[ the way i started this pc with "you up" like five times before i actually picked something to do
anyway crystalline apartment hours. vax is here, sprawled out on emet's bed, wings taking up an enormous amount of space, the notebook he was writing in on tuesday on his face. he has given up thinking. ]
Then stop, for now. Should you overwork yourself, it will only grow harder.
[he sets the book aside, there. emet-selch is shadowy again, though the ears and tail persist; the tail has been wound around vax's leg for a little while.]
[ but once again you like that he's a gremlin! get ready to be around more of this terrible raunchy humor unless im dead this weekend
anyway. his feathers shiver a little lightly under emet's fingers, rustling softly. they look and feel just like the ones he'd had in the simulation room, though these are solid and real, even if he can't fly. chinhands. ]
...this is my face as well. My transformed self, although normally-- 'tis considered inappropriate, in our society, for one's transformation to be shown in public.
[he continues stroking those feathers. they feel nice.]
These are only elements of it, though the-- animal features certainly have never been before.
[ hmmm. he scooches up the bed a little, and moves to lean over his face - dark hair making a curtain as it falls over his shoulder, other hand coming to brace against the bed. the wing moves with it, draping easily over vax's back, natural.
it lets him reach up and thumb at emet's cheek with his free hand. shadows... ]
Seems like a lot of things are inappropriate in your society. [ there's definitely a little tease to that, but his voice is low and gentle, quietly amused. ] Kiss'd be out of the question?
[ hehe. he already knows the answer to that question, but even so. it's low and playful, and he tilts his head a little bit to lean closer, almost close enough to steal a kiss, though not quite. just dancing on that razor's edge, another moment longer.
as for his hair - it's soft and clean, and sporting the occasional braids and beads as usual, though emet will notice as he runs his fingers through there are many more feathers, these ones seeming much more naturally occurring. ]
anyway there's a moment where he has to remind himself of all of the bullshit that came out of his mouth yesterday (some normal, some cursed) before he remembers - and then, a smile curls across his face. if he tilts up a little into the feather pets, well, you don't have to point it out, as he closes his eyes. ]
Whatever it was yesterday wasn't that bad, you know. Think I was just blurting out whatever I was thinking. [
when he opens his eyes again, they're a little red tinted - an on and off effect of the past few days. ]
You mean about if I was in my right mind, yesterday?
...it did not seem as if you were overly affected, no, but-- I would not wish to agree under such circumstances. Not with any sort of influence upon you.
[he observes that red tint, his own head slightly tilted.]
[ this just makes him snort - the laugh is immediate, and he smiles against his mouth, pleased like a little gremlin. ]
Could phrase it another way, but I don't think you'd like it that much, either. [ nasty? nasty.
thankfully being kissed means that there's no reason for him to run his mouth, either as a gremlin or a little dirtier, so, he'll steal a second one, a quick little peck, and then a third kiss that lingers. he has to push up a little on his forearm to do so, fully intent on following through on the answer to that particular question. does he have any idea how this is going to go? nope. is that going to stop him? nope. ]
[emet-selch pulls him closer, as he shifts up; there's no hesitance when he accepts that last, lingering kiss, either, not after clearing this up.
intimacy is-- not something he often engages in. not something he lets himself engage in. and this still feels like it's soon, but...
he thinks, again, of bass reminding him you never know how much time you have. maybe he can allow it now, here-- simple physical intimacy is hardly forbidden or too much, after all. were they intertwining their souls, he might balk, but this is-- this is all right, he thinks.]
[ yeah, that sounds like a lot! whew!! (it's not even, really, something vax could even begin to offer for a myriad of reasons.)
but the physical intimacy of it all is good. vax is an easily affectionate person - he hasn't needed any sort of emotional shares or physical effects to want to touch or be close to anyone, and has been coaxing emet along like a skittish kitten practically since the first week they were here. anything that could've been foggy is long since cleared up, so why not enjoy it? he is nothing if not the type to think - the little life that you have is precious. vax'ildan lives here on borrowed time.
so for now, he's content to be pulled in, nearly draping across emet to kiss his mouth open. slow and steady wins the race, here, so he takes his time - clearly experienced with this, though it's been a while. ]
there's not hesitance, really, in the way he opens up to him so slowly. it's just that he's unpracticed in this, less certain of the motions... but if nothing else, he is a quick study. not in his head about it, not nervous, just-- quietly focused on vax, on what he does. on following that lead, for now. his wings curl around them both like an odd blanket, draping, holding him.]
he's not expecting anything less out of emet, frankly - no expectations for his experience or ability, but similarly, that he's going to learn quickly. there's a moment where his mouth quirks up against his, just briefly, a little amused by the circumstance but not complaining.
tilting his head, he runs his fingers up into emet's hair, holding a particularly good angle that he likes and just enjoying it - he's attentive, guiding, occasionally even playful, a kiss as suiting to his nature as anything. there's a moment when vax pulls back, eyes glittering a little, mouth just this shy of kiss bruised, and grins down at him as he pushes his own hair back and away from his face just to take in the view. hehe ]
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anyway crystalline apartment hours. vax is here, sprawled out on emet's bed, wings taking up an enormous amount of space, the notebook he was writing in on tuesday on his face. he has given up thinking. ]
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anyway, vax is valid. emet-selch reaches over to pluck the notebook off his face.]
