Holiday Inn, Limbo City, Friday Evening

[not_every_mage]

Anders had booked and paid for the room, ignoring the clerk's dirty look at the blood and muck on their clothes. They wouldn't be the only people caught in the day's devastation looking for someplace to sleep tonight

He'd silently followed Dante through the hotel halls to their room, and placed a quick order for pizza before he took off his boots and crashed out on the bed. The thousand bruises and scrapes of the battle stung his skin.

He should shower. He didn't want to move.

He turned to Dante, still registering faint surprise at the newly white hair. (He supposed they were lucky if that was the worst permanent change Dante saw.) Words failed him when it came to addressing the true horror of the day, but he should at least say something

"They said the pizza should be here in about half an hour," he said. "I'm actually impressed it's not longer, considering."


[OOC: For one, NFB.]

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[not_every_mage]

"I noticed," Anders said, also smiling in a bittersweet way. "... but I think you will be."

Dante was strong that way.

[rebelseekspizza]

"I know I will be," Dante said, sliding his hand further up until his arm was slung more along Anders' shoulders than anything else. "But shitting hell."

The whole thing with Vergil was starting to hit, and he was grateful as hell to be here right now.

[not_every_mage]

"Shitting, fucking hell, even," Anders agreed firmly, and leaned toward Dante so they were in a kind of half-hug under the warm water spray. "it was that kind of day."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Let's just get this shower on the road," Dante mumbled, his voice weirdly hoarse.

Well. At least his face was already wet.

[not_every_mage]

Anders ran a thumb over Dante's cheek, half-smiling and half-wincing at both the moisture and the pun.

"Better than standing here until it gets cold," he agreed, and pulled back to offer Dante the shampoo as he retrieved a washcloth for himself.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante smiled, turning around for a second. Just to lather up his hair; not because he had anything to hide.

"Mind getting my back?"

[not_every_mage]

"Not in the least," Anders said, and rubbed his soapy hands over Dante's back in gratitude, smoothing down to the curve of his rump before tracing a fine line over his tattoo. "You're going to have to do mine next."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante sighed, relaxing some under Anders' hands. "You get your back all healed up too?" he asked.

He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting back wave two.

[not_every_mage]

"Feels like it," Anders said, carefully tracing the lines of Rebellion as it curved along Date's spine. "Take a look while you're back there."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Not really convincing me to turn around," Dante said.

He was trying to make it sound halfway lascivious, but honestly, Anders' fingers were comforting.

[not_every_mage]

"Not really sure I want you to," Anders said, and set the soap aside and began kneading Dante's muscles. There was something intoxicating in his solidity.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante shut his eyes again for entirely different reasons and braced himself against the shower wall with one arm. "Works for me too," he said, drawing his diffuse attention away from the enormity of-- everything.

It was easier to focus on Anders' hands instead, anchoring him with their motions.