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Who ꕤ Hani, Mithrun, Miharu, Noe, Tylor, Dehya, Albedo, Shoka
What ꕤ area runs, past & upcoming event overflows
When ꕤ second half of august, first half of september
Where ꕤ Piling Ruined Venom Fang, Heartless Black Exile, Thirsting Prostrated Epistemophile (Wanderhalle Library)
Content Warnings ꕤ Hani, Mithrun, QST like UST but questionable. Tylor. will update as needed!


ꕤ Piling Ruined Venom Fang | Results (CW: Suggestive)
ꕤ Heartless Black Exile | Results
ꕤ Wanderhalle Library | Recreational
ꕤ Before Meteor 8/31 | Text to In-Game
ꕤ Protected Corpse's Holy Relic | Results

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( He lets them work it out, in all their quiet, in all their uncertainty. Mithrun hovers near the surface of all things; he isn't so good with people. Before, he could read them, but now looking at a person's face is like hearing the sound of a language he forgot. He doesn't know the nuance. He doesn't get the meaning. And he lacks the desire to know a person beyond their function, often. And perhaps Hani isn't very good at theirs - the one he's assigned them, anyway.

Brittle, like a machine? Brittle, like withered leaves? He considers this as the moments tick on, winding his way to the understanding that, like him, Hani might not always have a word for what they're feeling. Maybe they don't know what the feeling is, themself.

The smile settles in, and he studies it with his same, impassive gaze, and he doesn't say anything for a moment.

Then, finally, he slips one hand free. He brings it up, the arc of it slowing as it nears Hani's face like they might be delicate to the touch, might crack brittle like they'd said, and he lays a finger along the lips, at the edge of the frayed smile, the other fingers so light they brush against Hani's skin, down to their jaw. )

... I think I dislike you brittle.

( Maybe he can't understand Hani when they don't understand themself, but he can answer what he sees. He can speak as plainly as he can, from the heart, even if the effect turns around his meaning. )

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Oh.

[ nearly voiceless, as though too much noise would disturb mithrun's fingers on their skin.

butterflies of happiness should be dancing around in their stomach right now, because mithrun initiating touch is rare. so precious. and what's even more so are the handful of words he almost never says: like and want and their counterparts. that only come out with careful thought and heavy consideration.

is this also happiness though? the knots twisting in their stomach? a little bitter, a little wistful.

hani presses back against mithrun’s fingers, swallowing fire and coal, mouth twitching slightly as they remain undecided on the topic of happiness.

but what they can say is: ]

I wish I could have heard that the other way - those beautiful words of yours. [ though they know what he means. as expected, they really don’t like that blessing. ] But thank you for touching me, and thank you for meaning it.

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( There's an irony that's not lost on him here, that one of the rare times he finds the words for what he means to say, he's blocked from conveying it completely. Maybe it is, in some ways, just a sign of what his hunger doomed him to: this life of being a little bit out of sync with everyone else.

Such that it is. He can't do much for it. All he can think is that Hani looks nice while working through their unease. Maybe it's because he understands lacking. Maybe it's because Mithrun isn't looking really to thrive, but to find someone he can let himself end in.

Though he doesn't know it, the suggestion of a smile curves his lips, his thumb light against Hani's own. )

... If you ask me to speak honestly with you again...

( I will.

He trails off, intentionally. The conclusion of what he says would be flipped, but only if he says it. Better, then, for Hani to understand the things he leaves unsaid - and he leaves so many things in his head. Maybe it's best for anyone who wants to know him to start imagining what he's always leaving lying around in there.

For now, his touch lingers, and he looks like he means to say something else. Instead, though, he lets his fingers slip, and pulls Hani forward, to the end of the Area. There's a language of touch he's learning from Hani and Tylor that he's not yet so fluent in. But he has interest, slightly, in learning more.

Not long after they've exited the run and received the blessing Mithrun intended to show Hani, though, Hani will get a text, with the thing he meant to say: )

Let me get to know you.

( However brittle it may be. )