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h1mmel · 4 months

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drunk at a party, or something

mobius x eden with mentions of outside relationships, featuring my autistic griseo headcanon and drunk flamechasers

Parties were a rarity in the time where the end of the world approached steadily. Still, that didn’t mean that occasional celebrations weren’t welcomed especially within the tired and well-worn members of Fire Moth.

This particular celebration was held to celebrate the one-month anniversary of the founding of the Flame-Chasers. It had been set up by Elysia, and while all of the other twelve showed up, there were quite a few missing from the attendants. Most cared not for the occasion; only coming to listen to the gossip or enjoy the food and drinks.

When Mobius and Klein first received the invitation, the green-haired doctor was not keen on going. However, her ELF assistant pleaded she come along, as Elysia had promised them a boost in the lab’s budget if Mobius showed her face at the party. So now, here she was, drinking expensive wine and watching the other members of her organization make a mess of themselves in the restaurant they’d rented out.

The lights were dim, and Eden was singing; though she’d had quite a bit to drink already, and wasn’t aware of quite how loud her microphone was turned up. It seemed impossible to hear oneself talk, yet everyone seemed to be chatting unbothered, spare for Mobius and the few others who cared to keep to themselves. The scientist noted with a thought of amusement that the ones who were most chatty were the regular members of Fire Moth, and the actual Flame-Chasers cared much more for having their own space.

Mobius sat near Griseo and Kosma, the former of which was currently working on some sort of drawing. Her sketchbook was propped up in her lap and she didn’t utter a word, eyes squinted as she perched atop one of the fancy chairs. Kosma was sitting beside her with their head rested atop the table; Mobius could not tell if they were keeping an eye out or if they were sleeping.

It was not hard to tell that Elysia was the heart of the party, with the way she bounced between group to group and occasionally joined Eden atop the stage with some less-than-elegant singing which was luckily mostly drowned out by the red haired woman’s more projected voice. Eventually, she stopped by Mobius’s table, propping her elbows up on the fancy tablecloth and crossing her legs.

“Hey, Mobi! How do you like my setup?” It was obvious from the slur in Elysia’s words that she’d had a couple of drinks already, but that didn’t seem to damper her energetic spirit in the slightest.

“It’s…loud,” the scientist shook her head with a look of distaste. “But I appreciate the funding increase.”

“Aww, you’re not having fun?” she made a pouting face, one of a falsified look of hurt that was quickly replaced by her usual grin. “Here, I’ll get you a drink. If you’re not having fun, it just means you're not drunk enough!”

Mobius rolled her eyes at the other woman’s words but didn’t object, watching as Elysia waltzed her way over to the bar and ordered something from the bartender. She came back with a satisfied grin and a green colored drink. Her steps were unsteady on the heels she’d worn and Mobius watched with amusement at the way Elysia struggled to maintain her balance with drink in hand before she finally plopped down in her seat again.

“Here. It’s a mystery drink. Tell me what you think!”

Mobius took a long sip in hopes that accepting the drink would make Elysia leave her alone. It was slightly sweet, but not unpleasantly so, surprisingly made to fit Mobius’s tastes.

“It’s… fruity.”

“It’s fruity and green! It fits you,” Elysia flashed a wink and was about to say something else before she was approached by Pardofelis, who came by and practically tugged her away by the arm insisting that Elysia had to come look at something. The meaning behind her words didn’t sink in to Mobius until Elysia had already been dragged away, and her lips curled up in an expression of amusement that was masked by distaste. Her gaze followed Felis and Elysia's steps to see a group of people had gathered around Kalpas, sans his shirt and doing push-ups on the ground while the onlookers cheered him on.

Embarrassing. Mobius looked away and was thankful that Elysia had been removed from the conversation, at least. Now that she wasn’t being watched, she took another sip of her drink and turned her attention to Griseo.

The pale-haired girl had set her sketchbook aside and was twisting her arm at a weird angle while staring at it intently. At first, Mobius wondered if she was looking at an injury, but it occurred to her that she was trying to model a pose herself with her hand as the reference.

“Hey, Griseo,” Mobius’s voice while addressing the younger girl had a much more gentle tone to it than it did when she spoke with Elysia. “Do you need help?”

“Mm, Auntie Mobius?” she dropped her hands and glanced back. “What?”

“You look like you're struggling to pose.”

Griseo’s brow furrowed anxiously and there was a few moment’s pause before she shook her head and then pointed to her ear to signify she couldn’t hear her.

Mobius had been talking quietly but not too quietly, but it hadn’t occurred to her that the room was loud and Griseo was easy to be overwhelmed by the general chatter and clamor around her. She didn't want to stress the girl out by repeating herself asking a question Griseo couldn’t hear, so she made a drawing motion in one hand to request a pencil.

