.:November Time:.

[alchemicalbirth]

Who 🪨 Albedo and Co.
What 🪨 Innocent events.
When 🪨 :>
Where 🪨 ΘNatural Wooden Sunrise, ΔDark Remarkable Cinema, Net Slum
Content Warnings 🪨 Nothing to worry about.

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[murrmoire]

[ Oh – the way Albedo holds him and parts his lips makes Noé's breath hitch a little. He lets out a shaky, quiet breath against Albedo's lips. Noé is good at following his instincts, even in uncharted territory, so he takes this as an invitation to tentatively brush his tongue against the other's.

The touch is light. He's testing the waters. Is this what Albedo wants, he wonders... It's rare for him to overthink like this, but if Albedo doesn't resist, Noé will allow himself to press on and experiment with this sort of kissing. Idly, his thumb brushes against Albedo's back. ]

[alchemicalbirth]

[ Ah...that sure is a sound. It sends a previously unknown, new kind of strangely pleasant feeling through him. One he thinks he might not have ever experienced, but this he is less certain of. His drive is often rather low, though.

When their tongues meet, Albedo makes a soft, muffled noise in turn, fingers curling into the clothing they are already gripping as it takes a turn he wasn't expecting. He thinly feels the thumb against his back. He does eventually pull away slightly to catch his breath, puffs heavy. ]

...This is shaping up to be quite the experience. It's rather fascinating as well, as I don't believe I have ever felt the sensation I did a moment ago.

[murrmoire]

[ Noé's breath is also heavy when he breaks away, and he almost finds himself chasing Albedo for another kiss, but he needs to breathe. That was... ]

What did you feel?

[ He wonders if they're feeling the same thing. It's not like Noé's drive is often that high, either, so... ]

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[ They both need air or they would be still kissing indeed. ]

Hm, ah...I'm not sure how to — oh, I'd say incredible?

[ That. That feels like a very accurate description of the feeling, actually. ]

And yourself?

[murrmoire]

Mm...me too.

[ That makes his heart race, and his expression softens. He looks at Albedo with utmost care, and he can't help himself as he leans in to gently kiss the other's forehead. ]

This feels right.

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I suppose that is a natural feeling, when one engages in such an act as this with their loved one.

[ He blinks, receiving the kiss, and then reaches to lightly brush aside those white strands of hair from the other's face. ]

...I do wonder, what still awaits us. Cubia, yes. But, have you ever pondered, about what else we may have yet been privy to? Or, perhaps, it may still be a straightforward road ahead?

[murrmoire]

What else we...?

[ He blinks, not quite understanding what Albedo's referring to. ]

I've had a feeling that there's more that we still don't know, especially when it comes to Cubia. I don't think it'll be as straightforward as we think.

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All of the things that surround us, in this world, have answers waiting for us to witness them, even when they're right in front of us.

Sometimes, I wonder whether the ones that we have missed will finally be revealed to us all.

...My apologies, I suppose my mind has a habit of wandering.

[ He then takes pause and gives a little nod. ]

Not as straightforward as roasting marshmallows on an open fire, no.

[murrmoire]

No, that's alright.

[ He shakes his head and pulls Albedo a little closer. ]

I like hearing about what you're thinking, even if you feel like you're rambling. Especially if there's something bothering you.

[alchemicalbirth]

[ He'll allow himself to sink in further against him, smiling wryly. Glad to hear that response. ]

Bothering me...I suppose yes, this can be considered to be well within that category.

It always feels as if I can do exactly that, when I'm with you. Though, it may not be readily apparent I am unused to such things.

[murrmoire]

Then I'll just have to keep saying it until you're used to it.

[ He presses a kiss to the top of the other's head. ]

You can lean on me as much as you'd like. I want to be here for you.

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[ His cheeks warm when he hears that, all the way to his ears. Closing his eyes for a moment upon feeling the kiss. Oh. Wait, their marshmallows...he opens his eyes again. ]

You could, but you need not feel obliged.

[ Albedo's protest is half-hearted at best, though. But at the other comment, he adds in good humor, considering his current position: ]

...I suppose that includes literally, yes?

[murrmoire]

Of course! I like it when you do that.

[ Lean on him more, Albedo!! ]

So do that whenever you want to, okay? I will never say no or turn you away.

