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EVENT ✨ Wolf's Moon

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The Fairy Queen sends out an invitation for all otherworlders to an eccentric party with ulterior motives that aren't necessarily bad.. after all, they're protecting players from a ritualistic curse cast by escaped convicts from the Elphame prison. But that doesn't mean it's the party's entirely safe either.

CONTENT WARNINGS:

1st Prompt: Mild elements of body horror in the fairy queen's description (paragraph starting with "Opening the message"); this paragraph is description only and may be skipped without loss of content.
2nd Prompt: Ball prompts include reference to drugs, alcohol, smooching, and fake murder.
3rd Prompt: May have potential for mild body horror depending on player preference, as it features cynanthropy/lycanthropy.

The night before the full moon, a message is sent out to all the otherworlders in the land. In each person's inbox, the message sender reads simply "ELPHAME" and appears to have a verified account, despite that looking into it doesn't seem to reveal much content. The profile pic is simply a picture of a mushroom. Opening the message will reveal a video recording. For the first full minute, a woman simply stares into the video through one pure white eye and one wholly black eye. Her hair is white and fair and longer than can be seen in the video of her torso. Her skin is sallow, gray more than any other color, and her décolleté is peppered with what seems to be shells of mushrooms growing out of her flesh like they would on a tree, patches of bleeding tooth mushroom creeping down the side of her neck.
Atop her head, a headpiece made of platinum formed into the tiniest branches, filled with leaves of precious stones- diamonds, rubies, emeralds, sapphires, and moldavite trailing down in long chains that keep her hair out of her face. Her lips are just slightly parted, painted in what seems to be an enchanted design that shifts patterns as she moves, as if they were a green screened galaxy in real life. There is a stud in the bow of her lips, and the top of her clothing appears to be colorful, but is only visible toward the top of her frame, as her top is low-cut to account for the fungi. A number of small stitched scars are visible, but largely healed. She tilts her head slightly. Even though it's only a video recording, it feels as though she is looking directly at your character. "You are busy bees..." A soft voice speaks, almost as if the wind itself is whispering in your ear and not from a recorded video. "Busy bees could barely bother, but bother is basically all you do. I bequeath you busy bees a bidding. Bother blithely, busy bees, in Elphame as bristling beauties are bound to do. A ball before you, beneath the Wolf's Moon big and bright, betwixt burgeoning fae blooms. Do not baa, do not bray, bruin nor boar will keep big bad wolf at bay. Bop and bounce, ballet you may, or brawl your basest behaviors in my ballroom before break of day. Broadcast not your boorish bumf, though, or busy bees will be broken brisker than bats banished from Beelzebub's borders and bound. Bless my bestowal and with bated breath I shall bade you betokened truth, if truth be told." Whether or not your character understood what was actually said or their brain shut down in the middle of those barely benign instructions, they may additionally notice fairy circles made of tiny mushrooms start to crop up regardless of where they are in Avalon.
	Once night falls, if a character dances in them they will be transported to a costume party within the ballroom of the fairy queen in Nicnevin. Costumes will be magically applied upon arrival, based on a favorite childhood fantasy. (Did they want to be an astronaut? A dinosaur? A cowboy? A cat? That's what they'll appear as.) You can choose from any age of childhood for your character, depending on whether you want to go funny or more serious about their later childhood dreams. Whatever your character chooses to do as part of the party, the following party happenings should be noted:
1. If your character or anyone they know uses your character's name or reveals enough information about themself, they will become unable to disobey the fairy queen in future events. They've technically been warned about this in the fairy queen's message, even if it wasn't easy to understand. B. Alternately, you can have your character's name be captured by a more mischievous party guest fae and play with that as you will. You can be released either by someone else killing your captured fae for you, or the fae saying your name backward. So if your character's name is Stevie, they would have to trick the fairy into saying Eivets. This option to NPC your own fae captor is endable on your own terms, but 1a will be on the fae queen's terms down the line. 2. The party itself is a protected area; refusal to attend or leaving the party before sunset will subject characters to the Wolf's Moon, which has been put under a ritual by a prisoner group released from the fae prison during the previous dark web quest, Banyanished. This ball is being held as a gift to otherworlders to protect them from the second part of this event. (See below for details.) Characters will be told that they are in a protective area if they try to leave and to trust the fairy queen, but will not be forced to stay against their will by the fae. The only people who may try to stop your character from leaving beyond telling them this information are other player characters. 3. Dancing, food (fairy food), psychedelics and drink will be provided to those of age who want them throughout the night. If the partygoers don't seem to be having a good time or the party grows dull, the fairy queen (dressed in the award-winning submission to the Elphame Trader's contest some time ago) will make a demand participation in a party game*. If your character is standing around and not participating in the general activities, they may be coerced to participate. Anyone may join willingly as well, of course. The following party games will be played throughout the night:

