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Room 204.

[ that's it, that's all she gets.
because he's literally been the only one who has seen himself and he has refused to go outside after being in the sun was catastrophic.
allura please help. ]

[LMAO SERIOUSLY BOY

Allura is dead asleep when she's waken up by the light of the message, so. have a bit of a sleepy text back sorry boy.]

Tonight?
Really?

[ wow rude why is she being difficult about this ]

Yes, really.
I would not be asking in the middle of the night if it were not important.

[look she's not being difficult she's just being sleepy and it's like.

why else would a guy text you their room number in the middle of the night?]

If it truly cannot wait...I will be over shortly.

[shortly being a few dobashes, as she grabs a tunic and figures out the lay of the inn from her room to his.

after a bit, he should hear a knock, and at the threshold of the door is a still-sleepy princess. the soft glow of a thin halo hovering overhead, casting a light glow about her against the dark candlit hallway of the inn. her eyes refract said light in an opalescent way.]

[ he will open the door without hesitation; lotor's own skin a darker color than it typically is, his eyes a darker pool. still the same elogated ears, and white hair, but when allura's own effervescence meets his, he . . . squints, a bit, feeling the aching itch at his eyes, at the light, and he exhales before stepping aside, to let her in. ]

Of course you would be a --

[ a . . . whatever she is, and lotor quickly closes the door behind him, resting his back against it, looking frustrated. ]

Something is wrong with me, I cannot go into the sun, into light, without being blinded. I feel weak, in it, and it feels as if my entire being has been shifted, changed, somehow . . .

[ this is literally what he called you here for sorry girl ]

[it's the first time she's seen him since the jump. and through her sleepy demeanor, she does waken a bit more when she's greeted at the door by a familiar-yet-unfamiliar face.

his eyes are dark, and she feels something within her very core catch at the darkness she feels emanating from him. beyond...what she thought she was initially called for.

but, she stifles it, walks through his room and turns to face him as he comes to rest against the door. and, despite it all, she does...deflate a bit.

not because this isn't going to be what she initially thought it was going to be, but...out of sympathy. even still.]

And...that is why it cannot wait until morning? Because the sunlight makes you feel ill?

[she moves towards him, one hand brushing a lock of white hair from his face to look concernedly at him.]

I believe all of us brought here have experienced changes.

[ he sees the . . . disappointment, and lotor opens his mouth to ask why she seems disappointed, when she steps forward, into his space, and brushes the hair out of his eyes. her fingers graze his skin, and while it isn't painful, it is sensitive, and he draws in a quiet breath as he averts his eyes slightly, to off-set the soft glow. ]

I could barely see, when I attempted to leave this place. I returned here, to wait and see if it would abate, but it has not.

[ it's murmured, because he does feel slightly stupid, now that allura has sort of put it that way. he could have simply waited until a reasonable hour, but he needed to sort it out now, and allura is the only person he properly trusts to share that he is effectively useless in the sun. mostly because she wouldn't take advantage of it.

but he is quiet, for a moment. focusing on the touch her the tips of her fingers. how warm they feel, in contrast to how cool he feels. it's bizarre, and foreign, and -- ]

I should not have woken you over something like this, Allura. [ finally, his tone quiet, and he shifts a hand to gently take hers, to lift it to his lips in a faint kiss against her palm. the same warm sensation, electric, and sensitive moves through him, but he ignores it, for the most part. ] You should sleep, you look exhausted.

You're cold.

[she's says it, absentmindedly as her hand comes to rest at his cheek as he explains his situation. it is worrisome, how he isn't looking at her, how he says he cannot see, and despite herself her thumb brushes against the hard bone of his cheekbones.

partly marveling at how different he looks, but also how...wrong this all feels.]

No. No it is all right that you've waken me. [the sleepiness in her voice has subsided, replaced with concern and curiosity blooming in her opalescent, vibrant eyes. and when he lifts her opposite hand with his, brushes cool lips against her palm, again there comes this strange pulse, far beyond what she usually feels for him.

a trouble almost tenfold.]

I am awake. You can speak with me. [and with the hand he's taken, she laces her fingers between, tamping down the feeling of needing to do something, and she leads him towards the bed so they can at least sit and talk.] So you have been in this room ever since you found out about this...change?

[ every touch she gives feels as if it leaves a mark on his skin, and lotor is about to mention it when she leads him to the bed. to sit, and talk, and he dutifully follows, though he sits near her, shoulders nearly touching. a need to be near her, but she feels overwhelming, to him.

he runs his thumb over her knuckles idly. ]

For the most part. I did some basic exploration of the nearby buildings before I needed to return indoors.

[ it's a bit frustrating, to say the least - to be curtailed by something as simple as sunlight, but lotor shrugs his shoulders slightly. he feels . . . weaker, but also stronger. and an odd magic courses through him, now, ancient magic, an understanding of nature that he hadn't had before . . . but for now, lotor will focus on the real issue, which is sunlight. ]

You feel . . . [ it's hard to describe, really. and lotor casts around, searching for the word for a bit before finally settling on: ] Overwhelming. Not in a negative way, but I certainly feel your presence, when you touch me.

[there remains a strange over awareness wherever they come in contact with each other, as though his hands weigh more, that he's pressing his shoulder against her instead of simply being beside her.

and she knows it's something to do with this change that came with the jump. in knowing that they needn't turn on a lamp because she can see him despite the low light. in how her fingers came to pause over two tufts of feathers at her shoulder blades when she undressed for bed.]

