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[ninetoes]

Sufficiently trapped and very unsure how he feels about it, Izzy contemplates wriggling out of tender grips and icy feet attacks alike.

This is.. a lot. So much. Too much, maybe, now he’s here.

But he is here and deep down he wants to be here. He wants affection, he wants doting attention, he wants to be fucking loved.

And so he settles, even winced against Ed’s sharp fucking demon feet. A bit longer and he’ll give up with Ed’s hair in his face and everything.

“Chuck me over your shoulder again and you’ll find out just how warm I can be,” Izzy warns but sounds suspiciously like he welcomes the challenge. He runs hot these days, though it doesn’t bother him in the slightest. Can’t really feel it like that now.

“You too,” he murmurs to Ed without any heat at all. “You’re colder’n a witch’s tit. What’s the matter with you?”

[treading_water]

It's a shriek that only brings more delight to Ed, causing him to annoyingly squirm closer until he's practically draped atop Izzy. He is warm. It must be the ruby lodged in his chest, he thinks, having been scorched by Izzy’s flames before. Similarly, Edward can blame his own stone for his temperature, most days.

"It's my Sapphire..." he mutters quietly, "But don't worry, I don't feel a chill." he smirks. Because yes, Edward, everyone here is worried about your comfort.

"You'll warm me up, anyway. S'nice."

[finethings]

"Mmm, I'm certain I will," Stede agrees, unbothered by the threat. One of his arms worms its way behind Izzy's head, beneath the pillow, so his hand can curl around the back of Ed's neck. This way, they're all touching each other somehow, and it's indescribably lovely to feel the cautious, tender blossom of Synchrony that spreads across his skin. It's a new strain, different from what he feels with either of them individually, but even more wonderful for that fact.

"Just wait until you wake up in the middle of the night, and he's sweating all over you," Stede chuckles, his fingertips scrabbling playfully in the hair at the nape of Ed's neck.

[ninetoes]

"Might do it on purpose," Izzy agrees. His raised hackles aren't really called for, but call it reflex. This is a wholly unfamiliar circumstance.

And now, apparently, the beginning of a new normal. Wild thought, that.

He takes a breath and forces himself to give in. To relax and simmer in the same synchrony as the other two. He can feel Stede more than he can Ed, but the fact he can feel Edward at all means hope. It means they might not be entirely broken beyond help. Something he thought may be the case.

Sleep doesn't feel likely, at least not for some time, but he will certainly lay there listening to the other two.

Someone should be on watch, anyway.

[treading_water]

"Mhm. Delicious." he teases back, Stede's fingers in his hair bringing a fresh burst of Synchrony from his Sapphire.

Sleep is questionable for Ed as well, but where his head rests he can hear Izzy’s heartbeat, and it lulls him into a tired comfort. He's terribly happy, he thinks, even with the buzz between them so small. It's there, and he will do whatever it takes to feel it fully again.

[finethings]

Stede's had a long few days with very little quality sleep under his belt. Now, however, he feels himself beginning to drift off as soon as they're all settled in, one arm curled loosely around Izzy's waist. Before long, he's fast asleep, breathing slow and warm and even into the crook of Izzy's neck.

His dreams are blissfully vague and muzzy, all warm skin and soft kisses and promises made. As usual, Stede sleeps like a rock, all but dead to the world.