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TDM #4
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The Lobby.
- When you open your eyes, there is quite a lot of beige to take in. The unassuming walls of the room you've found yourself in are barren save for a single motivational poster directly in your line of sight. An illuminated sign above an open door on the far wall reads 'lobby exit.'
"Welcome," chimes a polite, synthesized voice. "I'm happy you're here." A moment later comes the clarity of the situation: you have died and so has the world you came from. "This is Amani, your new reality," continues The Peacekeeper. "Everything will be fine."
At least you aren't the only one here, you'll soon find out, as others who are just as confused and concerned as you are mingling on the main hub's first floor. Hopefully, you find a familiar face among the crowd. If not, that's all right. You'll get to know quite a few people very well soon enough.
- If you're one of the unlucky few whose death required a bit more intensive re-coding to maintain stability in the simulation, you'll instead awaken on a bed in the infirmary. Everything is strikingly white save for the occasional string of vines with lavender growing in bursts to help keep people calm. Whether or not it works seems to be on a case-by-case basis.
While there is no active medical staff, the voice of The Peacekeeper is there to explain the situation in a more delicate manner to these individuals. It's already stressful enough having to have gone through such a violent death, after all!
If characters want more questions answered, they'll need to speak to The Peacekeeper directly. But first, it will encourage socialization in the main hub and hopefully, you'll find someone you recognize to make taking things in a little easier.
WHAT
The fourth Amani TDM!
WHEN
April 21st, 2022
KINKS OF THE MONTH
★ Tickling
★ Facials
★ School Uniforms
★ Sharing
★ Hurt/Comfort
★ Facials
★ School Uniforms
★ Sharing
★ Hurt/Comfort
WELCOME
Throughout the main hub where everyone congregates, a light chiming echoes through the first floor. "Hello, everyone," comes the synthetic voice from when you first arrived. "Please, watch your step since there's quite a few puddles around. If you'd like, there is cake, some refreshments, and some eggs for you in these trying times. If they feel warmer than usual, that's because they're going to hatch soon!"
While the Peacekeeper doesn't elaborate, as usual, simulation inhabitants are free to notice the eggs that either they gathered or are still littering the simulation are now warm to the touch, give off a faint glow, and may even move subtly now and again if watched.
Dark, ominous clouds begin to gather over every piece of sky in the simulation and before long blot out the sun. Sheets of rain begin to pour down almost without warning. Hopefully, you've managed to fix those leaks in your house! Or maybe you're finding new ones...
Lightning splits the sky with a dramatic crackle and thunder booms not long after it. The wind howls and the worst of the storm won't relent for a few hours at the least. Even after, the rain will linger for days on and off to varying degrees of severity.
While the weather has taken a turn for the gloomy, that doesn't mean that simulation inhabitants have to be! In fact, it may feel somewhat refreshing as if the rain is washing away any negativity lingering after The Overseer's masquerade. Whether by her design or not, she - nor The Peacekeeper - will say but it does seem that she wants to keep relations as peaceful between the simulation inhabitants and creators as she can.
Of course, your buckets might not just be catching water. With the rising water levels, the fish that inhabit the simulation's waters are just as confused as anyone else. Even more confusing is the glitch causing them to transform once they find themselves on solid (mostly) ground.
Thankfully, they don't change into anything harmful. Well, maybe to your teeth since an abundance of sweet treats is bound to cause a cavity or two... Not to mention the other odd effects that food here is known to have.
If the party and its cake don't appeal to you, that's perfectly fine. This is the perfect time to configure your Digitized Technical Friend or your DTF status. A DTF is similar to a dæmon from His Dark Materials in that it is connected to and a reflection of a character's soul. These DTFs take shape accordingly and are projections similar to the NPCs. Think of them as your own personal Clippy except less annoying. Hopefully.
Once that's set-up, there are other locations of the main hub to investigate! You can still find an (off-key) instrument to play in the music lounge or check out the (algae-ridden) pool.
You can even visit The Peacekeeper themselves on the second floor. They're always happy to have visitors! They're also conveniently where you might place a complaint about that status of the main hub and its amenities.
While the Peacekeeper doesn't elaborate, as usual, simulation inhabitants are free to notice the eggs that either they gathered or are still littering the simulation are now warm to the touch, give off a faint glow, and may even move subtly now and again if watched.
