Weekend 5...?

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WEEKEND 5 LOG ♬
Weather: Clear skies all weekend

On Saturday, there’s nothing new or unusual. It seems like the wish granting has been put on hold, and your efforts can continue to go towards progressing the island more. With the museum, Able Sisters, the entertainment area, the garden and more, the amount of development Isle Sonrisa has gone through is crystal clear when you compare it to your first week here.

All seems to be normal. That is, until you decide to fall asleep.

Whenever you begin to dream, your dreams are very vivid and reminiscent of the time you all dreamt about your homes. This time, however, you see your fellow islanders around you. Everyone may look confused, trying to figure out where they are. And that’s entirely fair, because where you are now is a little different from the island you’re used to.

That power you felt earlier in the week feels strong, too. It feels natural. And when you channel your energy…

Those of you who had powers originally will feel them start to manifest. Every ability you had is coming back. They seem a little...dampened, though, like they aren’t the full extent of what you could do before. Those who did not have abilities before will start to feel in tune with whatever’s on their person, whether it be a shovel, a bug net, even a stack of apples… You’ll be able to use them in ways you couldn’t have before.

And maybe you’ll learn how to use that new ability soon, because someone is waiting on top of one of the ledges, staring down at all of you. And he is staring very, very intensely at you. A moment passes, and then he hops down...and swings his net at the nearest person.

Strangely, if the target is you, it doesn’t hurt. You feel the boink land, but it doesn’t hurt at all. Should you choose to retaliate, no matter what you do, the boy does not seem to be in pain either. Now’s the time to experiment with your newfound (or returning) abilities. Mess around with the environment, or go ham on one another! The strangest thing is that you will feel your energy draining the more you use your powers -- which is to be expected -- but the pain never really settles in.

Furthermore, there are no injuries or blood. In fact, every punch, every kick, every impact looks cartoonish!

The last notable thing is for Joonghyuk. If he looks up at the sky at any given moment, he’ll specifically see a shooting star fly across the sky. The wish to have strength is going a little haywire, but it’s certainly something, isn’t it?

As for Sunday, well… It’s worth mentioning that those abilities aren’t just a dream after all. In fact, you feel as though you can use them in real life, too, with the same effect -- the environment can be altered (for instance: super strength means you might be able to lift a tree with your bare hands, with some work) but there are no injuries or pain when you use them on others! … But the strange boy from that dream is nowhere to be found. Huh. Wonder what that was about...

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[regression]

[ It's just a little protective hold from a partner... No need to have a heart attack over it. Joonghyuk's demeanor switches back instantly to disgruntled, though. ]

Are you saying if you did know, it would be fine?

[ Is that grip on his waist a little tighter and a bit more uncomfortable? Maybe. ]

[afterword]

Of course not.

[ Maybe it is, but Dokja doesn't seem to react to it. He's use to Joonghyuk doing much worse than that. One hand raises to lightly rest against the other man's chest as his wings flutter briefly against his own back.

There's no need to be paranoid about that anymore. He really doesn't want to die. He can't exactly say 'sacrifice' since... well, it's what he's partly going to do back home. ] I meant what I said before. I don't intend to die, not anymore.

[regression]

Good.

[ Joonghyuk doesn't exactly wrap an arm around him... He only keeps that hand on the back of Dokja's waist, but lessens his grip. It's merely placed there as support. The warmth of someone's touch.

Quietly and carefully, he rests his head on Dokja's shoulder. Despite his size, he seems to have become smaller with the demeanor of a cat. ]

If only you weren't stupid enough to die by accident.

[afterword]

[ Oh. This wasn't what he was expecting after all of that. Of course the guilt is there, bringing both arms to slide around his partner as palms rest against that strong back. Only one hand stays there, the other raising up to lightly run through black hair as he laughs a little at the words. His tail starts to sway as his wings loosen against the previous tight fold. ]

It only happened once and it wasn't even intentional, much less my fault. [ Please, one accident and suddenly he's deemed to dying because of stupidity? ]

[regression]

[ Joonghyuk stays quiet because he can't argue with that (right now), daring to even close his eyes as he continues to rest his head on Dokja's shoulder. The hand on his back is welcome, greeted by a small breeze from his wagging tail.

However, Joonghyuk physically stills and freezes to the fingers combing through his hair. It's nice, but. He can feel the sun on his coat and the light trying to peek through his eyelids. ]

You're making me feel like a child.

[afterword]

[ Dokja takes note to not touch ears for once, knowing how disgruntled the other man gets when he does pet them. Fingers still at the words, dipping down to join his other hand over that back. ..He feels like a child? ]

Because I'm touching your hair? [ It's a bit amusing. His hold grows a bit firmer, his hands linking together against that back with a hum. One of the wings curls around them like a half cocoon of feathers while he presses a little into his partner's shoulder as well. It's strange how comforting something like this is. Being able to just hold onto someone.

To hold onto Joonghyuk. For now he rests his forehead against the shoulder, nuzzling into it with a smile on his lips. Well, if he's complaining about it then.. ] I won't do it anymore if you don't want me to.

[regression]

[ It isn't particularly because Dokja is touching his hair. It's a bundle of things together... Makes him feel like he's being cradled despite being taller than the other man. He remembers Seolhwa used to do something similar, too.

She used to let him rest his head on her shoulder, then she would rub his back or run her fingers through his hair. It was hard for him then. It's still hard for him now. Sometimes, he missed that, but he has this instead. ]

... I didn't say I want you to stop.

[ He doesn't hate it. Okay, maybe he does a bit, but it isn't unpleasant. ]

[afterword]

[ Honestly, it isn't as though Dokja is familiar with something like this. He's getting there, learning and experiencing plenty of new things with this change in their relationship. His nerves still come and go with a jittery sensation and sometimes second guesses himself but it's always Joonghyuk's words that reassure him.

An ear closest flicks at sound of the words, tilting his head a little and holds the slightly taller man closer. With a hum he brings that earlier hand back up, tickling at first the ends of black hair until nails gingerly scratch up with a massaging touch. ]

Then I won't.

[ Remember, you gave him the go ahead, so he'll keep doing it. ]

[regression]

[ Good. Joonghyuk doesn't say anything more as he stays in place, closing his eyes tighter at the feel of those scratches. It's kind of nice to have your scalp scratched and massaged. Ears flatten on his head, relaxing.

Maybe he'll take a nap like this. He trusts Dokja to protect him in case anything horrible happens. ]

[afterword]

[ Joonghyuk would be strange enough to nap while standing up like this. Well, his weight isn't overbearing, so Dokja won't complain. For now, anyways. Maybe later tonight with some excuse on why he deserves to be pampered for taking good care of him? As a joke, of course.

As of now he continues to thread fingers through hair over and over. Holding this warmth close to him, pair of feathered black wings blanketing his partner. Whether it's protectively or simply to shield him from the weather is up to debate.

They might make for a strange sight for anyone passing by but it's Fine. ]