Griseo passed her a pen and tore a strip of paper from a blank page in her book, passing it to Mobius.

Mobius wrote, “Need me to pose for a reference?”

The younger girl read the note twice over before nodding. She accepted Mobius’s offered hand and folded it at the elbow gently, then moving each of her fingers into the desired position. Griseo’s fingers were cold against her skin, and her fingertips were smudged with graphite.

Mobius held the pose while she sipped at her drink with her other hand. She watched Griseo return to sketching with an emotion visible on her expression that the older woman could not make out.

It was a few minutes before Griseo dismissed Mobius’s pose. She then took her time adding color to the drawing, knees curled up to her chest so that nobody could catch a glimpse of her sketchbook.

When the girl’s fingers had turned ashy and she’d used just about every colored pencil she'd brought, Griseo finally determined it to be finished. She stared at it for quite a while before glancing to Mobius, offering the sketchbook wordlessly to the older woman.

Mobius accepted it and looked at the drawing. She'd been expecting a drawing of a specific person, but instead was met with a headless body that was surrounded in abstract designs and colors. The body wasn't recognizable as any specific person until Mobius noticed the tattoo on the figure’s arm as the same one her mother Blanca had used to have.

She felt sick to her stomach and had to look away from the drawing.

Griseo looked unnerved at Mobius’s reaction and the green-haired woman quickly spoke up to make sure she didn’t get the wrong idea.

“It’s very beautiful, Griseo.” She wasn't lying. The colors the young girl had selected were very pretty and the anatomy of the figure looked as real as life. It was precisely the quality of the drawing itself that made Mobius’s heart twist.

She needed a drink to forget about this. Mobius reached for a sip, but her glass was empty. Fuck.

The green-haired scientist made her way to the bar and set the now empty drink on the counter with a request to the bartender for another. She downed this second drink much quicker than the first.

After a while, Mobius was on drink number three and the bright lights in the room were starting to make her head spin. She wanted to distract herself from staring at the counter, so she instead focused her attention on Eden who was still up front and center.

The red-haired woman was clutching her microphone like it was a lifeline, voice wavering with very dramatic emotion. She sang for a long time and Mobius felt as if she’d gotten lost in the woman’s voice before she finally had to step off the stage for a break.

Unlike earlier, Mobius was feeling in a very good mood. So when Eden disappeared from stage and a slow song came on and people found partners to dance with, the doctor hopped to her feet with an enthusiasm she hadn’t had in ages and headed off in search of Eden.

It took Mobius a second to find the singer, who was resting in the back with glass of wine in hand. Offering not an explanation, she took her by the arm and practically dragged her towards where everyone else was slow-dancing to the song that had been put on.

Only after Mobius had forced Eden to her feet and brought her out front and center did she realize she should ask the woman for permission.

“May I have this dance?” Mobius’s smile was uncharacteristic of her.

“Mobius, why, of course.” Eden wasn’t even the slightest bit startled from having been interrupted. Her gloved fingers found the other woman’s waist and pulled her in close, clasping their fingers together with the other hand. Mobius was much less steady in her movements and it took a moment before she got comfortable and rested her free hand atop Eden’s shoulder.

Before Mobius could even begin to initiate conversation, Eden’s face was pressed up against her shoulder as she pulled their bodies even closer. Both of them swayed off sync with the rhythm of the music and Mobius could feel her cheeks burning as Eden pressed up against her, humming loudly along with the music.

“Eden,” Mobius’s fingertips traced up and down the taller woman’s shoulder. “You’re-”

“-So beautiful,” the redhead interrupted her, voice muffled in her shoulder. “You’re so pretty, Mobius. That twinkle in your eyes is making me feel… melting a little bit.”

Normally Mobius wouldn’t have known how to respond to the praise, but the rush of embarrassment got to her head quickly and she found herself giggling. “Eden, you’re such a liar…. ahaha, you’re the prettiest girl here, you know!” she grinned and pulled the woman’s body closer. “And you’ve got such a pretty voice too. You’re the prettiest woman ever.”

Eden was close enough to taste the alcohol from Mobius’s breath and she gave a smile in response. “Do you think I’m pretty enough that you’d kiss me?”

Mobius replied without falter. “Yes, but,” she looked genuinely upset. “Elysia would have my head.”

“Oh, you’re so funny, darling Mobius,” Eden laughed. “Elysia wouldn’t care. She’d want to kiss you too.”

Mobius giggled as if Eden had just told the funniest joke she’d ever heard and put a little too much of her body weight against the other woman, making both of their steps stumble for a moment. They continued dancing in silence, Mobius’s mind distracted with buzzing thoughts and Eden looking rather tired as if she might drift off in her arms.