APRIL SHOWERS
Granted, there are bigger things to worry about such as the storm that's rolling in.Dark, ominous clouds begin to gather over every piece of sky in the simulation and before long blot out the sun. Sheets of rain begin to pour down almost without warning. Hopefully, you've managed to fix those leaks in your house! Or maybe you're finding new ones...
Lightning splits the sky with a dramatic crackle and thunder booms not long after it. The wind howls and the worst of the storm won't relent for a few hours at the least. Even after, the rain will linger for days on and off to varying degrees of severity.
While the weather has taken a turn for the gloomy, that doesn't mean that simulation inhabitants have to be! In fact, it may feel somewhat refreshing as if the rain is washing away any negativity lingering after The Overseer's masquerade. Whether by her design or not, she - nor The Peacekeeper - will say but it does seem that she wants to keep relations as peaceful between the simulation inhabitants and creators as she can.
ONE FISH, TWO FISH...
The constant rain brings water levels of the rivers and eddies up at an alarming rate. Flooding is inevitable and, hopefully, the place you've claimed as your own isn't in the way. If it is, you might want to get the buckets ready or consider a relocation!Of course, your buckets might not just be catching water. With the rising water levels, the fish that inhabit the simulation's waters are just as confused as anyone else. Even more confusing is the glitch causing them to transform once they find themselves on solid (mostly) ground.
Thankfully, they don't change into anything harmful. Well, maybe to your teeth since an abundance of sweet treats is bound to cause a cavity or two... Not to mention the other odd effects that food here is known to have.
- ★ Taiyaki » Despite having just jumped out of the chilly waters, these tasty treats will be warm to the touch and generate steam. After biting into one, you'll radiate warmth no matter what for a brief period of time. Being a walking furnace sure is nice with this damp, cold atmosphere... Maybe you'll find a friend or two to huddle up with and keep warm.
★ Swedish Fish » Eating one of these stretchy, gummy candies will increase your flexibility. Literally and metaphorically! It might be easier to be convinced to do something you wouldn't have before and now you can bend just the right way to make it extra fun.
★ Hard Fish Candy » These tart candies will render someone unable to speak until it completely dissolves. This can take a while, too, since they seem to be persistantly stuck to the roof of your mouth! Yet, don't underestimate the power of body language to speak your mind.
★ Chocolate Sardines » Eating one of these rich bite-sized treats will make you sweeter. No, really! Candy kisses isn't just an expression after eating these fish. You taste delicious. Maybe too delicious... Be careful! Once someone gets a taste of you, they might not want to stop anytime soon.
WHAT'S YOUR DTF STATUS?
If the party and its cake don't appeal to you, that's perfectly fine. This is the perfect time to configure your Digitized Technical Friend or your DTF status. A DTF is similar to a dæmon from His Dark Materials in that it is connected to and a reflection of a character's soul. These DTFs take shape accordingly and are projections similar to the NPCs. Think of them as your own personal Clippy except less annoying. Hopefully.
Once that's set-up, there are other locations of the main hub to investigate! You can still find an (off-key) instrument to play in the music lounge or check out the (algae-ridden) pool.
You can even visit The Peacekeeper themselves on the second floor. They're always happy to have visitors! They're also conveniently where you might place a complaint about that status of the main hub and its amenities.
RAINING CATS AND DOGS
While the fishy foods are odd enough as is, another glitch appears to be occurring throughout the simulation but this time originates not from the rain but The Peacekeeper's humble musings. "Did you know," speaks the resident AI, "that there is an expression called 'raining cats and dogs'? I think that's such a curious saying! It made me wonder what it might actually look like..."
Following the strange, unexpected 'announcement,' inhabitants may begin to notice large globs of water falling periodically from the sky now amidst the regular rain. When they hit the ground with a large splash, nothing is there... at first. The water will burst apart only to reassemble into a canine or feline friend. Well, it's shaped like a dog or a cat.
Due to the sudden nature of their spawning though, some things aren't quite right. Perhaps that cat has only three legs instead of four; a dog may be missing an eye, an ear, or even its tail. And those are the more tame oddities! While the unique animals aren't overly abundant there are still a good number that spawn across the days of rain. Don't be surprised if a dog takes up shelter from the storm on your porch or you come home to a cat you don't own having climbed through a loose window.
