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.:October Fun Times:.
Who ⬤ Ganymede and Co.
What ⬤ Some dungeon crawling, living the dream! You name it.
When ⬤ 10/6 for the first dungeon. Who knows for the rest...
Where ⬤ Courageous Retuning Two Wings, Fine Wine, Gany's McMansion
Content Warnings ⬤ WHOOPS cw kidnapping, captivity warnings now. alongside transphobia, child abuse, elements of suicide (suicidal ideation, self-harm, etc.) i also guess there's nsfw now with pretty dark themes for the most recent one so watch your step LMFAO (re: dubcon)
[ You've got mail.
...It's been awhile, hasn't it? But neither single one of you can say that this wasn't an unfamiliar sight.
Still, the reunion for dungeon-running is anything but a less than happy one, no? ]
RESULTS: Here!
What ⬤ Some dungeon crawling, living the dream! You name it.
When ⬤ 10/6 for the first dungeon. Who knows for the rest...
Where ⬤ Courageous Retuning Two Wings, Fine Wine, Gany's McMansion
Content Warnings ⬤ WHOOPS cw kidnapping, captivity warnings now. alongside transphobia, child abuse, elements of suicide (suicidal ideation, self-harm, etc.) i also guess there's nsfw now with pretty dark themes for the most recent one so watch your step LMFAO (re: dubcon)
[ You've got mail.
...It's been awhile, hasn't it? But neither single one of you can say that this wasn't an unfamiliar sight.
Still, the reunion for dungeon-running is anything but a less than happy one, no? ]
RESULTS: Here!
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He runs his fingertips nervously over Ganymede's hand, buying time. Is there something else in his inventory he could offer? Was this a terrible idea? Instead of helping Ganymede acclimate to the idea of his death, he's just dragging out the pain excruciatingly.
It isn't too late to swap for something trivial. A sweet, or a flower. A monster material he can play off as a joke. But the momentum of the reckless impulse that seized him won't loosen its grip now. The Thrínos ring he used the traderizer on a week ago appears, pressed against Ganymede's palm between their joined fingers. ]
I-it's not really your style. But it extends your debuffs. And my attempts to make something without a recipe were... honestly offensive.
[ Silver and ruby is most definitely not Ganymede's aesthetic of choice. But why, why, why, with all the things he's been forgetting lately, can't he forget Oria's voice saying "since it's obviously your style, it'll be like being reminded of you on his hand!" ]
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But what is clear is the simple fact that there is something the other has to present to him, and that thing is being slipped easily into his palm. Which makes a surprised look come over the blond before he pulls back slightly so he can carefully hold it.
...
Then he immediately slips it on, before holding up his hand with the ring right where a marriage one would sit. ]
...I love it, Michel. I will always cherish it and wear it.
Because it'll always remind me of you.
[ It's like a piece of Michel, etched into his very being. Of course he would enjoy it, even if it isn't his usual aesthetic.
The sentimental value makes it priceless all on its own. ]
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Ganymede's actual proposal should be perfect. Someplace breathtakingly beautiful, with the dawn light haloing his golden hair. Someplace that means something special to the two of them, the sentiment built up over time and time again.
He'll never have the chance to give him that. It hurts more than he cares to admit. But he can still give him this. ]
M-mm. I hope... that's always a good thing.
[ Just a little joke, really. He's already exhausted all his skill with words for the day. ]
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Meanwhile as Michel is imagining that things aren't going to happen to pan out exactly like that in real life, Ganymede is picturing how it'll go in real life, getting even a bit overexcited about it.
He really can't help it... ]
Now you're just being ridiculous on purpose, Michel.
[ Ganymede leans upwards to grant him a soft but pleasant and involved kiss on the lips, without holding back in the amount of affection he wishes to gift unto him. ]
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There's a bittersweetness to that look on Ganymede's face. But then Ganymede is kissing him, the gentle touch of his lips commanding all of Michel's attention, and he doesn't have to think about that at all. It's fine. He's happy now, and... things can still be worthwhile even if they're ephemeral. ]
...You always think I'm ridiculous.
