PSL; vanyel

[itssacrifice]

[It had been a day; first some megalomaniac had tried to use his ability to manipulate water to drown the entirety of Opal City in ocean water, and then Apollo had to fistfight a rogue mage in some Shadow World, which had been about as pleasant as the name suggests. Now that he's home he wastes no time in peeling his thin uniform off his body, casually draping it over the lip of the hamper basket, as he moves through the bedroom and into the bathroom.

Vanyel doesn't seem to be home yet, either held up on campus or doing some last minute errands, so he should have time to dip into the shower for a quick clean up. The hot water does magic on his tense and weary muscles. He might not experience physical exhaustion much anymore, but the mental exhaustion is there, and there's something about water that just seems to ease everything away.

But even with his head under the waterfall of the shower head, he hears when the door to their apartment opens, signaling the return of his boyfriend. He shuts the water off to be heard.]

Van? You wouldn't believe the day I've had.

[Dragging the shower curtain back, he reaches for the towel hanging nearby.]

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[peacockherald]

<sub>[ All anyone would have been able to make of Vanyel as he dashed towards his apartment was a blur of white sweater and black hair. He had practically burst out of the classroom in a rather rude fashion when his phone buzzed with the text message. He most assuredly had made a sort of strangled squeal comprised of excitement and anxious terror.

He almost considered Gating, but even his anxiousness wasn't enough to make him do quite that just yet. Perhaps if there had been worse news, but not just yet. He settled for throwing open the door to their apartment and diving for his overnight bag, tossing clothes into it in a manner that could only be described as 'willy-nilly'.

Hearing Andrew, he darted for the bathroom, cheeks flushed bright and high. ]</sub>

We need to go! Now!

_{[ And with that he darted back to the bedroom, tossing underwear into the bag. ]}

[itssacrifice]

[The sounds of zippers being pulled open and clothes being tossed around filters through the room to his ears, peaking his curiosity. He's giving his body a quick run down with the towel when Vanyel bursts into the bathroom, makes his announcement and then flies back out.

Eyebrow raised, he follows his boyfriend into their bedroom and watches as he continues to fling items into the overnight bag.]

I appreciate the urgency, babe. But I need a little more to go on here. What's the emergency? Is anyone hurt?

[peacockherald]

It's Yfandes!

_{[ Aka his best friend next to Andrew, his prize mare, the creature he loved most in the world (yes, probably more than Andrew... maybe. There were days). Either way, anything involving her always got Vanyel's full attention and energy, as made clear by the clothes being stuff down and zipped up. ]}

Hurry and change! We should fly there. A car will take to long.

_{[ He threw clothing at Andrew now to get him to hurry, diving for the closet to get shoes for the pair of them. ]}