While this might be exactly the addition to your home that you wanted, it doesn't change the leaky roof or broken window in your new place. Or, unfortunately, the fact that there's no extra space for a pet yet. No, unfortunately that will still need to be fixed the peaceful way. If you'd like more lighting or even cozier clothes, simulation inhabitants are reminded that 'peaceful interactions' are very important!
It might be a good idea to stick close to someone you know, for now, since even the smallest amounts of intimacy might see subtle changes occurring where they're staying. Perhaps that broken window is now fixed, the grime and dust seem a little less, or the floor doesn't creak quite as loud.
Larger changes, however, will only come after demonstrating the more powerful peaceful interactions. If you want new hardwood floors or a fresh coat of paint on the walls, you're going to have to demonstrate how well you 'get along' with others against them first.
Following the strange, unexpected 'announcement,' inhabitants may begin to notice large globs of water falling periodically from the sky now amidst the regular rain. When they hit the ground with a large splash, nothing is there... at first. The water will burst apart only to reassemble into a canine or feline friend. Well, it's shaped like a dog or a cat.
Due to the sudden nature of their spawning though, some things aren't quite right. Perhaps that cat has only three legs instead of four; a dog may be missing an eye, an ear, or even its tail. And those are the more tame oddities! While the unique animals aren't overly abundant there are still a good number that spawn across the days of rain. Don't be surprised if a dog takes up shelter from the storm on your porch or you come home to a cat you don't own having climbed through a loose window.
While this might be exactly the addition to your home that you wanted, it doesn't change the leaky roof or broken window in your new place. Or, unfortunately, the fact that there's no extra space for a pet yet. No, unfortunately that will still need to be fixed the peaceful way. If you'd like more lighting or even cozier clothes, simulation inhabitants are reminded that 'peaceful interactions' are very important!
It might be a good idea to stick close to someone you know, for now, since even the smallest amounts of intimacy might see subtle changes occurring where they're staying. Perhaps that broken window is now fixed, the grime and dust seem a little less, or the floor doesn't creak quite as loud.
Larger changes, however, will only come after demonstrating the more powerful peaceful interactions. If you want new hardwood floors or a fresh coat of paint on the walls, you're going to have to demonstrate how well you 'get along' with others against them first.
SEEING PINK
ear the end of the week, the rain finally relents and temperatures continue to gradually increase. Those May flowers can't quite seem to wait though since several of the trees lining the edge of the forest bloom brilliant pink blossoms that a DTF will be able to identify as love blossoms. While the blooms won't last very long, they certainly are using all the time they have to take over.
The pollen is one thing. It may start out as just a tickle in your nose or stuffy head but eventually turns into something much more lovely. You're tickled pink about almost everything, it seems, and want to share that happiness with others. And who needs rose-colored glasses when almost everywhere one looks there's a string of love blossoms blooming?
These invasive flowers are in your garden, along the vines in the city, and even sprawling through the main hub! It actually seems almost impossible to avoid them. The Peacekeeper assures inhabitants that it isn't purposeful and just the natural cycle of the love blossoms.
Enjoy the mood-lifting and groin-tingling effects while they last! The love blossoms will only linger for a few days, at most, before receding back to the forest line and eventually falling dormant again until next spring.
The pollen is one thing. It may start out as just a tickle in your nose or stuffy head but eventually turns into something much more lovely. You're tickled pink about almost everything, it seems, and want to share that happiness with others. And who needs rose-colored glasses when almost everywhere one looks there's a string of love blossoms blooming?
These invasive flowers are in your garden, along the vines in the city, and even sprawling through the main hub! It actually seems almost impossible to avoid them. The Peacekeeper assures inhabitants that it isn't purposeful and just the natural cycle of the love blossoms.
Enjoy the mood-lifting and groin-tingling effects while they last! The love blossoms will only linger for a few days, at most, before receding back to the forest line and eventually falling dormant again until next spring.
SEXY STAMP CARD
If you're wondering about these 'peaceful interactions' that keep being mentioned or what the kinks of the month are for... Here's your answer! Upon arrival, all characters will receive a digital copy of their very own sexy stamp card.
Completing peaceful interactions (i.e. kinks) will reward characters with stamps that they can turn in for re-gains and many other things! While the example one here is the standard issued card by The Peacekeeper, players are more than welcome to customize it how they see fit. Have fun with it!NOTES
Completing peaceful interactions (i.e. kinks) will reward characters with stamps that they can turn in for re-gains and many other things! While the example one here is the standard issued card by The Peacekeeper, players are more than welcome to customize it how they see fit. Have fun with it!
