[He'll get them!! Give Corvo a little, he's still wrapping his head around the fact there was some major dick action with a god. He'll acknowledge this Thing when he figures out what it is.
Whatever it is, it's enough for Corvo to close the gap and literally sweep the Outsider off his feet. It isn't particularly hard, but he refuses to acknowledge the fact it's completely unnecessary, stepping over the side to go drop down to his bedroom's balcony. So romantic.]
[Oh, hello. The Outsider can't complain about being swept away like this, although his reaction is decidedly passive for someone getting carried around like this. He has enough romance in him yet to put his head on Corvo's shoulder and stare at him, which is just fine and not intense.]
You. Spending the night. Everything. Take your pick, Corvo.
You think too much. [This isn't even a suggestion, he's just telling him. Stop overthinking and just appreciate him. Appreciate the near smile he has on his face when he looks at the Outsider, though it's been getting less rare the more they spend time together.] There doesn't have to be endless possibilities and variables to be analyzed here.
[More importantly to Corvo, they aren't playing any games or exchanging banter on death and suffering. He's a simple man, that's enough to make him happy. He leans to open the balcony door, stepping inside the room without even bothering to lock it behind them. Just heading straight to bed.]
There don't have to be. [He repeats this, like he's just thinking about it, trying it on for size. This doesn't seem like a real thing, nothing to be analyzed. He's not sure he can trust this...]
That I've been catching up with an old friend. [Corvo chuckles, but lets that hang in the air as he thought. He slows as they enter the bedroom, choosing to go ahead and set the Outsider back on his feet before he answered.] And she can stop suggesting suitors.
[is... is that satisfactory?? He's watching his face kind of tentatively, leaning to brush his bangs back up.]
[Oh... yes, that will... do? That turns something over in the Outsider's stomach that he wasn't sure he still had, some emotion that hasn't been touched in millennia or ever. There must be something here to pick apart endlessly, but Corvo is so close and he can't resist reaching up to hold his face in both hands and just look at him some more.]
That saves me the trouble of wandering into her dreams. [spoiler: he would have, because he can't resist reminding Emily all about her father's weird choices, especially involving himself. But anyway.] Do tell me what she says when she figures it out.
I'll try to tone down the explicatives. [Corvo laughs, leaning into the Outsider's hands and shutting his eyes ever so briefly. He could imagine Emily's face, and he wonders if it's really all that surprising. Considering he's pretty much the only person he talks about besides Emily or her mother.]
You... are the only somewhat pleasant constant in my life besides my daughter. Somewhat. [He reopens his eyes, placing his hands over his.] She can deal with it.
After fifteen years? [He's certainly a constant now, but thanks for confirming you thought about him when he wasn't loitering around so much!! That's sweet.] I suppose I'll grow accustomed to "somewhat."
[Somewhat... be nice to him, he's god. He tilts his head slightly, studying Corvo's face and wondering if he should voice this next thought - probably, to be fair. Keep it sort of even.] You are the only pleasant constant in mine.
[Because he lives in an endless, terrifying hell that will one day consume him, but also because he's pretty gay. That, too.]
[Corvo shouldn't be so surprised to hear it, but his eyes still widen a significant amount. Of course, he knew what displeasure the Void brought, and how living in it for centuries might be terrible, but... Part of him, only recently, had hoped it wasn't all that bad for the Outsider.
So he'll be a little gay too, resting his hands at Outsider's waist and moving to lean his head on his.] Keep up things like that and you'll have another heart to mold by your hands.
[Well now he's given the Outsider explicit permission to make him into a spirit heart thing when he dies, so, enjoy that. For now, kissing, and the Outsider's hands sliding into Corvo's hair as he leans closer against his chest.
Will they ever get to the bed? Maybe, if the Outsider can drag Corvo along with him as he takes a pointed step backwards.]
[Probably, seeing as Corvo can't seem to stand being more than a few inches apart. It's enough to remind him... and enough for a playful shove towards the edge. He sure is getting away with a lot this evening.]
[How dare he... The Outsider lowers his hands to Corvo's shoulders to pull him down with him as he's sent unceremoniously down to the bed. Come here, come here.]
And here I thought a man of your years would be tired.
[Jokes on him, he has to deal with all of Corvo's weight on him. He shifts shortly after to avoid crushing anything, leaning up his elbows to observe him fondly.]
[Too much old man, don't break him in half. The Outsider manages to relax as much as possible under Corvo like this, maybe mostly just for show, reaching up to link his hands together at the back of Corvo's neck. Hey.]
I might have hinted at it. ["hinted"] You do continue to impress.
I don't have to do much to impress you these past days. Didn't even touch your runes, yet you're all over me. [Is he teasing? He's teasing. The same could be said about him, really, he knows. It's probably why he's smiling.] I do one thing and I think your heart stops. Again.
[He's not supposed to turn his words on him like that!! Corvo blinks, and thanks god (lol) the room as dim as it is. If his face looks as hot as it is, he must look embarrassing.]
Y... You say that like I haven't had it. [Dammit, he's trying to be sexy here.]
[It's okay, the Outsider is just as into him when he's an awkward old man. Remember, Corvo could do just about anything and he'd still be into it...]