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Very well, then. Incidentally, what else do you like that I do?

[ Albedo asks, tone still light. ]

...You should understand handing me too much power could be ill-advised.

[ He's breaking out the teasing, but he is taking what is being said seriously. ]

[murrmoire]

What else? I like your kisses, hugs, when you check in on me...

[ Please, Albedo. Don't make him start listing things. ]

You should share some of it with me, then. I want to make you happy, too.

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[ ...They'll be here all day, yeah? Well, that is exactly the intent. ]

I see. So you have been cataloguing these things in your head all along...

[ An expected result, given their relation, but when he says that aloud, Albedo does feel faintly pleasantly embarrassed. ]

An equal exchange of power...no, not just that. It is simply another piece of explicit evidence of us giving part of our own hearts to one another, sharing in each other's affection to the grandest degree. An irrefutably high expression of adoration, undefined by reason and developments itself due to being reached even within a world of virtual reality where realism collides, amongst the attempts to erode our identity.

Ah...how truly fascinating.

[ ...

This is your boyfriend, Noé. ]

[murrmoire]

[ Oh, Albedo.... ]

Um...I'm not sure what you just said, but...

[ Noé leans in and gives him a little peck on his cheek. ]

I think that means I make you happy, right?

[alchemicalbirth]

[ Counter of those being befuddled by Albedo's statements: 3 ]

...Yes, that's exactly it.

[ Good thing he has a boyfriend like Noé, who will not judge him for his idiosyncrasies. He receives the kiss on his cheek well, though, closing his eyes for a moment, before he returns one of his own. ]

[murrmoire]

[ Cute...

Noé gladly accepts the kiss, and before Albedo can pull away entirely, Noé manages to catch him in a kiss to his lips. His hand moves up to gently cup Albedo's cheek.

If this is what love is like, he wants to experience it every day. Maybe he should learn how to do things, like cook breakfast, bake cakes... ]

[alchemicalbirth]

[ How domestic...Albedo would enjoy it. His husbando cooking him food (because he has a small appetite and might forget during research-) and indulging his sweet tooth.

Anyway, he leans into the expression of affection, even deepening the kiss once again, holding on tight to the other.

This is really what being a couple is what it's about, isn't it? Though, he just parts away from the other just to breathe, face flushed, and smiling a little. ]

Should we head into our tents now? Or do you want to take a little walk around the camping grounds?

[murrmoire]

[ Noé smiles after the kiss, and he takes a moment to think about Albedo's offer.

Hmm. Both are tempting... ]

Mm, it's hard to choose. A walk sounds nice, but the tents would make it easier for cuddling.

[ Noé is very forward... ]

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I see, I see. So, you were certainly thinking all along about us sharing in each other's warmth under a blanket within a tent? That's reasonable enough for the basis of your choice to me.

[ His voice comes out as a tease. He stands up and extends a hand to one of Noé's, so they can walk hand-in-hand into a tent. Which already has like a lamp or something, presumably. Camping supplies!

There's also a blanket rolled out courtesy of Albedo, and there is a corner where more blankets are stacked upon another. He begins to kick off his boots, to leave them at the opening of the tent, reaching with one hand to close it behind him. ]

There. I believe most of our preparations are all set. Unless, well, we wanted to tell a scary story while huddled together for warmth.

[murrmoire]

[ Noé blushes a bit when Albedo teases him, but he follows him in and leaves his boots at the entrance. Noé settles in next to him, but not before grabbing one of the blankets and wrapping it around them both. ]

A scary story? You must have a lot of those.

[ What does this say about Albedo...we just don't know... ]

But if there's anything I can tell you, too, let me know what you want to hear about.

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[ Gotcha. Anyway, once Noé wraps the blanket around them both, and they have settled down into a sitting position, Albedo will lean into the other male. ]

I suppose I might...hm, in retrospect, perhaps a change of pace might be prudent.

[ :) ]

Why not tell me something on your mind you haven't spoken on before? It can be a small matter or as significant as you would like.

[murrmoire]

Oh, I can do that. Let's see...

[ What hasn't he told Albedo? Hmm. ]

My supposed real name is Noé. I like it. I would prefer it if more people called me that – and yet, it feels wrong, as if I should know why that is before I ask people to do so.

Still, I like it when you call me that.