a bottle on the floor

Spin the Bottle, Elphame Rules:

Fairies are quite randy creatures at times, and the first game played is none other than spin the bottle. The rules are as such: when it is your turn, you are blinded by fairy magic and must spin the bottle. Once the bottle stops spinning, the person the bottle lands on will kiss them. The person who is kissed must guess who from the circle kissed them; a correct guess will mean they stay in and the blindness spell will be lifted. An incorrect guess will eject them from the circle and they will wander around blind for the duration of the game until a winner is declared. Feel free to play out gameplay or your character needing assistance after being ejected from the game circle.

Truth or Dare:

The standard game of truth or dare. Don't forget to be very careful, as certain truths may have dire consequences. (See point 1, be very careful.) You can play issuing and completing dares or asking and answering truths with other player characters or receive dares from NPC'd fairies, which may escalate to dangerous and magical lengths. The only solid rule is that no dares are permitted to require exiting the party to complete, and lying during a truth gives permission to fairies to steal your tongue from you if they discover your lie at any point, even after the party is over.

a woman gasping dramatically with subs that say "Escandalo!"

a woman threatening a balloon with a knife

Balloon Game:
Everyone loves a good murder game! Everyone is outfitted with a single balloon. You may secure the balloon to yourself for 2 minutes before the start of the game. In the center of the game circle is a pile of close-range weapons varying in usefulness from binoculars and pots to knives, slingshots, axes and more. Magic is also permitted. If your balloon "pops" you are "dead" and will float to the ceiling to fly around until the end of the game, out of harm's way. Do not commit any actual murder or the balloon of the deceased will immediately wrap around you in a full rubber bodysuit and imprison you until the fairy queen can deal judgment. (If this happens, notify a mod so we can discuss Queen Elphame's judgment with you OOC.)

Helping to empower otherworlders to improve their chances of saving the world is the kind of task that can be a little.. subjective. A little questionable when it comes to consent, at times. After all, no one is here with their consent and no one was bonded with their familiar or given magic with their consent. What's a little more empowerment? Certainly, a group of imprisoned lycanthrope wizards seem to think they have something of a solution to increasing other worlders' potentials: a ritual using the Wolf Moon of January's full moon cycle to transform unprotected otherworlders into fellow cynanthropes or, in layman's terms, werewolves and other types of weredogs. Anyone not protected (at the party) will be affected by the curse ritual.

dog in front of full moon

Cynanthropes in Avalon have the following characteristics:

Character is now able to transform into a humanoid dog or wolf form to the extent the player chooses (go ears/tail or full-furry)
Experiences enhanced strength, enhanced sense of smell, night vision, blood lust, and characteristics similar to the character's dog or wolf breed.
These effects are only applicable the day before, the day of, and the day after the full moon from sundown to sunrise on each day.
Note that new weredogs/wolves do not have control over their instincts for the first few months of transformations and will behave aggressively. If in an emotional state, they can lose control of their transformed form regardless of how long they have been cursed.
Though characters can be killed by normal means throughout the month, they can only be killed by silver bullets during the 3-day full moon cycle
Full-time side effects include cravings for meat, animal mages having mild influence over them, being able to eat food from Elphame without being bound to the land, and the occasional hair ball.
It is up to players how painful they want the transformation to be/not to be; you can play this how you want and chalk it up to ritual reaction variation.

Cynanthrope ritual curses are particularly strong and require at least two siphoners working together to break the curse, a counter-curse potion (only available through events), or a deal with a powerful being such as the fairy queen or Morganna.

