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swordfucker) wrote2018-03-10 06:49 pm
swordfucker) wrote2018-03-10 06:49 pm
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Guren Ichinose | Red | #A5211F
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Guren Ichinose | Red | #A5211F
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[ spoilers he’s not going to want to sleep at all ]
Heh. [ It’s cute, he thinks again, and pokes at one of those pink cheeks before he stands. He’s still going to stay in the bathroom, he’s just stretching and making sure he puts his shampoo away. Small things like this to keep his mind busy. ]
Heh. [ It’s cute, he thinks again, and pokes at one of those pink cheeks before he stands. He’s still going to stay in the bathroom, he’s just stretching and making sure he puts his shampoo away. Small things like this to keep his mind busy. ]
[ dextera watches him, wondering where he’s going—but as soon as he realizes that guren is just standing up from the edge of the tub, he relaxes once again. the water is cooling off quickly, even if it was warm, but for someone who isn’t used to baths in general, the temperature isn’t unbearable.
still, with the thought of moving to bed on his mind, he wants to wrap this up quickly.
the towel around his waist is now heavy and saturated with water, so he’s quite careful when he stands up, keeping one hand tight around the fabric. ]
T—
[ god, he wishes he had a voice. ]
still, with the thought of moving to bed on his mind, he wants to wrap this up quickly.
the towel around his waist is now heavy and saturated with water, so he’s quite careful when he stands up, keeping one hand tight around the fabric. ]
T—
[ god, he wishes he had a voice. ]
[ It’s okay, he has Guren. He hears the water and moves to grab one of the towels he set aside automatically, stretching it between his arms and holding it in front of Dextera. ]
Drop it. [ The wet one. If he does, Guren will wrap his instantly around him instead! Maybe with a lingering hold, almost like a hug. Then there’s the second towel, that gets dropped over the top of his head. ]
Drop it. [ The wet one. If he does, Guren will wrap his instantly around him instead! Maybe with a lingering hold, almost like a hug. Then there’s the second towel, that gets dropped over the top of his head. ]
[ dextera likes the way guren wraps that towel around his waist. it’s a weird thing to be interested in, he realizes that, but there’s something possessive about the quick, decisive action that catches his attention.
phew! it’s hard to be dextera.
luckily, he’s shaken out of it when the other one gets dropped on his head, and he nods in his own silent gratitude for guren taking such good care of him, all the time. he wants to help do the same thing in return. ]
…thank you.
phew! it’s hard to be dextera.
luckily, he’s shaken out of it when the other one gets dropped on his head, and he nods in his own silent gratitude for guren taking such good care of him, all the time. he wants to help do the same thing in return. ]
…thank you.
[ Guren lets his hands settle at Dextera’s waist, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth briefly. ]
You don’t have to thank me.
[ But it’s short, and he moves away quickly, helping Dextera out of the tub with one hand and then ducking down to pick up the wet towel and wring it out. He hangs it to dry and then moves to leave the room. ]
I’ll let you get dried off and dressed. [ he’ll be... in the bed ]
You don’t have to thank me.
[ But it’s short, and he moves away quickly, helping Dextera out of the tub with one hand and then ducking down to pick up the wet towel and wring it out. He hangs it to dry and then moves to leave the room. ]
I’ll let you get dried off and dressed. [ he’ll be... in the bed ]
[ dextera does just that, drying himself off slowly, being tender over his scar as always. he stops on his arm, too, where the consciousness orb was implanted in his clones—the archangel has plans, things that dextera can’t even begin to understand, and dextera has gotten all this time to think about them. if he goes back, will he remember all that he’s talked about here?
or will he fall into line once again, guren’s support disappearing entirely from his memory? ]
…
[ he shakes his head clear of those thoughts, and returns to the bedroom once he’s not dripping everywhere and his clothes aren’t clinging to him. his coat, at least, is draped over his arm. ]
or will he fall into line once again, guren’s support disappearing entirely from his memory? ]
…
[ he shakes his head clear of those thoughts, and returns to the bedroom once he’s not dripping everywhere and his clothes aren’t clinging to him. his coat, at least, is draped over his arm. ]
[ Guren is sitting at the edge of his bed, one leg kicked back against the edge and the other stretched out lazily. He’s clearly waiting for Dextera, and it’s not until he’s close enough that he holds out an expectant hand. He wants to pull Dextera closer. ]
How are you feeling?
