September and secret nsfw october shenanigans

[insinning]

Who: Emil Sinclair (Vogel) and anyone/everyone
When: All over September
What: Catch all, exploration, overflow + dungeon runs; lots of feelings and grieving and murderous thoughts.
Warnings: Nsfw in 25/9 thread just to be safe

 

"Over all the hilltops
Is quiet now,
In all the treetops
Hearest thou
Hardly a breath;
the birds are asleep in the trees:
Wait, soon like these
Thou too shalt rest."

Comments

Closed to Oria (9/3)

[insinning]

[ When your hands are bound by reality, where do you turn to grieve?

Grief is familiar to Sinclair, quiet and relentless. Once upon a time, his heart hurt so much it felt like it would never stop bleeding. Grief changes in time. It has become something Sinclair can live with now, a quiet companion that reminds him

Yes, I loved them a lot.

He hadn't wanted to add Mithrun to that list. But all he can do is love and keep loving. That's what his family would have wanted.

The ache is familiar. But he's not empty, not anymore.

And so he sits on the rocks, watching the waves roll over the infinite sea of the Twilight Shoreline. By his side are stacks of papers, candles. And a small origami fox, bent, lined and crooked, as if he had spent hours upon hours, remaking it again]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria arrives on the dot on their promised time, and spots Sinclair on the rocks, so he goes over to greet him. ]

Hey. I'm here.

[ He smiles a little. ]

So, what should I do?

[insinning]

[Oria. There's a small smile in return, uncertain but real. Next to him is a few sheets of paper, and five little candle stubs. He had honoured Aitla's memory through the game already. But this were for all of those he hadn't been able to]

We just need to fold them into boats. And then add the candles. Once we light them, we'll drop them in and then...watch them go into the horizon.

[He pauses, thinking]

...I'm sure we can make it work with a paper plane too.

[Some kind of lantern, drifting away]

[dissimulative]

Alright. I brought some extra candles and paper, just in case. Can you tell me how to fold paper into a boat?

[ He isn't good at arts and crafts, but he's damn well going to try his best. ]

[insinning]

Mm. [Sinclair nods, taking a sheet as he folds it in half]

We need to fold it here, first, along the center.

[Sinclair is patient. And his movements are slow, careful, steady. He has practice with this now, and his lines are crisp and neat. And if Oria needs him to guide him, he'll reach over, touch gentle as he helps him fold the paper into place]

(Closed to Hani 9/7)

[insinning]

[He can't look at Mithrun's body anymore than he already has.

It feels...wrong, after how close he had to get to check Mithrun's injuries.

So he retreats to Lumina Cloth, studying the impact crater at the fountain, frowning. At some point, Mithrun had been thrown here...? Before the dungeon? Or...

He's distracted enough that anyone can come upon him]

[tinged]

[ a small hand slips into his. the motion natural and without question. ]

What do you think?

[ hani had just come back from checking on mithrun’s apartment again, and on their way back to the dead avatar, they’d thought to visit the other notable scenes finally. ]

[insinning]

[It feels so natural that Sinclair holds Hani's hand instinctively. He glances away from the scene to study Hani carefully]

...I was wondering how he was thrown here. If there are spells or anything else that could have thrown him there.

[tinged]

[ hani studied the impact crater for a moment, then turns to look at vogel. ]

Was he? ... Or did he throw someone there?

[insinning]

[Oh. He hadn't thought of that before. Maybe it was because Mithrun had been described to be in a daze but]

... if he was fighting someone here...that would make more sense.

[ He has forgotten about Mithrun's skills as an edge punisher]

9/25.... closes my eyes

[dissimulative]

[ Anyway.

Oria finishes brushing Sinclair's hair and drapes himself over his back with his arms going over the shoulders. The fingers lightly graze over the black stocking near the hem of the skirt that Sinclair keeps trying to lower. ]

I think it suits you.

do i need to add warnings to this now...