★ The kinks of the month have changed! Be sure to check this post for what the new ones are. Also, give a congratulations to Corrin (
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fatefulprince) as the as the new leader of the sexy leaderboard! 🎉★ The effects of the strange fish candies can, as always, be as heavy or light as you'd like! It can be chalked up to differences in resistance, non-humanity or not, etc. etc. Also, they can mixed-and-matched! Have fun with that.
★ The flora and fauna page will be updated. It's also still open for player suggestions! All you need to do now is link your check-in (or player claim) comment to make a submission!
★ Make sure to dunk your questions/feedback in the thread below!
NAVIGATION
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As much as you're willing to show me, I'd be glad to see. [And certainly none of the appeal of these tattoos is seeing more of Wayland's skin, or the pollen Sephiroth himself is inhaling. It's at least not part of the conscious appeal...]
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of course, in turning, he reveals a pretty ugly-looking scar that looks almost like someone tried to gut him. on his collar bone, straight, thick cuts lay there as well, healed over stark against his darker skin.
he hesitates. because he looks at the other and feels his stomach twist warmly. oh.
and then. ]
That's all of 'em... 'least for now. Paloma jokes about how I'm runnin' out of space...
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Those associations to a man Sephiroth loves more than anything, a man who he'd never really processed or addressed his attraction to...that only makes Sephiroth warmer in his own turn. There's no doubt men built like this appeal to him.
He's genuinely fascinated by the tattoos, so why does it feel so hard to pay proper attention to them suddenly? Sephiroth feels like he's struggling with a magic eye picture, where one part stays stubbornly out of focus no matter how much he tries to direct his attention to it while the other jumps out at his eye. As much as he tries to take in the artistry of the tattoos, he keeps getting distracted by the body beneath them.
The scars don't turn him off, although they do surprise them in their severity. But he's learned from his encounter with Zechs; bringing up scars under pleasant circumstances tends to chill the mood. And there's a strangely gentle quality in this moment that he doesn't want to sour. So while his eyes visibly trace them, with a faint concerned furrow of his brow, he doesn't bring them up.]
Paloma? [He glances up at Wayland.] A friend, I assume...?
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[ truth is, wayland is really trying hard not to reach out and pluck a stray petal from the other's hair—it's fallen and clinging to a strand near his cheek. unfortunately, the pollen he's been breathing in is clinging now, its effects stubbornly sinking in. he scoots just a bit closer, leaning in maybe more than is necessary, but between the pollen and curiosity, he can't help but want a closer look, and if he happens to be close enough to breathe him in just a bit, well. he can't help it. he's a wolf at his core. ]
Hold still...
[ his fingers are gentle, and on the inside of his palms, more scarring like a hot brand splays along the skin there. he plucks the petal gently, though the backs of his fingers may accidentally brush the other's cheek. he eyes it a moment before he flicks it back onto the wind. however, he lingers, taking in the familiar scent of rain and something like mint along the edges.
he bites his lower lip a moment. he tells himself to breathe, but that's a mistake, because it's just pollen and this guy who has so painstakingly plucked the petals from his own hair.
his eyes, golden and gentle, lift to meet his.
the words leave him before he can take them back: ]
You smell good... sorry, I just... sensitive nose... can't help it...
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Wayland's fingers brush his skin, and he can't help an intake of breath. At this proximity it's just as impossible for him to shut out Wayland's smell as the reverse - and he finds that, in a way, it reminds him of the war. Not in an unpleasant way, despite the fact that most of the campaign in Wutai had been miserable. But there's a fresh scent that makes him think of the earth after a soft rain, natural smells he'd almost never encountered in Midgar, and the slight spice of incense not unlike what was burned in their temples. (Not that he'd often visited their temples after the first time.) Scents he'd rarely encountered anywhere else in his life. And yet those parts of the war hadn't been bad for him. They'd been the parts of it that had made him wish he was there under any other circumstances - the parts he'd wanted to be able to enjoy.
(There's also sweat, but that's something easy to smell on most people and Sephiroth ignores that as statistically meaningless. Though as far as a person's natural smell goes...Wayland's isn't bad at all.)
The contact with Wayland's hand is too quickly gone to lean into, but he finds himself trying to anyway and catching himself rather self-consciously.
