he was pretty much making out with everyone. Tread carefully.

Heaven's Feel



[Maybe you've heard, or maybe you haven't, but there's a new business in town. It's plastered everywhere, posted on the side of every building and shouted from the end of every street corner in Caissa. Heaven's Feel, Heaven's Feel, come fly with the angels at Heaven's Feel! Really, who writes something so cheesy? The owner must be a real piece of work, you think, yet there's something enticing about the sound of it...

If you do decide to stop by within the first week of May, you'll find a massive celebration awaiting you: the celebration of opening day! Eager workers wave down anyone who gets close, with offers of wine tasting, sweet treats, and even speed dating. The store's interior bustles with activity as visitors fill out cute little survey cards in hopes of a hook-up. The owner in question can be found mingling in the crowd, bartending, and drawing charcoal caricatures of couples for a nominal fee.

Overall, the atmosphere is one of excitement. Hop right in! There's plenty of room for lounging on the cushy furniture, and plenty of time to find your own hottie.

...or perfectly platonic friend. Look, we're not judging or anything.]

Comments

[sediments]

I know. [ Bolin's answer comes as a slight wail, and he presses his face in further like he's ashamed. ] He always just wants what's best. That's all he ever thinks about.

[ Stupid Mako. He'd never grow out of looking out for Bolin, even after Bolin's grown up. He's just... he just misses him. It's not like they hadn't been separated. When he'd joined Kuvira's army, it was the first time that they'd really started living a part from one another. But being here, literally cut off, it's driving him crazy.

He pulls away so that he can look his roommate in the eyes, brows furrowed and concern etched in so deep. ]

I'm worried that I'll die here and Mako will never know. But I'm also worried that we'll never go back... and he'll just never know what happened to me. I don't know if he could be happy.

[hymnals]

[ Adra gently pries Bolin's face off of him. He sets one hand on either of Bolin's shoulders, looking up at him, his jaw set. His mind's warm and swimming, thoughts like fish, but he's truly so far gone. Just tipsy. Tipsy enough to be even more frank and sincere than usual, if that's even possible ]

I can't tell you the future. I don't know when we're going home, or what will happen to us tomorrow. But I can promise this: as long as we're here, I will protect you. No one is dying on my watch. Not if I can help it.

[ And if they do ... the Light provides all. ]

[sediments]

[ Bolin looks a little conflicted by Adra's reassurances, like he's not sure whether or not he wants to let of all his worries and believe them. Not sure that he really wants to add Mako's happiness of all things to the list of things that Adra has to worry about. It's not that Bolin's scared of dying—not any more than anyone else that constantly throws themselves into danger—he just doesn't want to go without Mako ever knowing what happened to him.

More than anything, he doesn't want to be the cause of that suffering.

Eventually, he just ends up tucking his face back into Adra's shoulder with a snuff and a warbly, ] thanks.

[ He'll cheer up soon, but for now - ]

I want to go home, y'know? Not that I don't love you, but I miss my family.

[hymnals]

I don't have much family to miss, but you're not alone in that sentiment. I--

[ He pauses, his eartips slowly turning red. He coughs. ]

What--did you say?

[sediments]

I miss my family. [ His muffled repeat. Though he's a little confused, since Adra obviously heard him. ]

Sorry...

[hymnals]

I mean ... before that. Along with that.

[ Patting Bolin's hair, absently, wonderingly. ]

[sediments]

[ He has to think about it for a moment. Something about Mako?? Or.

He grins a little, spirits lifting. ]

You mean that I love you? [ He sounds incredulous, chuckling a little. ] What?

[hymnals]

[ DON'T LAUGH. He's reddening by the second. ]

I--I mean, I love you as well, of course --

[ Which is true: he loves people very easily, very quickly. ]

I just. Don't hear that, very often.

[sediments]

[ He pulls away again, replacing his face with a hand on Adra's shoulder, to look the other man in the eye. ]

You should. [ He says seriously. ] Before we can't say these things anymore.

[hymnals]

[ He feels his heartbeat quicken. He has no trouble feeling love; he feels it so much and for so many people that sometimes he worries his ribcage will fracture because of it--but he's not always the best when it comes to demonstration or expression (hence, food). ]

You're right. I don't know how much time I have with all of you, and --

[ He's getting a little verklempt ... it's the wine. He shakes his head, irritated at himself, embarrassed. Ugh. ]

[sediments]

[ Oh no, Adra's getting emotional and it's making Bolin get worked up. ]

I know! I'm gonna miss you when I get back—

[ But is it enough to keep him from wanting to go back? Not even a little. And the thought makes him feel guilty, turning those slightly ashamed eyes toward his friend. ]

But thanks for everything, Adra.

we can leave this here i think :*

[hymnals]

[ He rubs at his eyes; forces himself to breathe. He's in favor of being demonstrative, of expressing oneself--but this space is just too public. A deep sigh, a hiccup, and he's got hold of himself. ]

The same for you, obviously.

[ It's painful, suddenly, to think of going back to Azeroth. He must, of course, and would take the chance immediately--same as Bolin, with his family, and his world. But he's been here long enough to form connections, to love these people, and knowing that one day they'll be gone hurts.

Best not to think on it too deeply.

He reaches for Bolin's hand, giving him a gentle squeeze. ]

Come on, then. I'll split a cupcake with you.