[insinning]

[ Sinclair jumps a little, a small shiver running down his spine. He can sure feel the warmth of Oria's body around him now and the stockings are feeling very thin indeed]

I thought you didn't like this stuff?

[ And he's now even more aware of how short this skirt is]

maybe...........

[dissimulative]

Probably? Normally. You look really good in it though, and the way you keep trying to tug at your skirt makes you seem shy.

[ And that is SUCH a bonus for Oria. He doesn't normally like cute things, but he can make an exception for Sinclair, and by god, he's feeling the full weight of thay decision right now. He's too cute. Oria wants to tease him some more.

Now he has two wolves: to let go because Sinclair is still feeling drunk or to continue... ]

closes my eyes

[insinning]

[Sinclair's cheeks heat a little further. He's not so drunk that he's oblivious to how high up his leg Oria's hand is. ]

Well---it's short. It's kinda...

[ Vulnerable feeling? ]

opens them

[dissimulative]

Kinda what?

[ Oria turns his own head to kiss Sinclair's warm cheek as his thumb gently circles a spot on his thigh over the stocking. ]

grimly attaches nsfw here just in case

[insinning]

[Oh.

Sinclair makes a breathless noise as he gets pushed into the bed. He'll just drag Oria with him and kiss him again.]

bless

[dissimulative]

[ From here because I want some sort of thread connection.

This time, Oria goes for that kiss. He's on top of him, but holds himself up with his arms and tangling his fingers in Sinclair's hair. He's immediately trying to deepen the kiss, to pry Sinclair's mouth open. Let him in. He's going to teach you a lesson-- ]

[insinning]

[ Oh wow? Has Oria been this aggressive with him before? Sinclair makes a noise into that kiss, lips parting willingly, even as he tries to tease back with his tongue. He does let go of Oria's tie though, anchoring his hands at the nape of Oria's neck]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria's attack with his tongue is relentless as he pushes it inside Sinclair's mouth and being every bit aggressive in that open-mouthed kiss. He's already working on unbuttoning Sinclair's coat off with his free hand and occasionally grabbing a bundle of Sinclair's hair with the other to lightly pull. ]

[insinning]

[ This is definitely Overwhelming. Sinclair moans into the kiss, heated and dizzy with it. He presses up a little, fumbling at Oria's tie to loosen it entirely as he arches against him. That shirt? Coming off now]

oct 22, i blame fragment this time; NSFW

[dissimulative]

[ This is the story when the big bad wolf devoured the little purple riding hood--just kidding. Oria flips Sinclair with the back against the mattress. Even though it was a small kiss, it really just set him off. He's not sure why he's feeling so extreme like this, but he's straddling over Sinclair's hips. He's wearing the usual outfit that he always does. ]

You're making me want you too much.

[ But it's not Sinclair's fault even though Oria looks a little huffy about it. ]

fragment can be blamed for everything tbh

[insinning]

[ Ah..? Sinclair makes a soft noise as he's suddenly pinned and he looks up at Oria with wide eyes]

Did I...?

[His hand comes to rest against Oria's thigh though. He feels like he started something but he's not sure how either]

[dissimulative]

... No.

[ Oria breathes out with a bit of frustration. It's his own fault for not controlling himself. That's what he'll think of it as. ]

But you... you're so cute. It makes it really hard for me to hold back.

[insinning]

[ Oh...was that what Oria was thinking? Sinclair blushes a little harder, his heart racing along with it]

...you don't need to hold back with me.

I don't mind.

[ In fact, Sinclair might enjoy it]

[dissimulative]

I mind, because it means my self-control needs work.

[ Oria huffs. He knows Sinclair would like it! Even if the fact alone makes him feel happy, that's not the point!!! The human dilemma of choice swings at full force right now. ]

... Maybe this is why we shouldn't be allowed to live with each other.

[ Oria laughs a little. It's just a joke. Sure. He leans in to lightly bump his forehead with Sinclair's. ]

I love you so much. The things I want to do to you because of that are sometimes better off stuck in my head.

[ He swears he's not a part of the Wave....... he's just like this. ]