[closed]

[tinged]

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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[tylorific]

[ Tylor only starts at the first contact, but he doesn't need to turn to know who has captured his midsection. His own hands come to cover Hani's as they talk, as he leans back tilting his head as if that would ever work to see his short love. It's a shame he can't see the words on their lips, but he can feel them pressed into his back. Even when they settle in his heart. A stuttering that flips his stomach with affection and something else that settles deeper.

But then the nuzzling begins and Tylor is too ticklish not to start laughing. He tries to turn in Hani's hold, to toss his arms over them and squeeze them close. ]

Now, I got you! [ He keeps laughing until it trails off. Suddenly breathless, he wants to stay like this a moment; pressed close enough to hear Hani's heartbeat. It's another of those little moments. Where Tylor goes quiet and buries his face in their hair, even if he has to lift Hani off of their feet to do it without toppling over.

Quieter, fingers curling wherever they've ended up in his attempt to hold Hani this close. He would pinky promise, but he's comfortable. ]

But, do you promise. To only stay as long as it makes you happy? Let's forget trying to decide anything else, alright?

[tinged]

[ hani holds on with a little laugh, confident he won’t drop them. not so confident he’ll ever ask them to stay. a joyous moment touched by the somber reminder of the night before, fresh like a bruise.

his low tone is… not new, but they’ve only heard a variation of it once before. it gets them to attend. they’re quiet, only breathing with him.

at length: ]

That contradicts my other promise to you.