Stop that. You will damage the book.
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he lets him do this, opening an eye to look at him. ]
's gonna get beat up anyway. I'm tired of thinking about how to solve this fucking balance thing.
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[he sets the book aside, there. emet-selch is shadowy again, though the ears and tail persist; the tail has been wound around vax's leg for a little while.]
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unfortunately: ] Yeah, 's what you said yesterday. [ he doesn't actually need a curse to be like this
though it's just accompanied with a little snicker afterwards. ]
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[oh. the snicker does it, and he groans, leaning back against the pillows with an arm over his face.]
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he just smiles, at that, rolling onto his side and propping his chin in his hand. are his ears and tail pink again? i hope so. ]
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Vax.
[why are you like thiiiis.]
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a wing comes up and drapes over him. ]
Sorry. [ no he is not ] Couldn't resist.
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You are not sorry in the least, and I am well aware of this.
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[ but once again you like that he's a gremlin! get ready to be around more of this terrible raunchy humor unless im dead this weekend
anyway. his feathers shiver a little lightly under emet's fingers, rustling softly. they look and feel just like the ones he'd had in the simulation room, though these are solid and real, even if he can't fly. chinhands. ]
Really do miss your face, you know.
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[he continues stroking those feathers. they feel nice.]
These are only elements of it, though the-- animal features certainly have never been before.
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it lets him reach up and thumb at emet's cheek with his free hand. shadows... ]
Seems like a lot of things are inappropriate in your society. [ there's definitely a little tease to that, but his voice is low and gentle, quietly amused. ] Kiss'd be out of the question?
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[he asks, with a roll of his eyes. yes, of course he can-- emet-selch reaches up to comb clawed fingers through his hair.]
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[ hehe. he already knows the answer to that question, but even so. it's low and playful, and he tilts his head a little bit to lean closer, almost close enough to steal a kiss, though not quite. just dancing on that razor's edge, another moment longer.
as for his hair - it's soft and clean, and sporting the occasional braids and beads as usual, though emet will notice as he runs his fingers through there are many more feathers, these ones seeming much more naturally occurring. ]
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[they're soft... it's nice.
also, it's his turn to tease. he's just waiting for vax, letting him lean down to close that gap.]
I believe you yet owe me an answer, as well.
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anyway there's a moment where he has to remind himself of all of the bullshit that came out of his mouth yesterday (some normal, some cursed) before he remembers - and then, a smile curls across his face. if he tilts up a little into the feather pets, well, you don't have to point it out, as he closes his eyes. ]
Whatever it was yesterday wasn't that bad, you know. Think I was just blurting out whatever I was thinking. [
when he opens his eyes again, they're a little red tinted - an on and off effect of the past few days. ]
You mean about if I was in my right mind, yesterday?
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[he observes that red tint, his own head slightly tilted.]
So- yes. That is, I believe, the question.
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I knew what I was saying. [ the smile grows a little, sly. ] Still interested in learning to handle a pretty big sword.
[ with that cheeky little remark, he leans in and steals a kiss, before emet chastises him for it. ]
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Phrase it as such again, and you most certainly will not.
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Could phrase it another way, but I don't think you'd like it that much, either. [ nasty? nasty.
thankfully being kissed means that there's no reason for him to run his mouth, either as a gremlin or a little dirtier, so, he'll steal a second one, a quick little peck, and then a third kiss that lingers. he has to push up a little on his forearm to do so, fully intent on following through on the answer to that particular question. does he have any idea how this is going to go? nope. is that going to stop him? nope. ]
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intimacy is-- not something he often engages in. not something he lets himself engage in. and this still feels like it's soon, but...
he thinks, again, of bass reminding him you never know how much time you have. maybe he can allow it now, here-- simple physical intimacy is hardly forbidden or too much, after all. were they intertwining their souls, he might balk, but this is-- this is all right, he thinks.]
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but the physical intimacy of it all is good. vax is an easily affectionate person - he hasn't needed any sort of emotional shares or physical effects to want to touch or be close to anyone, and has been coaxing emet along like a skittish kitten practically since the first week they were here. anything that could've been foggy is long since cleared up, so why not enjoy it? he is nothing if not the type to think - the little life that you have is precious. vax'ildan lives here on borrowed time.
so for now, he's content to be pulled in, nearly draping across emet to kiss his mouth open. slow and steady wins the race, here, so he takes his time - clearly experienced with this, though it's been a while. ]
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there's not hesitance, really, in the way he opens up to him so slowly. it's just that he's unpracticed in this, less certain of the motions... but if nothing else, he is a quick study. not in his head about it, not nervous, just-- quietly focused on vax, on what he does. on following that lead, for now. his wings curl around them both like an odd blanket, draping, holding him.]
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he's not expecting anything less out of emet, frankly - no expectations for his experience or ability, but similarly, that he's going to learn quickly. there's a moment where his mouth quirks up against his, just briefly, a little amused by the circumstance but not complaining.
tilting his head, he runs his fingers up into emet's hair, holding a particularly good angle that he likes and just enjoying it - he's attentive, guiding, occasionally even playful, a kiss as suiting to his nature as anything. there's a moment when vax pulls back, eyes glittering a little, mouth just this shy of kiss bruised, and grins down at him as he pushes his own hair back and away from his face just to take in the view. hehe ]
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