Oh, have you? Making assumptions is a dangerous game, Corvo. [like, was he wrong... no, but] If I have a heart yet left that beats, then it beats only thanks to your interference.
Seducing a god is already a dangerous game. [He manages without stammering like an awkward old man this time. But hey, the Outsider was sweet... dead hearts were morbid, but still.]
I don't have to hold it in my hands to know that. [He leans down for a kiss, but at the corner of his mouth. What a tease.] I hope your whales don't get too angry if I keep you.
[This is as sweet as he gets, a little sweet with a friendly reminder about the inevitability of death. Helpful!
He turns his head to catch Corvo's lips in a proper kiss before he addresses that whale business. What kind of a taunt is that...? His whales. His whales.]
[Hey, maybe their feelings are a legit concern. You don't know.]
We sail for Dunwall in the morning. [He leans his head down on the Outsider's, his voice low even with no one around to hear. Like it was their little secret.] I would for as long as the Void allows... but I won't keep you past dawn. Folding clothes wouldn't be very interesting.
If only, if only. [He doesn't care one lick about packing, or anything else besides Corvo being this close to him right now. Whatever's left of his heart might just beat after all, for real. The Outsider curls his fingers into Corvo's hair, to hold him there.]
Then until dawn, there is no better place than this.
Until dawn. [Corvo repeated, almost in mourning of the fact. He'll at least be sure there's another waking hour of kissing and... well, really half an hour, with his exhaustion catching up to him.
There really wasn't any escape till then, anyway, with him using the Outsider as a pillow when he did fall asleep. The missing vests would lie at their feet in the morning, but Wyman's gaze passed over the Outsider completely when they dropped them off.]
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Whatever it is, it's enough for Corvo to close the gap and literally sweep the Outsider off his feet. It isn't particularly hard, but he refuses to acknowledge the fact it's completely unnecessary, stepping over the side to go drop down to his bedroom's balcony. So romantic.]
Something on your mind?
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You. Spending the night. Everything. Take your pick, Corvo.
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[More importantly to Corvo, they aren't playing any games or exchanging banter on death and suffering. He's a simple man, that's enough to make him happy. He leans to open the balcony door, stepping inside the room without even bothering to lock it behind them. Just heading straight to bed.]
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There don't have to be. [He repeats this, like he's just thinking about it, trying it on for size. This doesn't seem like a real thing, nothing to be analyzed. He's not sure he can trust this...]
What will you tell your daughter?
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[is... is that satisfactory?? He's watching his face kind of tentatively, leaning to brush his bangs back up.]
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That saves me the trouble of wandering into her dreams. [spoiler: he would have, because he can't resist reminding Emily all about her father's weird choices, especially involving himself. But anyway.] Do tell me what she says when she figures it out.
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You... are the only somewhat pleasant constant in my life besides my daughter. Somewhat. [He reopens his eyes, placing his hands over his.] She can deal with it.
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[Somewhat... be nice to him, he's god. He tilts his head slightly, studying Corvo's face and wondering if he should voice this next thought - probably, to be fair. Keep it sort of even.] You are the only pleasant constant in mine.
[Because he lives in an endless, terrifying hell that will one day consume him, but also because he's pretty gay. That, too.]
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So he'll be a little gay too, resting his hands at Outsider's waist and moving to lean his head on his.] Keep up things like that and you'll have another heart to mold by your hands.
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Perhaps I'll have more to say if you kiss me again. [Do it. Kiss god. He's waiting.]
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And again. And again, just for good measure. He isn't too impatient about hearing him talk.]
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Will they ever get to the bed? Maybe, if the Outsider can drag Corvo along with him as he takes a pointed step backwards.]
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And here I thought a man of your years would be tired.
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You like when I surprise you.
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I might have hinted at it. ["hinted"] You do continue to impress.
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My heart... Do you think so? [Does his heart even beat? Good question.] Then, since you insist on doing so much to it, you might as well have it.
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Y... You say that like I haven't had it. [Dammit, he's trying to be sexy here.]
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Oh, have you? Making assumptions is a dangerous game, Corvo. [like, was he wrong... no, but] If I have a heart yet left that beats, then it beats only thanks to your interference.
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I don't have to hold it in my hands to know that. [He leans down for a kiss, but at the corner of his mouth. What a tease.] I hope your whales don't get too angry if I keep you.
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He turns his head to catch Corvo's lips in a proper kiss before he addresses that whale business. What kind of a taunt is that...? His whales. His whales.]
And how long do you intend to keep me?
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We sail for Dunwall in the morning. [He leans his head down on the Outsider's, his voice low even with no one around to hear. Like it was their little secret.] I would for as long as the Void allows... but I won't keep you past dawn. Folding clothes wouldn't be very interesting.
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If only, if only. [He doesn't care one lick about packing, or anything else besides Corvo being this close to him right now. Whatever's left of his heart might just beat after all, for real. The Outsider curls his fingers into Corvo's hair, to hold him there.]
Then until dawn, there is no better place than this.
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There really wasn't any escape till then, anyway, with him using the Outsider as a pillow when he did fall asleep. The missing vests would lie at their feet in the morning, but Wyman's gaze passed over the Outsider completely when they dropped them off.]