[ There are so many ways they could be feeling right now. Even Guren has had to chase away feelings of worry, sadness, despair, telling himself to focus on the now. That it’s not an illusion. He has to think on the good and embrace it fully. ]
How are you feeling?
[ There are so many ways they could be feeling right now. Even Guren has had to chase away feelings of worry, sadness, despair, telling himself to focus on the now. That it’s not an illusion. He has to think on the good and embrace it fully. ]
Clean.
[ dextera knows that’s not exactly what guren meant, but he doesn’t have the time or even the words to describe everything he’s feeling in this moment. “clean” isn’t really a lie, either—he feels refreshed, by the brief change of scenery, even if he let his own thoughts get to him while he was drying off.
he follows guren into the bed, taking his hand as he does. no one else is so good at making dextera feel like this. ]
You?
[ dextera knows that’s not exactly what guren meant, but he doesn’t have the time or even the words to describe everything he’s feeling in this moment. “clean” isn’t really a lie, either—he feels refreshed, by the brief change of scenery, even if he let his own thoughts get to him while he was drying off.
he follows guren into the bed, taking his hand as he does. no one else is so good at making dextera feel like this. ]
You?
Pretty good.
[ That’s his answer, too simple for his real feelings as he leads Dextera into bed and scoots out of the way for him. He feels so lucky. So happy, so relieved, even now. And he’s so confused how he got to this spot with him, how they’re so close in this way, but he doesn’t need to analyze it. He just wants to feel.
He brushes his fingers over Dextera’s in his hold, not wanting to let go. ]
[ That’s his answer, too simple for his real feelings as he leads Dextera into bed and scoots out of the way for him. He feels so lucky. So happy, so relieved, even now. And he’s so confused how he got to this spot with him, how they’re so close in this way, but he doesn’t need to analyze it. He just wants to feel.
He brushes his fingers over Dextera’s in his hold, not wanting to let go. ]
[ dextera’s hair is still damp but no longer dripping, and although the bath wasn’t hot enough to give him a true flush, he seems to have a little more color anyway. he’s a little more alive, though whether that’s from cleaning or being invited into bed is impossible to say.
the coat is put aside, at the foot of guren’s mattress, and then he snuggles in as if he belongs here.
he can’t seem to make himself settle completely in his own place, offering it up for all the animals and anyone else who visits, but guren’s room—it’s like a second home. a better home. he sleeps well, next to someone. ]
the coat is put aside, at the foot of guren’s mattress, and then he snuggles in as if he belongs here.
he can’t seem to make himself settle completely in his own place, offering it up for all the animals and anyone else who visits, but guren’s room—it’s like a second home. a better home. he sleeps well, next to someone. ]
[ Guren puts an arm around him immediately, encouraging Dextera to cuddle closer while Guren is too shy to. He likes the closeness, he wants more, and it feels like as comfortable as he is, he wants to stay awake and just enjoy the company. In whatever way he can.
