welcometocecilpalmer
@welcometocecilpalmer
Ohh! Thank you, Pookie! Gosh, I must be the luckiest man in the world. How did I ever get to be so lucky?
Luck has nothing to do with it. It was probable that you and I would end up together, and events just happened to fall into place to make that happen. Very favorable events. 🙂
Carlos: What should I be for Halloween this year?
Cecil: My boyfriend
Carlos: …
Carlos: We’re literally married
Still… ♥
Well… okay uwu ♥
the-perfect-scientist:
Carlos hummed. “I dunno… must’ve slept wrong,” he murmured. He took a deep breath and felt some more bones crack. “Ugh… that’ll stick with me for a while.” Carlos held his hand out for Cecil’s. “C’mon… we got work to do.”
Cecil accepted Carlos’s hand with a sympathetic smile, a bit worried, as ever, for his husband. He nodded, and reached to rub the scientist’s back with his free hand.
“Are you sure, honey?”
“A scientist is always sure,” Carlos said with a smile. “Even when he’s not. I’ll be fine, Ceec… a hot shower at the end of the day will make it all better. Or at least trick me into thinking it’s better.”
“Fair enough,” Cecil said kindly, accepting the answer as best he could. He nodded and returned the smile; hesitantly, but genuine all the same. “I’ll get started on the day, then. Make calls, pry on things. Do you want me to make you coffee? Breakfast?”
It was strange thinking that he himself would neither need nor even want these things. He felt a little bit detached from himself thinking on this, and tried to shake off the thought.
“If you have time,” Carlos said. “I don’t think I’ll be long, though, taking care of business.” A thought then occurred to him, which made Carlos frown. “Is… do you think the sun’s out? I haven’t looked out side yet…” Of course not. THey’d been together the entire morning so far.
the-perfect-scientist:
Carlos hummed. “I dunno… must’ve slept wrong,” he murmured. He took a deep breath and felt some more bones crack. “Ugh… that’ll stick with me for a while.” Carlos held his hand out for Cecil’s. “C’mon… we got work to do.”
Cecil accepted Carlos’s hand with a sympathetic smile, a bit worried, as ever, for his husband. He nodded, and reached to rub the scientist’s back with his free hand.
“Are you sure, honey?”
“A scientist is always sure,” Carlos said with a smile. “Even when he’s not. I’ll be fine, Ceec… a hot shower at the end of the day will make it all better. Or at least trick me into thinking it’s better.”
the-perfect-scientist:
Carlos nodded in agreement. “Yeah… it doesn’t seem real for me, either. It’s been… roughly twelve hours already. But you’re still here… that’s all that matters.” Carlos took his hand and lifted it to his mouth, giving him gentle, loving kisses.
Cecil vibrated softly at the affection, yet at the same time he was trying to wrap his mind around the first part of what Carlos had just told him.
Twelve hours already. Twelve hours, he had been afflicted with this strange, horrific curse. Yet what was twelve hours compared to a lifetime, an eternity? Cecil shuddered. It wouldn’t come to that. Rather, he hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Optimistically, this would be cured. Again, he had to remind himself of his husband’s brilliance, of the effectiveness of science. Just because Night Vale had never had to face vampirism before did not mean that it could not overcome it, that, more to the point, he and Carlos could not overcome it.
And he was still here, yes. And so was Carlos. And they were together. And this was surely enough.
Cecil gazed up at Carlos, still gently vibrating. “Yeah, I’m still here. I promise.”
Carlos smiled at him. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Cecil’s mouth, still gripping his hand.
“We need to get up and ready for the day,” Carlos said softlly. “We should call the mayor… see if anything’s developed while we were sleeping.”
Cecil met the kiss softly, humming appreciatively in his throat. He was ever grateful for Carlos’s love and reassurance, and how much warmer the scientist’s touch felt when his own skin was so cold! He felt as if this was itself sufficient to bring him back from
the deadunlife.“Right… Right, good idea,” he murmured in reply. “It’s gonna be a big day, huh? There’s another disaster for the great Carlos the scientist to save the town from.” He chucked thinly, faith and apprehension mingled in equal measure in the quiet sound.
Carlos laughed softly, a little bashful. “I don’t really save anyone from anything… I just give them information.” He kissed Cecil again on the cheek. “I need to go shower and shave,” he murmured with a sigh.
“Oh, you do more than that,” Cecil told him, his voice brimming with all the pride he felt in Carlos. Why, during their very first date, Carlos had saved Night Vale from a malevolent shadow energy that turned people into vaguely torso-and-limb shaped black spaces in the fabric of reality. It was a memory that Cecil cherished.
