[closed] i have made mistakes

[dontpokethat]

Who: Ginko and Foster (and Steven and Greg and Psi)
When: October 18th
Where: Foster’s apartment
What: Foster helps Ginko with his fae flower problem.
Warnings: Mind control, probably talk of attempted kidnapping?? Also like. Eye socket trauma.

It takes well over an hour for Ginko to wake up from the effects of the pollen - plenty of time for Foster to remove him from the park and take the necessary precautions.

When he wakes up, it takes him a few moments to realize that he’s not where he had been before. Rather than lying facedown in the park, his face shoved into the dirt and his skull feeling like it’s breaking apart, he’s on his back on an actual bed, with his skull feeling like it’s just cracking a little… which would be an improvement, if it weren’t for two factors.

He’s got no idea where Steven is, and he can’t move his arms.

Or… well, he can. But not very far, or effectively; his wrists are cuffed to the bed, and no amount of pulling against the cuffs seems to be loosening them up. He looks around frantically, trying to get some idea of how he could free himself - or even how this happened to begin with.

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[dorkypantsuit]

Jealous?!

[If he sounds outraged, it's because he is, but before he can say so Foster's being irritating and ominous. Oh, fuck this. He closes his eyes, focusing his magic before summoning himself to Foster's room. Like whenever he decides to visit Foster, he appears suddenly.]

What are you talking about?

[control_freak]

[Psi's sudden appearance always gives Foster a bit of a thrill--like a rush, kind of, but he conceals it behind an exceedingly neutral, smiling mask.]

Which part?

[dorkypantsuit]

[His outrage from before mellows out at the confusing sight before him. It's the same scene as in the picture, but somehow seeing it in person makes it feel even stranger. At the same time the sight of Ginko chained to the bed is highly distracting, and so for a moment or two he finds himself simply staring at his unconscious form. He almost forgets to answer Foster's question, almost.]

Why is it for his own good?

[control_freak]

[Foster hangs up, Ginko's phone, dumping it on the bed. He glances back at Ginko.[

Oh, that.

[So you're not jealous, then. His expression sours, though.]

Well, I don't know. I guess I could have let him abduct that rose kid in front of his dad, but he was pissing me off.

[dorkypantsuit]

[Abduct? Ginko wouldn't take anyone against their will. The mention of roses though, it helps him understand, and suddenly his lips are pressing into a thin line as he glares at no one in particular.]

He couldn't remember what they did to him.

[Was this why? Had the rose queen made him forget on purpose. He doesn't really know for sure, but the two things seemed connected. Why else would Ginko try to kidnap someone? He'd never, not unless he had no choice. He steps forward, mostly ignoring Foster though they're sort of actively having a conversation. In fact, the demon's eyes hardly even stray from Ginko's unconscious form. He moves forward, to sit beside Foster on the bed, still watching Ginko the whole time.]

[He feels... Guilty. He knows this isn't his fault, but he should have noticed. It was a complicated feeling. Everything was complicated when Ginko was involved it seemed. He reaches, shifting some of Ginko's hair off his face.]

Was it a spell? Do we need to take him to Zecora?

[control_freak]

[Foster watches the demon mostly without comment--mostly, anyway. So Ginko told others, and no one did anything about it? No one thought that was strange...?

Or was everyone just too afraid to get involved?]

A rose, actually.

[He's actually never seen the demon interact with someone the way he's acting about Ginko right now. Not just concerned, but... delicate. The careful, gentle way he brushes the hair out of his face. That kind of thing.

Foster's eyes are heavy-lidded again.]

Don't touch him.

[The burns in Ginko's socket are visible now, but Foster doesn't say anything about them.

Instead, there's a pause, and he says:]

.......I'm not letting him up until I know it worked.

[dorkypantsuit]

[He glances to Foster briefly before pulling his hand away from Ginko's face, though he's hesitant to do so. He does see the burns, but he doesn't even bother asking about it. He trusts Foster, and Foster seems to believe he's taken care of the situation. He nods, glancing back to Ginko, instead.]

I understand.

[control_freak]

[Foster blinks. Slowly.

He's not used to being taken seriously.

He's not sure how he feels about it happening right now.]

... right.

[Well, that's over with, then.

Except, you know, his best friend is still unconscious and handcuffed to the bedposts, and his sexual partner/demonic malefactor is still in his bedroom, hovering worriedly over said best friend like some kind of uncertain mother hen.

This is too weird and too real and he's more than ready to get off this ride.

So.]

Just don't tell him what I've done with that pillow and it'll be fine.

[dorkypantsuit]

[He blinks in surprise for a moment before looking to Foster again.]

Doesn't everyone do that with their pillows?

[control_freak]

He doesn't.

[Foster jerks a thumb at Ginko, glancing sidelong at his demon.

Truthfully? Ginko and various exes aside, Foster has no idea what other people and don't do. They don't live like him, that's all he knows or cares to know.]

[dorkypantsuit]

[He looks back to Ginko. Right. Ginko didn't really like sex at all, did he? He frowns.]

...Are you okay?

[He asks, looking to Foster again. He really didn't know what had happened. Foster wasnt the type to take care of himself either.]

[control_freak]

[What.]

...haha. You should know better than to ask me that.

[And with that, Foster turns away from him, bending forward so that his elbows rest on his knees.]

[dontpokethat]

[The first indication that Ginko is waking up is just a quiet, pained groan.