Clearly we've changed in order to blend in better with this world. Whether by Astoria, or the magic here. [which is odd, both considering such a thing hasn't ever happened before, but also because she's seen locals walking around who already look Altean and human.]

Perhaps, there is someone here like you that you can speak to...

[but her voice trails off as he speaks of how she feels to him, and, despite the troublesome idea that she's overwhelming to him, something dips in her core in a not-so-unpleasant way at the thought.]

Do I? [and though he says it's not negative, she does remove her hand from his, curling them at her knees.] Because...I feel something different about you as well.

A... [she frowns, not certain how to say it.] You feel...darker.

[ darker . . . and as she removes her hand, lotor's lips twitching into a slight frown as she does. there's a silence, at her statement, before he shifts his hands to steady them against the bed, not taking her hand again, but also not moving away, either. ]

I suppose that makes some level of sense.

[ his tone is wry, not self-deprecating. ]

I also have the ability to do magic, now, so I can only imagine what proverbial can of worms that's going to open once I actively use it.

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[she smiles a bit at his wry comment.]

I did not mean it in an offensive way. Just-- [she searches for the right way to phrase it] well, so you knew you were not the only one who's a bit overwhelmed.

[and, to further assert her comfort with him, that though she feels this darkness emanating from him, she still wants to be with him, she lays back on the bed, hair fanning out around her, hands resting on her stomach as she looks up at the ceiling.]

Have you already tried?

[ he glances over at her, as she lays back down and makes herself comfortable, and lotor twists to sit a bit more comfortably himself, but he doesn't lay down, quite yet. ]

I have not.

[ admittedly, and lotor shrugs a shoulder. ]

I've attempted to figure out more about this city, than focus on my own abilities. But it seems that I've been gifted with a variety of magic.

I would like to see it, if you'd ever wish to show me. [she props herself up on an elbow to look at him, so she's not speaking to the ceiling.] I've been gifted magic here too. It's...different from what I normally had, and what Astoria gave me.

[a pause]

Do you find it odd how it's this world that we've changed appearances?

Perhaps she grew bored.

[ it's said lazily enough, but lotor (after a few more moments of consideration and, truthfully, hesitancy) shifts his weight to lay down next to her. it feels . . . bizarre, to not be in his own skin, his own body. but allura being here brings a certain type of peace that she always does, even if she does feel . . . well. a lot.

but he shifts, glancing over at her, his eyes scanning her features. how her hair frames her face, her glowing eyes . . . she is truly beautiful, regardless of the form, but . . . ]

I can show you in the morning.

[ it's a murmured promise, as he reaches out to brush a loose piece of hair out of her face, and tucks it neatly behind one of her ears. the sensation of touching her, again, feels electrifying, but it's tolerable. ]

I doubt the rest of the inn wants to be woken up by loud explosions or whatever else may happen due to irresponsible magical experimentation.

In the morning?

[she hums a bit, and raises an eyebrow. her voice is smooth, though she does feel her breath catch in her throat when his fingers brush lightly at her skin as he brushes her hair back.]

Then...should I return to my room?

[she makes no motion to move even as she asks, hand reaching forward to rest against his cheek. all too aware of her touching him, of how his skin feels against her palm. in fact, she moves closer to him.]

[ there's a pause, at her question, and her shift of weight, before lotor inclines his head toward hers, offering a slight grin in response. it looks a little off, given his teeth are different, as are his eyes, and . . . well, everything, but it is 150% still the same coolly arrogant smirk. ]

I would not be opposed to your company.

[ if

you know

she wants to stay

obviously. ]

[there truly is an uncanniness to how he looks like and doesn't look like himself. but, that smirk of his...

she seems to consider something for a moment, as though she was thinking of getting up and returning to her room.

but.

instead she closes the space between them, resting her body against his as she kisses him, hand still at his cheek.]

I suppose I will stay.

[even if, there is something to this that feels...different.
a distinct need to overpower, to overcome something she feels emanating from him.]

[ he hums softly into the kiss, returning it with the utmost laziness before he shifts his weight, exhaling slowly against her. the touch, and interaction, feels electrifying, somehow . . . in a way that feels dangerous, but not enough to make him stop.

if lotor were the self-reflecting sort, he would realize that that was 99% of his problem. not being able to stop. but once he finds the safe place between overwhelmed and wanting more, he shifts his weight to hover over her, rather than lying by her side, and he grins a little, shifting his knees to properly be on top of her.

careful, as always, not to kneel or step on her hair. ]

You suppose.

[ it's murmured, amused, as he dips down for another kiss, continuing to speak between the kiss. ]

I'm always more than happy to be in your presence, your Highness.

[ it's part-serious and part-teasing. ]

[for as many times as they've laid together, each time brings something new. and this time, it's...well, everything about him. almost. and while, ordinarily, she very much enjoys him over her, there is something different.

a low burning sensation. as though something unfamiliar inside is burning brighter, trying to fight.

but even still, she smiles up at him, bright eyes blazing with desire that's both carnal and celestial.]

Mmhmm. [an affirmative hum into his kiss as he dips down.

heart pounding in her chest, with him so close she can almost feel her light being muffled. and, as she brings her arms up to hold him closer to her, something inside her flares, and rolls herself to be on top, her leg between his legs for leverage.]

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