“OK, sweetheart,” he said sweetly, his voice still a bit quiet. “While you do that, I’ll go ahead and check on the situation at large.”
Carlos smiled at him gently. He then yawned suddenly, reaching up to cover his mouth. “Ugh… sorry. Time to get up and get busy…” He turned to stand up from the bed and started to stretch his arms high above his head. His back gave an uncomfortable crack and Carlos groaned.
“Are you OK?” Cecil asked sympathetically as he gradually pulled himself up off the bed. His concern for his husband was written in his features (somewhat ironic considering his own troubles), and as soon as he was on his feet, the newly vampiric radio host was by Carlos’s side again, fretful as ever.
Carlos hummed. “I dunno… must’ve slept wrong,” he murmured. He took a deep breath and felt some more bones crack. “Ugh… that’ll stick with me for a while.” Carlos held his hand out for Cecil’s. “C’mon… we got work to do.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, hon – I’m okay.” He reaches to take Cecil’s hand and leans in to press a kiss to his cheek.
“Good. You worry me, you know.” He accepts the affection with a worried little smile, and sighs lightly, giving Carlos’s hand a squeeze.
Carlos smiled at him. “It’s okay, Cecil,” he said. “I’m a Scientist. A scientist is mostly fine. But maybe, if it’d help… I could take an afternoon off from being a scientist? And we can go do something together?”
“I would like that very, very much.” Cecil answered, nuzzling against Carlos. He breathed in deeply and pressed against him. “A scientist may be mostly fine, but sometimes he needs to be careful with his science. And I sure wouldn’t mind if he took a break from science altogether for a bit to spend time with me.”
Carlos hummed, pressing a kiss to Cecil’s head. “Sounds like a plan, then,” he said. “What do you wanna do? A picnic dinner? Netflix and lounge-on-the-couch?”
“Mmm, let’s go out,” Cecil said, lowering his head a bit as he accepted the kiss happily, already visibly more relaxed. “It’s a little stuffy in here. A picnic sounds absolutely perfect.”
“Alright,” Carlos accepted with a grin. “I can make us some pasta to pack and we can go to the park and try not to look at the Brown Stone Spire.”
“Oh what a wonderful idea!” Cecil said, perfectly delighted. He slid his arms around Carlos’s waist and held him close. “I can’t imagine a way I would rather spend the afternoon, sweetheart.”
Carlos hummed and held him close. “That’d be great. What do you wanna eat?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, hon – I’m okay.” He reaches to take Cecil’s hand and leans in to press a kiss to his cheek.
“Good. You worry me, you know.” He accepts the affection with a worried little smile, and sighs lightly, giving Carlos’s hand a squeeze.
Carlos smiled at him. “It’s okay, Cecil,” he said. “I’m a Scientist. A scientist is mostly fine. But maybe, if it’d help… I could take an afternoon off from being a scientist? And we can go do something together?”
“I would like that very, very much.” Cecil answered, nuzzling against Carlos. He breathed in deeply and pressed against him. “A scientist may be mostly fine, but sometimes he needs to be careful with his science. And I sure wouldn’t mind if he took a break from science altogether for a bit to spend time with me.”
Carlos hummed, pressing a kiss to Cecil’s head. “Sounds like a plan, then,” he said. “What do you wanna do? A picnic dinner? Netflix and lounge-on-the-couch?”
“Mmm, let’s go out,” Cecil said, lowering his head a bit as he accepted the kiss happily, already visibly more relaxed. “It’s a little stuffy in here. A picnic sounds absolutely perfect.”
“Alright,” Carlos accepted with a grin. “I can make us some pasta to pack and we can go to the park and try not to look at the Brown Stone Spire.”
the-perfect-scientist:
Carlos nodded in agreement. “Yeah… it doesn’t seem real for me, either. It’s been… roughly twelve hours already. But you’re still here… that’s all that matters.” Carlos took his hand and lifted it to his mouth, giving him gentle, loving kisses.
Cecil vibrated softly at the affection, yet at the same time he was trying to wrap his mind around the first part of what Carlos had just told him.
Twelve hours already. Twelve hours, he had been afflicted with this strange, horrific curse. Yet what was twelve hours compared to a lifetime, an eternity? Cecil shuddered. It wouldn’t come to that. Rather, he hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Optimistically, this would be cured. Again, he had to remind himself of his husband’s brilliance, of the effectiveness of science. Just because Night Vale had never had to face vampirism before did not mean that it could not overcome it, that, more to the point, he and Carlos could not overcome it.
And he was still here, yes. And so was Carlos. And they were together. And this was surely enough.
Cecil gazed up at Carlos, still gently vibrating. “Yeah, I’m still here. I promise.”