He does bring Dextera’s hand to his face this time, with his free one, kissing at his knuckles. Once, then twice, slower. ]
He does bring Dextera’s hand to his face this time, with his free one, kissing at his knuckles. Once, then twice, slower. ]
[ dextera lets out a soft, quiet breath, turning so that he can see guren’s face without putting too much pressure on guren’s body. he’s still healing, after all, even if it’s getting faster every day—he probably doesn’t even need to go shirtless at this point, but that’s his choice and not dextera’s. ]
…
[ he leans up, guiding their hands out of the way so he can kiss guren full on the mouth—just as slow as the kiss to his knuckles, but with more, a reciprocation that’s also a sign of his interest. ]
…
[ he leans up, guiding their hands out of the way so he can kiss guren full on the mouth—just as slow as the kiss to his knuckles, but with more, a reciprocation that’s also a sign of his interest. ]
[ He kisses back, of course. Again, they’ve found a way other than spoken word to communicate. Things like heated passion may come and go, and the mood can’t just snap back to that steamy one they had going after chess, but this adoration isn’t going anywhere. It’s constant, built up from the start and only growing, and Guren wants to show Dextera that in any way he can.
To make sure he stays safe now. To make sure he doesn’t go anywhere when he could be right here.
His eyes slip closed, and his hand breaks from Dextera’s to caress his face, fingers slipping back at his jaw, behind his ear, into that damp hair. Can’t they just keep doing this? Stay like this? ]
To make sure he stays safe now. To make sure he doesn’t go anywhere when he could be right here.
His eyes slip closed, and his hand breaks from Dextera’s to caress his face, fingers slipping back at his jaw, behind his ear, into that damp hair. Can’t they just keep doing this? Stay like this? ]
[ dextera is much the same—he can’t help his own attraction to the things that catch his interest, and it’s been pointed out plenty of times that when a monster gets him just right, it’s obvious in his expression, but it’s not necessarily passion that pushes him here.
it’s the same need for companionship that’s driven him since he was young, changed to suit the person he is today. the desires that shape him.
he wants guren so badly that he’s afraid of scaring him off, knowing all that he’s dealt with, knowing that mahiru hangs over his shoulders to taunt him—but dextera is selfish, in some ways, and his wants outweigh the reason he should be relying on in cases like this. ]
…
[ he pulls back, his breath still in his throat, and looks at guren’s face. ]
it’s the same need for companionship that’s driven him since he was young, changed to suit the person he is today. the desires that shape him.
he wants guren so badly that he’s afraid of scaring him off, knowing all that he’s dealt with, knowing that mahiru hangs over his shoulders to taunt him—but dextera is selfish, in some ways, and his wants outweigh the reason he should be relying on in cases like this. ]
…
[ he pulls back, his breath still in his throat, and looks at guren’s face. ]
[There's too much on his shoulders that won't go away. It feels like a burden to everyone around him, Dextera included, especially now, here, being this close. Guren still doesn't know if he's imagining what it means to Dextera. If it might just be him confused and looking for whatever he can get.
But he doesn't care. "Go ahead, Guren. Why don't you take him? You want to, don't you? I can feel it. Give in to that desire." Mahiru's giggles and comments are left mostly ignored, or at the very least not reacted to. His thumb smooths over Dextera's cheek, and as his eyes open from the sudden space between them, he meets Dextera's.
It's more than just a simple longing. It's a need to have something work out right for once.]
I'll make it so we can keep this. [He speaks suddenly, quiet, barely above a whisper, already leaning closer again.] No matter what. Nothing else has to get in the way.
[He's determined to find work arounds.]
But he doesn't care. "Go ahead, Guren. Why don't you take him? You want to, don't you? I can feel it. Give in to that desire." Mahiru's giggles and comments are left mostly ignored, or at the very least not reacted to. His thumb smooths over Dextera's cheek, and as his eyes open from the sudden space between them, he meets Dextera's.
It's more than just a simple longing. It's a need to have something work out right for once.]
I'll make it so we can keep this. [He speaks suddenly, quiet, barely above a whisper, already leaning closer again.] No matter what. Nothing else has to get in the way.
[He's determined to find work arounds.]