Aponia had taken Eden’s place on the stage and her singing voice was much different, lulling in a way that made Mobius’s eyes droop. But unlike Eden, who didn’t care to acknowledge it, Mobius cast a glare at the priestess on stage and fought to keep her eyes open. Aponia’s voice was potent even when she wasn’t using her abilities.

“Mobius,” Eden’s voice was soft and singsong. “The dress you’re wearing is just so pretty. You’d be such a good model for me to make dresses for.”

Mobius laughed and her eyes squinted. “Maybe you should. I have to resize my wardrobe every few months.”

Eden’s eyes narrowed in concern slightly, and there was a moment of silence before she spoke. “I’ve always wondered… what does it feel like? When you shed your skin, that is.”

“I don’t know,” the doctor shrugged, a smile tugging at her lips. “I’m always unconscious when it happens, and wake up in a new body,” she giggled. “It takes a while to get used to the height adjustment, but I’m otherwise good as new.”

“Wow,” Eden’s words were very slow and slightly slurred. “That’s so cool… just like a real life reptile, shedding your skin.”

“If you envy me, I can try and find a way for it to work on other MANTISes."

The red-haired woman laughed and shook her head. “I’d prefer not to. While youth is a blessing, I like my current appearance.”

“A shame,” Mobius pursed her lips. “Maybe when you’ve aged more, you’ll change your mind.”

“Maybe I will,” Eden repeated in a singsong voice, a soft smile on her lips.

Mobius was about to say something in response, but Aponia’s singing in the background was starting to make her head hurt. She tugged Eden by the arm with a growing urgency, leading her towards the door to outside.

“I can’t stand Aponia’s voice. Let’s talk outside.”

Eden followed wordlessly and the cold air outside came like a shock to the both of them. The green-haired doctor hadn't quite realized how intoxicated she was until she felt the fresh air against her skin and realized her head was going in circles and making her stagger. The taller songstress was better at holding her alcohol, but there was still a noticeable flush to Eden’s cheeks.

“So Mobius,” Eden hummed. “What did you want to talk about?”

Mobius laughed, then looked at Eden, then laughed again. “I didn’t really want to talk.”

“Oh? Then did you want-”

“Eden,” the doctor’s hands found the other woman’s shoulder and pulled her close so that they were face to face. Mobius was in an older body currently, matching Eden’s age, but she still had to look up slightly to meet the gaze of the taller woman. It was very apparent from the way her lips parted slightly that she wished to kiss Eden, but she silently waited for the permission that she didn’t want to ask for out loud.

Eden was slow to process Mobius’s nonverbal request. It took her a minute to catch on, but her hand slipped down to the other woman’s waist, and she leaned so that their lips were nearly touching.

“Mobius,” her voice was barely above a whisper. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Shut up,” Mobius’s eyebrows furrowed. She wanted to express her frustration, but couldn't think of further words to snap back, so instead broke the distance between them and brought their lips together.

Their kiss went from soft to messy very quickly. The doctor pushed Eden up against the wall with a gentle thump and Eden only pulled her closer with hands that roamed Mobius’s body eagerly. Her gloved fingers made a mess of the other woman’s green hair that spilled over her shoulders, undone from the bun it had been messily put up in earlier. Both of their lips were slick with each other’s saliva, sloppy kisses often missing each other’s lips.

Mobius was panting and slightly annoyed how Eden wasn’t at all winded. The singer clearly had strong lungs, either from using her voice often or kissing girls often, and Mobius suspected it was a combination of both. It was clear that Eden was experienced in what she was doing compared with the doctor’s more awkward kisses, but her drunken state made her messier. Mobius could taste the wine on Eden’s tongue and it was much sweeter than the drink she had been drinking earlier.

Eden pulled back to allow Mobius to catch her breath and saliva trailed down the snake-woman’s chin. Her snake-like fangs protruded from her lips, though the way her usually thinly slit pupils were widened in the dim light made her look more cute than intimidating.

“So pretty, Doctor Mobius,” Eden softly spoke.

“I’m not drunk enough for this,” was Mobius’s mumbled response.

The night went on and eventually the two went inside and ended up sharing even more drinks together. By the time the party was wrapping up, Mobius was staggering and laughing and making a fool of herself in front of the others. Wrangling the snake woman back home whenever she was intoxicated had previously been the original Klein’s job, but luckily Mobius was drunk enough that she didn’t notice it was actually Su carrying her to her bed this time.

“Thanks, Klein,” she murmured sleepily to the greenish-colored blob as her blankets were tugged over her body. She was too tired to worry about why ‘Klein’ didn't reply.

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