And then Wayland looks at him - perhaps the squarest they've looked at each other so far - and Sephiroth finds himself struck by just how warm the other man's eyes are. His own are always so sharp and alien, the glowing green cold and unnatural. Wayland's seem about as far from that as it's possible to be, and he likes that about them.
The mention of a sensitive nose, however - of realizing Wayland is also smelling him the way he's smelling Wayland - surprises a quiet laugh out of him.] I'm the same. The way you smell...I was getting lost in memories.
[Well, at least that's one less thing for Wayland to apologize over.]
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Scent's a powerful thing.
[ he glances upwards, to the blossoms steadily falling downwards. he's pretty sure there's no point in trying to re-pick the ones that have begun to gather in his hair again. as he notices this, he... gives a very soft chuckle. it happens—where he nudges him softly with his shoulder. it's a quiet offering. a tap to say you could touch me to if you wanted, that maybe it would be alright. his face feels warm, but he's trying to ignore it, even as his eyes trail over the other's lips for a few moments too long. ]
Sorry 'bout your hard work... [ he sighs a bit, plucking another out of his own hair with a shake of his head ] But I think these petals are real determined to stick around.
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He misses the glance at his lips, however, when Wayland mentions the petals, and Sephiroth frowns.] I never actually braided your hair for you... [He feels as though he's obligated to follow through on the offer he'd made, but even more than that...he finds he wants to run his hands through that hair. It looks soft and thick in a way Sephiroth's own fine waterfall of hair has never been. Of course, he can't take off his gloves without violating the one concession he was able to offer to Wayland's uncertainty about letting someone touch his hair at all, which means he won't actually be able to feel it...but even then, he finds he still wants to.] It might not entirely prevent them getting in your hair, but it could still be better than nothing.
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[ braiding... right. he holds a beat before repositioning himself again, this time, finding himself wanting to press just a little closer. intentional or unintentional, he's not certain anymore, drawn in between breaths what this man smells like and the pollen on the air.
wayland won't pull back from where they remain.
he hesitates. and then shakes his head before offering the other a quiet hum. ]
'Fore you do. Give me your hands a moment.
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May I remove them?
[ he meets his eyes, thumb stroking steadily there at the base of sephiroth's palm. ]
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Something of an interesting contrast to Wayland's scarred palms, really. And perhaps a bit obscene, considering the things Sephiroth's hands have done compared to Wayland's - which of them is marked should probably be reversed.]
You may, but...you don't mind my touching your hair directly...? [He's not questioning this nearly as much as he could. This is something he'd wanted, after all. Still, he feels the need to at least double check once. This whole encounter has been - he's not certain he can define it properly, but it's certainly something he's treasuring even as it happens. Meaningful enough, at least, that he's all the more motivated to be conscientious of Wayland and his earlier reservations.]
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[ it's only fair, after all, to ask. as wayland demands respect for his body, so too does he ask to give the same courtesy to the other. the desire to press onward trembles at his fingertips. ]
If so... then I don't mind.
[ sephiroth's hands are... so vastly different than his, and as he removes the first glove with permission given for that, he looks downwards at it. and then lifts it up to press it carefully to his cheek, once again meeting his eyes with the faintest smile on his lips before letting go, hoping it remains there. ]
Go ahead. You can touch.
[ the back of his neck prickles in anticipation. he wants to touch more as well, but. he'll wait for a response to his invitation. ]
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Self-consciousness seems a little unnecessary, however, when Wayland actually presses Sephiroth's hand to his face. Sephiroth's hand is extra warm from the glove, and soft, and he does indeed keep it there for a long moment as he simply gazes at Wayland.
Honestly, he's almost...forgotten what he's supposed to be doing.
Eventually, however, memory sparks, and the self-consciousness returns. Getting flustered like this really isn't like him. To combat the spike of awkwardness, he immediately shifts, turning to face Wayland a bit more fully - and my they certainly are close now, but Sephiroth brushes that off as being required for this - before that hand moves from his cheek to comb fingers carefully through his hair. After a moment, his other hand moves to join it.
The petals have him so lost in things that he doesn't, for now, even stop to question how the hell he's supposed to braid Wayland's hair from the front. He's too caught up in simply wanting to run his hands through it to be worried about that.]
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There... seems silly to keep the other on... don't cha think?