[ And he'll kiss Ganymede again before Ganymede can deny it just to be stubborn, because they both know full well that it's true. ]
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Not alw—
[ How did he know that he would deny it, wow? He makes a look on his face because he dared to intercede with a kiss, and Ganymede knows exactly the reason for it. He'll even return it with no small amount of affection.
But, all the same, he leans back from it after it's done and sticks out his tongue. ]
Not always. Other times you're only a little ridiculous or the opposite of ridiculous—unridiculous.
[ That's not a word. ]
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Unlike you, I see. Just how old are you, again?
[ But he's relieved that Ganymede's mood has brightened enough again to be silly. Was a promise all it took, no matter how hollow it might turn out to be? ]
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to shut him up, even Ganymede wouldn't blame him. ]Older than you.
[ Prove him wrong. Nyeh. ]
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[ As if Ganymede could pass for thirty??? He's getting the world's most skeptical look.
Which unfortunately doesn't mean that Michel has completely forgotten about the possibility of tongue-kissing.]no subject
[ Ganymede has got at least five more years before he hits thirty, so yeah.
Michel might want to engage in that sometime soon since Ganymede is on the loose.]no subject
[ It makes a little more mundane all the gaps he's been finding. Maybe he really is jumping at nothing. ]
...Twenty-seven. Twenty-eight at the end of the year.
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...Yeah, he does. ]
Is that why you selected the moniker 'Winter'? Because you're a winter baby?
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[ It isn't quite right. But he doesn't remember. He frowns only briefly before shaking his head and narrowing his eyes at Ganymede. He hasn't forgotten the original point of contention, which is: ]
And your age?
[ Say it, Ganymede. Admit he's right. ]
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[ Me like do I want to search my millions of threads to see if Michel ever said or explained it to Ganymede. Let's choose chaos today. ]
...3,025 years old.
[ With a five year old mentality. He's 25. Not 3,000 years old. ]
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Michel is giving that blatant lie the flattest possible stare. ]
...So, twenty-five.
[ Just admit he's right???? ]
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You'll have to kiss me three times to get me to answer for sure.
[ Why is he like this? ]
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I'll remember that you said that.
[ Turning Ganymede's favored turn of phrase back on him. There's no taking it back now. He cups Ganymede's cheek in his palm and leans in to kiss him firmly. Once... twice... ]
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One more...
[ Just one more kiss. ]
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[ He can't quite fight the smile that tugs at a corner of his mouth. As dire as everything had seemed not that long before, he feels... like himself again, kissing Ganymede.
He lets his hand slip down to the back of Ganymede's neck. The last kiss is lingering, just a little bolder. His tongue teases along Ganymede's lower lip; this time, less tentative. He's confident in the warmth of his reception, even if it still always seems like a wonder. ]
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Ganymede even laughs into the kiss, the light weight of the other's tease feeling delightfully ticklish. ]
I guess this means you're right after all, doesn't it?
[ Not that he ever was so serious about it. But this happiness he is holding in his hands? This is worth every bit of loving severity he can ever easily summon within himself. ]
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[ So he let himself be pulled into Ganymede's ridiculous ruse for... well, it's not as though he needs much of an excuse to give in to the impulse of kissing Ganymede, these days.
He doesn't regret it. Even if it means Oria will be angry later at him putting off the inevitable just a little longer. That laugh just now feels worthwhile to him. ]
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[ Ganymede teases.
And the fact that there were kisses being wagered here, but it isn't like those can't be given at any moment. Though, it probably adds something a bit more to the experience.
A light-hearted one, even admist all the darkness and confusion. ]
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[ Does he seem like he goes for the challenge just for the sake of it? Isn't that Ganymede?
But he undermines this little grumble by kissing the top of Ganymede's head lightly. ]
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[ Ganymede asks ~innocently~ as he feels the kiss pressed atop his head.
In return, he leans up to press one on the other male's cheek, then, of course...his nose, using his shoulders as leverage. ]
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[ Truly, no one else suffers like he does. ...But it's a little cute of Ganymede as well. He squeezes his waist a tiny bit in return. ]
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