September and secret nsfw october shenanigans
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
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

Closed to Oria (9/3)
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]
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Hey. I'm here.
[ He smiles a little. ]
So, what should I do?
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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]
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[ He isn't good at arts and crafts, but he's damn well going to try his best. ]
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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]
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cw transphobia, misogyny
Re: cw transphobia, misogyny
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(Closed to Hani 9/7)
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]
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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. ]
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...I was wondering how he was thrown here. If there are spells or anything else that could have thrown him there.
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Was he? ... Or did he throw someone there?
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... if he was fighting someone here...that would make more sense.
[ He has forgotten about Mithrun's skills as an edge punisher]
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9/25.... closes my eyes
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...
I thought you didn't like this stuff?
[ And he's now even more aware of how short this skirt is]
maybe...........
[ 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
Well---it's short. It's kinda...
[ Vulnerable feeling? ]
opens them
[ Oria turns his own head to kiss Sinclair's warm cheek as his thumb gently circles a spot on his thigh over the stocking. ]
Re: opens them
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grimly attaches nsfw here just in case
Sinclair makes a breathless noise as he gets pushed into the bed. He'll just drag Oria with him and kiss him again.]
bless
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-- ]
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oct 22, i blame fragment this time; NSFW
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
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]
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[ 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.
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...you don't need to hold back with me.
I don't mind.
[ In fact, Sinclair might enjoy it]
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[ 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. ]
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