[ he says it softly, guiding it to join its twin, threading through his hair. braiding is sure a thing they were trying to do, but as wayland slides his own bare fingers into sephiroth's hair, the strands slipping through his knuckles, he realizes that he doesn't really want to have his hair braided anymore. he wants... he wants someone to just touch it. to touch him. there's heat building up at his throat, flushing his cheeks, and as he presses forward, their foreheads softly push together. ]
Y'know... fuck the braid...
[ he doesn't really care. it's strange, because so far the only ones who have ever handled his hair have been his mother or his father, or shepherd-who-walks-with-his-flock. paloma to tattoo his nape. he can count them on one hand. but there's no danger here, strangely enough, not that he can feel. just something strangely similar. a quiet taint lies under every lungful, and wayland wants to push deeper.
their noses brush. ]
Your hair's real soft... [ curling a bit around his knuckles, he lingers in the moment, his gold eyes flicking forward again to meet the other's. ]
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Oh, right...his other glove. Sephiroth's had a touch of color to his cheeks, but it definitely darkens to noticeable levels here - mostly out of pure, genuine self-consciousness. He'd been so eager, he hadn't even waited until the other glove was pulled off...or processed that it was still on. That's...definitely embarrassing. He's always had a cool head and a methodical manner, but right now...he feels strangely fumbling and awkward.]
Of course...
[But then Wayland is guiding Sephiroth's hands into his hair again, and with both hands able to feel it...it's as satisfying as Sephiroth had imagined it would be. And then Wayland's warm hands combing through his own hair...it feels just as good as when Genesis and Angeal would do it for him. He's so caught up in simply enjoying what there is that it's almost a surprise when Wayland's forehead bumps gently against his own, and he finds himself looking into this eyes at the closest range yet. At this point, they're so close that never mind breathing each other's scent, they're practically breathing each other's air; Sephiroth can feel the gentle stir of Wayland's breath against his lips.
He wants to say that Wayland's hair is soft, too, return the compliment, but the words get lost somewhere on their way to his vocal cords. Most of his thoughts have gone blank, but not unpleasantly so; the soft haze that's settled over him is like a blanket, warm and conveying a feeling of security. He doesn't feel like he particularly needs to think right now.
The effort to tilt his head and lean forward that almost-nothing distance to brush his lips against Wayland's is so negligible that there seems to be no reason not to exert it. Hesitating to do so no longer even occurs to him.]
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when seph's lips brush against his own, his eyes flutter shut completely and he cradles his head, kissing him very softly. this close, he can smell the other quite thoroughly, the crisp clean notes of rain and something darker, almost tainted, underneath.
part of wayland's own soul clenches, like looking in a mirror and seeing something ugly, but somehow adoring that ugly thing all the same. sephiroth's hair slips through his fingers and he parts ever so slightly to look him in the eyes and whisper. ]
Think you and I... got something awful in common...
[ their foreheads brushing, then noses, then wayland like a true creature pushes them both to the lush grass, the ground, and kisses sephiroth in earnest, his body thrumming with nerves, anticipation. what are you doing, weathers-the-storm, some part of him says, but also... he doesn't care.
feels weird that this man... might understand precisely what's been quite literally eating him alive from the inside. ]
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Yes. [Sephiroth's voice is faintly hoarse.] I smell it, too... [It's...impossible to describe. Something vaguely sinister, something off, a lurking threat on the edge of scent threading through the far more pleasant smells that make up Wayland. Something that's a part of him, without being of him. He's been catching hints of it all along, but it's only now that they're so close that he can really trace the complexities of it, pick up the distinction between it and Wayland's natural scent.
And from what Wayland is saying...the man must be able to smell the Jenova in Sephiroth. He'd wondered, really, if there was anything of it to scent or to sense here where the virus seems to be dormant, not affecting his mind in the least...but this seems to answer that. Whether or not it's active, it's definitely still there.
In the moment...Sephiroth finds he doesn't mind so much. Whatever Jenova makes him...Wayland clearly has an unusual situation of his own. And while he'd never wish it on anyone...it's oddly comforting to think that if he had to explain Jenova to this man, he might be able to relate.
Not that thinking, or talking, is really what either of them are interested in right now. Wayland pushes Sephiroth onto his back on the grass and Sephiroth offers no resistance, actually smiling as their lips meet again. His fingers thread carefully through that hair, mindful of its being thicker and thus more prone to tangling than his.]