If your character did not attend the party, left the fairy queen's party, or wasn't at the Red Springs (protected by the mysterious crystals that turn it red during the full moon-- conveniently for your excuse not to participate in either prompt if you want to opt out!) they will become a werewolf or weredog.

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[ that breaks what remains of the resistance he's been showing for a while, as if holding out might make his feelings less somehow (see: it did not). ]

I will. An' I'm a man of my word... if I say I'm gonna do somethin', I'm doin' it.

[ it's dangerous, making such a bold statement even if he's incapable of being direct. does that mean something's changed?

even more because izō kisses him again — because the one ryouma had given him hadn't lasted long enough, in his opinion, whether it had lingered or not. which on its own is just fine, but right now he has way too many feelings swirling around and seeking an outlet just like this. ]

[ There is unspoken meaning in that kiss. Ryouma's eyes widen for a moment before he softens into it, keeping Izō held close to him. ]

Ya are an' I like that 'bout ya. I always know what t' expect from ya. [ Ryouma smiles warmly as he brushes Izō's cheek with the backs of his fingers. ] C'mon, let's get ya dressed so we can rest a li'l.

[ he makes a face, which as usual when he tries that while blushing like this, is not super effective. ]

When y' say it like that, ya make me sound all predictable...

[ and maybe he is in a lot of ways, but he likes to think he isn't. he goes to dress in the clothes ryouma brought him earlier, ready to finally relax for a little while.

of course, it's not his usual thing, so he also takes a second to see how it looks in the mirror. who knows? maybe ryouma picked them for some reason besides comfort. ]

[ Ryouma takes the time Izō is looking at himself to brush out his hair. It also has the benefit of letting Ryouma get a good look at him. Something about seeing Izō in his clothes just feels good, he can't quite explain it. ]

Ya look good like this...Maybe y' should try some more western clothes more often, huh?

[ The t-shirt hugged Izō's form rather nicely, just as he thought it would. He chances another little kiss on his neck as he finishes brushing out Izō's hair. ]

Not that ya look bad in what ya usually wear, 'course.

[ Ryouma puts his arms around Izō's waist to hug him from behind. ]

[ izō doesn't complain about the brushing but makes a face when his hair quits clumping together like it usually does and smoothes out more. and it seems almost fluffier somehow? ]

Hm. Maybe. Ain't so bad for sittin' around in, but some of it don't make sense for fightin'. Dunno how yer managin' in those pants y' like...

[ the hug from behind makes him feel a bit shy all of a sudden, worse because he can see it as it happens in the mirror.

taken altogether it's even stranger. the awareness of where he is and what he's wearing and who he's with and how it's so drastically different from everything he ever had in life it makes his head spin. he used to find himself comparing things to chaldea, but sometimes his mind wanders further back, perhaps because something had reminded him unconsciously. it's nice when he thinks of good times, but also has the unintended effect of making him acutely aware of everything he stands to lose.

he also remembers what kate had posted on the network before — whether or not she had intended to — and then what she'd said to him directly after that. how it's different in this world and maybe everyone shouldn't bother trying to hold onto things instead of just enjoying what's in front of them right now.

and maybe that's true. and izō is very good at impulsively acting in the moment and not considering the future consequences most of the time, but he's still worried. things are different now, aren't they? it's a consequence he can't overlook this time.

izō sighs and his shoulders sag and he hadn't even realised he'd gotten tense again. you know what? whatever. nothing is going to happen in the next few hours, he supposes. ]

I know y' liked what I wore to that holiday thing.

[ Ryouma holds him close for a few moments longer, indulging in how warm Izō is and how good it feels to be this close to him. It's alright to indulge this impulse, especially after how it felt to nearly lose him. He rests his chin on Izō's shoulder now to nuzzle into his neck. ]

I did...I love ya no matter what yer wearin', though.

[ The one thing he shouldn't have let slipped definitely did just slip. Izō can see the shock register in Ryouma's face in the mirror and the embarrassment that settles in soon afterward. It's something he's been forcing down for so long, brought to the surface by what happened earlier. Izō deserves to know how much he means to Ryouma, doesn't he? He deserves to know he's loved and adored no matter what might happen. Ryouma still can't help but look mortified that he let it slip. At least he doesn't say anything nor does he let go of Izō.

