[ closed ] Winter in September (October, November...) (dungeons + catchall)

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Who ❄ Michel and friends(?)
What ❄ area runs & overflow
When ❄ September and on
Where ❄ dungeons, assorted
Content Warnings ❄ kidnapping, captivity, suicidal ideation, self harm, TBA

⬣ Chasing Sunshine's Two Wings

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[ Michel leans in, hesitates, and then completes the motion to press a light kiss to Ganymede's forehead. ]

...You have so much strength within you. I believe that you could endure even that.

[ Logically, every human has limits. No matter how strong. Ganymede will likely always carry the scars from what he lived through, and the pain of having the same wound reopened is unimaginable. But even so... ]

I admit that it's ironic to say, when you're feeling like this right now because of me. And there's very little I can do for you. But at the least, I can promise you that you won't be alone.

[ganymed]

[ He feels the gentle kiss pressed against his forehead. Sometimes, it's moments like these he's reminded that he's fortunate, to have someone like Michel beside him. ]

Every time you say that...

[ His ears burn a little, but it's always different hearing someone else saying those words he once repeated to himself in desperation, hoping he'd one day believe them. ]

You're also holding me, and saying those words. That means a lot to me. [ Beat, thinking: ] Maybe you can treat me to something nice in the future too. It'll be fun, for the both of us.

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[ It's just as well Ganymede doesn't finish that thought, because Michel would surely be embarrassed all over again. Instead, he can just rest his cheek against Ganymede's hair again, satisfied that the sentiment reached Ganymede at least a little. ]

"Something nice"? As in, a meal...?

[ Anything that makes Ganymede happy would be fun for him too, it's true. But he's not exactly adept at knowing what that should be. ]

[ganymed]

[ He'll probably say something like that for sure in the future, so ganba Michel... But he's glad right now just to continue to feel the other male close to him, the touch of the male against his hair making him wonder minorly about the game's realism for what must be the umpteenth time. Yet for moments like these?

Not really something of a complaint. ]

Yeah, it was actually what I was thinking of. I'd...be happy for us to go out and share a meal with each other.

No matter where.

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I don't know if they've programmed proper restaurants here...

[ There are the food vendors, so far. The cooking system...

Belatedly, he's realizing that it's unfortunate that the first place his thoughts went is something that's actually a little more difficult to achieve. He'll do a proper browse through all of the game's locations later and see what he can find. ]

...I'll think of something. I'd like to go somewhere with you.

[ A date, in the parlance of their times. ]

[ganymed]

I don't know either.

[ A small pout starts to form on his face for a moment, but he wants to go and experience eating out with Michel. It's such a simple desire, yet he can do that thing couples do in restaurants, where they hold out a piece of food, and bring it close to their partner, and asking them to open wide.

...

Yeah he's just like this. ]

Me too.

...What kind of food do you like?

[ Has he asked before? He doesn't know, but it might help for future restaurant-huntings. ]

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[ Michel, blissfully oblivious to how much he's going to die of embarrassment (and sappy contentment) in the future, frowns a little in thought.

Ganymede might or might not have asked him that before, but Tylor certainly has. He's not getting better at answering it. ]

I'm not particular. I eat whatever [ Didier sends ] I happen to have. Baking is too much trouble.

[ Does that narrow it down at all... ]

What about you?

[ganymed]

[ He'll discover Michel's secret inclinations towards which food someday. The joy of well-cooked food by another person's hands might revive favorites previously unknown straight into the world of the living! ]

Seafood, pastas, sweets...things like that. I'm not too picky either, but those are basically the big ones.

[ This is making him a bit more hungry. And by a bit we mean a lot. Maybe because it's probably nearing dinner time for him. ]

...Was there anything you liked when you were younger, though? A certain kind of meal?

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[ Somehow, it suits Ganymede... It makes Michel want to go look up restaurants and daydream about a nice evening out for what must be the first time in his life. ]

It's difficult for me to remember anything like that...

[ He had never thought about it all that much, until suddenly, food was whatever scraps were put in front of him. And then he'd completely stopped caring what he put in his mouth at all. But he strains his memory. He wants to come up with something for Ganymede, at least. ]

...Beignets? Oeufs en meurette. I liked both of those.

we can probably build this or have this tag as a Wrap

[ganymed]

...That's good enough for me.

[ Ganymede murmurs softly, closing his eyes again. It seems all is forgiven but he hopes that Michel doesn't beat himself up too badly.

He feels like that's the type of thing he'd do. He'll probably remain like this for awhile longer, though, until either he for once actually commits the cardinal sin of asleep while playing or Michel reminds him to log out. ]

YE <3333

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[ Michel's shoulders shake very slightly in amusement; what would Ganymede have done if it wasn't enough? Interrogated him until he manifested more foods he liked? He closes his eyes in brief contentment and wraps his arms around Ganymede to keep him secure where he is.

If he falls asleep like this, the AFK effect will probably be funny. But Michel isn't going to encourage him to move when he can keep an eye on him right here. Probably they'll both fall asleep just like this. ]