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he slides his hand down to rest along his sides, to simply kiss him in the lazy, hungry way they can manage here in the warm spring air. wayland wants to fill his lungs with this man, finds himself wanting to lay closer, parallel against one another. there's a peace that fills him, enough to smile just a little bit when he pulls back from the most recent kiss.
he holds for a moment, fingers smoothing up the other's chest, as if trying to memorize the shape of him so close in this moment.
his nose brushes against the other's gaze flicking up to his once before he murmurs, ]
Sorry... couldn't help myself... I... [ he pushes just a bit of hair from sephiroth's face. ] ... You mind if I do that again...?
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[The statement is a needy one, and yet the words come out soft, reassuring rather than demanding. Whatever this is, it's not about urgency, and it's better for that.]
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[ as he breaks away again, smoothing fingers slowly up to curl around sephiroth's. ] Yeah? [ inwardly, disbelief, but he's rolling with it. ] I want you too.
[ he slides fingers into his hair and presses another kiss to his mouth, then to his jaw, lingering against the curve of his neck with his face hot from his own forwardness. he breathes him in here, where he's warm, feeling the pit in his gut fill flush with pleasure.
as he eventually lifts his head to speak, his gold eyes are molten, pupils dilated wide. ]
S'it just me or... are all these clothes in the way?
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But then they're kissing again, and Sephiroth's free hand moves to comb fingers through Wayland's hair in turn, eventually finding the back of his head and using it to draw the man in a little deeper. When Wayland moves his mouth to Sephiroth's jaw, his neck, Sephiroth readily tips his head back, exposing his throat to whatever attentions Wayland cares to give it. Even just him breathing there feels good, breath hot against Sephiroth's skin.
And then another question, this one getting a light chuckle from Sephiroth.] It's not just you. [He reaches down to the sole buckle holding his coat closed at the waist, fingers flicking it open without even looking through virtue of long practice. It doesn't make much of an immediate difference, with Sephiroth lying on it still - and most of his chest bared by default anyway - but it's a clear enough indication of willingness.]
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as the buckle gives, he hums, letting a hand splay along the other's side as his teeth continue to work the soft line of his neck, playing against his pulse with a series of small bites that could leave a mark if he persists (eagerness, maybe a bit of something from the wyld that clings to his skin. he's mapping him out on his hands, against his fingertips, and it isn't until he bears his weight down against his hips that he realizes there's a warmth that's surged beyond his abdomen, further down along his thighs.
one hand slides down to perch precariously against sephiroth's hip, drawing circles with his thumb as he basks in the heat of them both. his eyes draw up and he leans until they're nose to nose again, hovering before he presses in with another hungry kiss, this one with the intent to last.
maybe he'd be worried about someone coming across them, but the longer he's here, the further his mind trails off, unconcerned about others as he holds seph closer. ]
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So when Wayland kisses him, hungry and deep, Sephiroth meets it with more eagerness than he's displayed before. An arm slips around Wayland's back, pulling him closer, pressing their bodies together more.]
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[ he asks it quietly, voice barely a growl between kisses. it's almost animalistic, the way it leaves his throat. his lips trail slowly along his jaw again, one hand curled in sephiroth's hair, the other trailing downwards to brush at his hips slowly. ]
I can do more with my mouth than just kiss... if you want...
[ wayland, in fact, has no qualms about oral of any kind. his heart is beating sharply in his chest and the feverish sensation that's pressing into his skin—all of it compiles into just the need and desire to pleasure this person beneath him. he's pliant and warm, but gaia if he doesn't want to make certain that every second of this is as good for him as it is for himself.
his thumb is on the opening of his trousers, but it doesn't move, rather, it waits for permission (as dubious as it can be with all this pollen, not that he knows it.) ]
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Of course, then Wayland does elaborate, and Sephiroth's gaze immediately drops to those handsome lips of his. Kissing Wayland's mouth, feeling it against his neck, has already been sublime. And Sephiroth knows, thanks to Genesis, just how much better it can get.
He sits up a little, enough to shrug the heavy leather and the metal pauldrons off his shoulders so that his coat falls down his arms. It's easy from there to pull his arms out of the sleeves, and he reaches for Wayland to press a warm hand to the side of his neck, fingers resting along the line of his jaw.] Please...
[It's not begging; it's not nearly enough to be that, at least not yet. It's just a soft entreaty, Sephiroth's green eyes locked with Wayland's golden ones.]
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