6am: (Damp towels)
Phil Connors ([personal profile] 6am) wrote2021-10-04 08:45 pm

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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, PHIL CONNORS.

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wheresmyjuul: (he's thinking. please wait it may be som)

[personal profile] wheresmyjuul 2022-02-02 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
Good.

[Almost pointedly, he lets his weight settle more heavily against Phil. It's a you're not going anywhere. His hand grips Phil's back, thumb rubbing soothingly over his knuckles.]

Phil. It's not stupid, and you know it's not. [He keeps his voice soft. Distantly, the sounds of people in the streets below can be heard, those who work in the gift shops and businesses along the mile.] If it's not stupid for me to be upset about what happened to me then it's definitely not stupid for you to be worried about this, especially when this is the first one where you've not been in there.
wheresmyjuul: (softer)

[personal profile] wheresmyjuul 2022-02-03 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[The nice thing about being a Faerie is that he's literally incapable of lying to Phil. He doubts it makes him feel any better about this, given just how distressed he is. When Phil tears up he's quick to gently run the soft pads of his thumb over his knuckles more slowly, trying to be as soothing as possible.]

I'll be right on it. You stay comfy.

[He's exceedingly careful as he pries himself from the bed, kissing Phil one last time on the top of his head before he slips from the room to make breakfast. He leaves the door open, so at least Phil's got the reassurance he's nearby even as he curses the art of poaching eggs in the most aggressive demonic, as if that wasn't a sound that carried.

It's maybe twenty minutes before there's the sounds of plates being clattered onto a tray, the cutlery drawer being raided, and Rev reappears, patiently waiting for Phil to sit up a little before the tray of eggs royale is set on his lap, complete with small bowl of fruit salad. As soon as it's settled, he busies himself with the curtains, letting the weak, early morning February sun filter in.]


Anything you want to do today - name it. Even if it's just having me play housewife for you. I want to help you feel as okay as you possibly can.
wheresmyjuul: (smug little asshole)

[personal profile] wheresmyjuul 2022-02-04 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Gotta say, if I can get people as delightful as you owing me their life for eggs royale, we're doing the whole 'contracts for your immortal soul' thing wrong back home.

[He dips back out only briefly to grab his own plate, with a very restrained amount of sugar sprinkled on the fruit. If there was one thing he wouldn't miss about being a moth it was absolutely this. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of sugar but... He was getting there.]

Saves putting more than an apron on. [He grins sharply.] Though if you're wanting to go out - there's a nice place down by the park, apparently. Outside tables so you can catch the sun.

[And more importantly, no stupid festivals celebrating a rodent. The librarian had thought he was insane when he'd asked but had answered, at least.]

Or if not - I can collect something from Shreck's and cook for you. Or buy you take out. Whatever you want, my love.
wheresmyjuul: (softer)

[personal profile] wheresmyjuul 2022-02-06 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
[He shifts closer, leg pressing firm to Phil's. He can't hold him close while they're eating breakfast, but he can at least let him know he's there.]

Hey. I'll always be there for you, okay? You're safe, love. Today's not going to loop. [He keeps his voice soft.] We're going to get through today - and then tomorrow morning, I'm taking you to the bathhouse to get pampered.

[One of his hands runs down Phil's back tenderly.]

...And if it does loop, and I don't remember? You'll still have me. I'll always believe you. I love you, Phil. You're not alone today, okay?
wheresmyjuul: (softer)

[personal profile] wheresmyjuul 2022-02-07 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll book something. My treat.

[He's very firm on paying for things for the both of them, given the money he's accumulated. Between the Bar and the Red Alert sales, he could afford to look after Phil.]

Hey. I said it when we got together: I'm here for you and I want to be here for you.
wheresmyjuul: (softer)

[personal profile] wheresmyjuul 2022-02-13 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
There's no one better for me than you.

[He's still very firm on that sentiment.]

Something I will repeat as often as I have to. I have rejected demigods and Princes of other realms as my suitors. And it's you I've given my heart to. I don't make choices lightly, and I will not be deterred by your best efforts to do so.

[The trays are set on the floor. Rev'll clean up later. Instead, he pulls Phil into his lap, pressing kisses along his neck, before burying his face in his soft fluff.]