Carlos smiled at him. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Cecil’s mouth, still gripping his hand.
“We need to get up and ready for the day,” Carlos said softlly. “We should call the mayor… see if anything’s developed while we were sleeping.”
Cecil met the kiss softly, humming appreciatively in his throat. He was ever grateful for Carlos’s love and reassurance, and how much warmer the scientist’s touch felt when his own skin was so cold! He felt as if this was itself sufficient to bring him back from
the deadunlife.“Right… Right, good idea,” he murmured in reply. “It’s gonna be a big day, huh? There’s another disaster for the great Carlos the scientist to save the town from.” He chucked thinly, faith and apprehension mingled in equal measure in the quiet sound.
Carlos laughed softly, a little bashful. “I don’t really save anyone from anything… I just give them information.” He kissed Cecil again on the cheek. “I need to go shower and shave,” he murmured with a sigh.
“Oh, you do more than that,” Cecil told him, his voice brimming with all the pride he felt in Carlos. Why, during their very first date, Carlos had saved Night Vale from a malevolent shadow energy that turned people into vaguely torso-and-limb shaped black spaces in the fabric of reality. It was a memory that Cecil cherished.
“OK, sweetheart,” he said sweetly, his voice still a bit quiet. “While you do that, I’ll go ahead and check on the situation at large.”
Carlos smiled at him gently. He then yawned suddenly, reaching up to cover his mouth. “Ugh… sorry. Time to get up and get busy…” He turned to stand up from the bed and started to stretch his arms high above his head. His back gave an uncomfortable crack and Carlos groaned.
the-perfect-scientist:
Carlos nodded in agreement. “Yeah… it doesn’t seem real for me, either. It’s been… roughly twelve hours already. But you’re still here… that’s all that matters.” Carlos took his hand and lifted it to his mouth, giving him gentle, loving kisses.
Cecil vibrated softly at the affection, yet at the same time he was trying to wrap his mind around the first part of what Carlos had just told him.
Twelve hours already. Twelve hours, he had been afflicted with this strange, horrific curse. Yet what was twelve hours compared to a lifetime, an eternity? Cecil shuddered. It wouldn’t come to that. Rather, he hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Optimistically, this would be cured. Again, he had to remind himself of his husband’s brilliance, of the effectiveness of science. Just because Night Vale had never had to face vampirism before did not mean that it could not overcome it, that, more to the point, he and Carlos could not overcome it.
And he was still here, yes. And so was Carlos. And they were together. And this was surely enough.
Cecil gazed up at Carlos, still gently vibrating. “Yeah, I’m still here. I promise.”
Carlos smiled at him. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Cecil’s mouth, still gripping his hand.
“We need to get up and ready for the day,” Carlos said softlly. “We should call the mayor… see if anything’s developed while we were sleeping.”
Cecil met the kiss softly, humming appreciatively in his throat. He was ever grateful for Carlos’s love and reassurance, and how much warmer the scientist’s touch felt when his own skin was so cold! He felt as if this was itself sufficient to bring him back from
the deadunlife.“Right… Right, good idea,” he murmured in reply. “It’s gonna be a big day, huh? There’s another disaster for the great Carlos the scientist to save the town from.” He chucked thinly, faith and apprehension mingled in equal measure in the quiet sound.
Carlos laughed softly, a little bashful. “I don’t really save anyone from anything… I just give them information.” He kissed Cecil again on the cheek. “I need to go shower and shave,” he murmured with a sigh.
the-perfect-scientist:
Carlos nodded in agreement. “Yeah… it doesn’t seem real for me, either. It’s been… roughly twelve hours already. But you’re still here… that’s all that matters.” Carlos took his hand and lifted it to his mouth, giving him gentle, loving kisses.
Cecil vibrated softly at the affection, yet at the same time he was trying to wrap his mind around the first part of what Carlos had just told him.
Twelve hours already. Twelve hours, he had been afflicted with this strange, horrific curse. Yet what was twelve hours compared to a lifetime, an eternity? Cecil shuddered. It wouldn’t come to that. Rather, he hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Optimistically, this would be cured. Again, he had to remind himself of his husband’s brilliance, of the effectiveness of science. Just because Night Vale had never had to face vampirism before did not mean that it could not overcome it, that, more to the point, he and Carlos could not overcome it.
And he was still here, yes. And so was Carlos. And they were together. And this was surely enough.
Cecil gazed up at Carlos, still gently vibrating. “Yeah, I’m still here. I promise.”
Carlos smiled at him. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Cecil’s mouth, still gripping his hand.
“We need to get up and ready for the day,” Carlos said softlly. “We should call the mayor… see if anything’s developed while we were sleeping.”
The Perfect Scientist 