[ it’s the kind of reassurance that dextera needs to hear, even if he doesn’t know how guren plans to do it. he doesn’t want to question it—there’s too much to worry about if he lets himself, and so it’s better not to think at all.
he sees that look in guren’s eyes—the mood between them has shifted from playful to comfortable to something else entirely, something that feels so important and fragile that any interruption now could break them both apart. they need this privacy, this intimacy, as a true solatium for all they’ve been through in these past weeks.
no matter what.
he meets the way guren leans in, kissing him slowly—this time, the action of it feels familiar in the back of his mind, like a memory that he can’t grasp but he knows is there. this physical tenderness, and the desire spreading through the emptiness in his chest. ]
he sees that look in guren’s eyes—the mood between them has shifted from playful to comfortable to something else entirely, something that feels so important and fragile that any interruption now could break them both apart. they need this privacy, this intimacy, as a true solatium for all they’ve been through in these past weeks.
no matter what.
he meets the way guren leans in, kissing him slowly—this time, the action of it feels familiar in the back of his mind, like a memory that he can’t grasp but he knows is there. this physical tenderness, and the desire spreading through the emptiness in his chest. ]
[He'll take that as an agreement.
The kiss is different, after all, deeper, and he runs his tongue across Dextera's bottom lip to ask for more. The arm around him slides down, palm pressed to the back of his shirt, grateful that the coat is already out of the way, but bunching up the fabric so he can slide his hand beneath it and feel skin.
Slowly, wrapped up in their own world, growing closer and closer. There's nothing wrong with that.]
The kiss is different, after all, deeper, and he runs his tongue across Dextera's bottom lip to ask for more. The arm around him slides down, palm pressed to the back of his shirt, grateful that the coat is already out of the way, but bunching up the fabric so he can slide his hand beneath it and feel skin.
Slowly, wrapped up in their own world, growing closer and closer. There's nothing wrong with that.]
[ dextera doesn’t fight it for even a moment. he’s warm and safe and alive, and if things seem to be moving fast now it’s only because they waited so long to get here in the first place. it’s something that’s been building since their meeting, really, and the two of them being the way they are—it’s an inevitability that this would happen now.
he arches his back, just slightly, positioning himself so that he’s on top of guren properly now.
he wants this. ]
he arches his back, just slightly, positioning himself so that he’s on top of guren properly now.
he wants this. ]
If the gift is food, definitely. She's pretty spoiled.
[ You've known him for a few months, he can't be family, is what Ryo wants to say. What use is there a keeping a constant reminder of the loss and one's failures—wouldn't that only make it harder to move past it and continue with your life? Humans are illogical things that burden themselves unnecessarily. ]
Sorry. That was out of line.
[ He isn't actually sorry, but apologies and politeness are lubricants for the wheels of social interaction; just because he's an absolute walnut when it comes to emotional matters doesn't mean he can't recognize that some thoughts are better kept to oneself. ]
Sorry. That was out of line.
[ He isn't actually sorry, but apologies and politeness are lubricants for the wheels of social interaction; just because he's an absolute walnut when it comes to emotional matters doesn't mean he can't recognize that some thoughts are better kept to oneself. ]
[Guren looks at Ryo, as if trying to determine something. Honestly, it's whether or not he means that apology, and just why he might be so heartless through and through. Even the coldest people have limits, reasoning. Ryo is... even stranger than Kureto, so far. Guren hasn't figured him out.
He sighs from his seat on the stairway.]
It might take me a bit before I can get back to the apothecary. You can do what you can without me, but I shouldn't even walk around like I am, right now.
He sighs from his seat on the stairway.]
It might take me a bit before I can get back to the apothecary. You can do what you can without me, but I shouldn't even walk around like I am, right now.
Are you asking if I'm spoiled, or if I'd like a gift?
[ Jesus fuck Ash why do you have 1000+ comments in here-- ]
This is Guren, right? Yosano here. I was told you were the one to come to about the people participating in the Fight Club.
[ You're not supposed to talk about Fight Club, Yosano. ]
(I mean the patrolling units, if that wasn't clear.)
This is Guren, right? Yosano here. I was told you were the one to come to about the people participating in the Fight Club.
[ You're not supposed to talk about Fight Club, Yosano. ]
(I mean the patrolling units, if that wasn't clear.)
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