It's nothing like the blinding pain that had knocked him out to begin with, but, now that he's waking up, the burns in his eye socket still hurt. All the same, he opens his good eye - slowly, carefully, as if expecting pain there too - and...

Oh. When did Psi get here?]

...Hey.

[His voice comes out as not much more than a croak, tired and out of it as he is.]

[dorkypantsuit]

[He's about to say something pretty rude back to Foster when Ginko's stirring interrupts his thoughts. He looks back to the changling in concern. What if he was still under the influence of that rose, or whatever spell it had contained? He reaches out, putting a hand on Ginko's shoulder, though Foster has told him not to touch. Still, that tired greeting has him smiling at least a bit. Only Ginko would wake up in a situation like this with a semi-polite greeting for his apparent kidnappers.]

Hey.

[His own voice is soft as he lets Ginko adjust to the waking world.]

Guess you really pissed off Foster.

[control_freak]

[Ginko's return to consciousness probably averted an unpleasant fight, but it startles Foster to his feet, hands closing into fists before he's even thought about it. He wasn't even aware of how strung out he was until that exact moment.

But once he's upright, he just eyes Ginko warily for a moment; if his greeting is lacking in enthusiasm, his moodiness is at least a little justified. ]

Good morning.

[dontpokethat]

[Ginko tries, on reflex, to sit up, but... right. Handcuffs.

Alright, yeah, he's... he's remembering what happened now. Shit.]

Guess so... not that it wasn't justified. [He watches Foster silently for a moment, before adding,] Sorry. About... all this.

[dorkypantsuit]

[The sound of the cuffs pulling against the frame as Ginko tries to sit up catches his attention, and he remembers all over again that Ginko is literally tied to a bed. His eyes trace their way up Ginko body to the cuffs and then back down again. If only Ginko wore tighter clothes... It's really lucky for the demon that Ginko's attention is on Foster, because right now he is on a completely different plane of thought.]

[control_freak]

...better.

[It's a very reserved assessment, but it's still a step up from 'I have to abduct Steven for his own good.' He's not 100% sure of anything right now, though, least of all Ginko's sincerity.]

I'm still waiting on that apology fruit basket from the fae.

[dontpokethat]

[He doesn't actually quite get when Foster means by 'better' - not yet, anyway - nor does he notice Psi's distraction. So he just gives a weak laugh.]

I'll let 'em know if I see any. ...Or, y'know, I'll probably just run and hope they get the message anyway.

[dorkypantsuit]

[A soft smile and a weak laugh... Handcuffs... He doesn't think he's ever been more attracted to anyone in his life. Maybe that was something he should be concerned about considering right now Ginko had a burned eye socket and was being restrained against his will. That's not what was so attractive though. Well, okay, the restrained part definitely had something to do with it, but it was more than that. It was the way he reacted to things, the way he spoke, the expressions he made. It was everything. He felt almost embarrassed at the knowledge, which was another strange feeling for him because he rarely got embarrassed. He simultaneously wanted to act normal and leave the room and pretend he was never here in the first place. Obviously the second choice wasn't really an option. Instead he decides to act normal.]

[He smiles as he shifts, moving to straddle Ginko's hips.]

Chains are a good look for you.

[dontpokethat]

[--Oh. Okay, that's... unexpected. He blinks and turns to stare in surprise at Psi for a moment before... more or less recovering. He cracks a slightly wry smile.]

Uh... thanks, I guess? I think I nearly dislocated my wrists trying to get out of them earlier.

[He is, fairly obviously, not nearly so desperate to escape now - but, uh, also.]

...Actually, um. Foster, since I'm... guessing the issue is dealt with, could you maybe let me go? I'd really rather not be stuck on this bed with these cuffs any longer than I have to be.

[Like. He's just saying. He knows what you do here.]

[control_freak]

[Foster isn't so sure that this issue is dealt with, but Ginko provides enough distraction to give him an excuse... before he actually just gets straight up distracted.]

What's wrong with my bed?

[Foster is offended only on an extremely superficial level, which allows him to appear sincerely bothered--but there's no one in this room who truly believes he's affronted.]

I sleep there, too, you know.

[dorkypantsuit]

[He frowns, suddenly realizing he should be glad burns are the only obvious injury Ginko's sustained. Suddenly the cuffs around his wrists aren't nearly as attractive. He reaches forward with his hand, feeling the leather around Ginko's wrists. Satisfied he stretches out like a lazy cat before laying down on top of the human. Comfy spot. He was worried about this dumbass, but he doesn't want to say that and make Ginko feel bad. For now he lets Ginko and Foster talk, content where he is. For now.]

[dontpokethat]

[Ginko is a little disappointed Psi doesn't let him go just then, but he guesses he can't really expect him to without Foster saying so. Besides, having him lying down like this is a lot more comfortable for Ginko, too.

And he has other things to worry about, like bickering with Foster over stupid bullshit.]

You sure do. And you do things besides sleeping here, too.

[control_freak]

I wash my sheets.

[Foster's vehemence escalates to include hand gestures. He raises both of them, palms turned upward in vexation.]

What do you think I do, nut into the blanket and roll over and fall asleep?

I mean, he's basically riding you, and you seem pretty okay with that.

[As he speaks, he gets a particularly knowing look, turning his head to the side to regard Ginko askance.]

So maybe it's not the bed that's the problem.