May a hole open in the floor and swallow him whole. ]

Edited 2022-01-23 23:07 (UTC)

[ if izō suspected that he might've imagined it, the look on ryouma's face confirms it. this was really happening. ]

Feelin' kinda sentimental, huh? C'mon...

[ it's less like he's saying the words and more like he's operating on autopilot. izō is sure they aren't even the right words but he can't figure out what he should say either. he just feels ryouma's hand in his when he takes it, leading him out of the bathroom towards ryouma's room.

this is exactly the sort of thing he might've wanted to hear once, but so much has changed since that time, izō isn't certain that's valid anymore. he's not the same person he used to be — even beyond his most recent issues — and it's difficult to imagine how getting into this any deeper could possibly be a good thing.

only he can't say that. he can't say anything he ought to say, and he knows it's unfair, and it's just another reason on the pile why he's all wrong for this. too much of a coward to speak up. too weak and scared to walk away. it's unfair.

instead, he leads ryouma to bed just like they'd planned, probably misleading him to think everything's fine. or maybe he can tell because of how quiet izō's gotten and it's obvious he's off somewhere inside his head again..?

izō just wants to lay down before the dizzying, overwhelming sensation starts being real. ]

Jus'... make sure y' wake me up before the sun goes down, yeah?

[ maybe if he acts like it's totally normal? ryouma had seemed embarrassed anyway, so simply letting it go could be easier? izō even tries to smile, but it's debatable how successful he might've been to not make it look strained. it might be okay, if he just goes along with things. it might be okay. or it might not because it's already going wrong and he couldn't say it back and he's not even made sense of how he feels in all this time...

but more importantly, he'd probably let ryouma do whatever he wanted right now. even if it's just to lay here together quietly and enjoy it, there's no fuss. isn't that the least he could do? the one way he can hope to avoid hurting ryouma again.

later. he can solve the rest later... ]

[ Ryouma can't even think of what to say. Izō's silence hurts in a way he can't articulate and in a way that feels entirely unfair to Izō. He just manages a sad smile and squeezes his hand. ]

Maybe I am...

[ As they settle down into bed, Ryouma snuggles up to he can hold Izō close. There's so much he wants to say, but he can't make himself say it. He's such a coward sometimes...It would be so unfair just to leave it like this, to leave Izō with the doubts he surely has. It'd be unfair for Ryouma to sit here and pretend like everything is just fine, like he hadn't just said what he said.

He idly plays with Izō's hair as a distraction. ]

...But I meant what I said. Izō, I like havin' ya in my life, I can't imagine it without ya. Yer important t' me an' so is yer happiness. Don't...Don't let what I said change anythin' if ya don't want it to. I can handle bein' th' way we've always been if that's what ya want. I jus'...I got scared'a losin' ya an' I'd never have th' chance t' tell ya how I really felt.

[ Ryouma is so vulnerable right now that he feels like he might die. It's so hard for him to speak about his feelings so frankly. Making decisions that changed the course of history in Japan were easy compared to this. ]

'm sorry I put ya on th' spot like that...It wasn't fair t' ya at all. I jus'...I jus' wanted ya t' know. An' that was selfish'a me.

[ it's true, it's all terribly unfair. izō feels something ache inside him at the sight of ryouma's sad smile and wonders if he's done something he'll never be able to fix because he's too afraid to act. he used to think nothing felt worse than when he found out ryouma had gone and wasn't coming back.

this might just top it.

it was easier thinking ryouma didn't really care, or at least only cared so much, because it made sense that ryouma might've just woken up one morning and realised what everyone else in tosa already knew. the story of izō's entire fucking life. he almost wants to get angry about it, because anger is easy, and demand answers until he's satisfied. why say it now when it's too late?! but ryouma deserves better than everything he is right now, which is everything he'd become, and any anger dies off before anything can become of it. why should ryouma burden himself with a manslayer and a monster who offers nothing in return? izō can't see what ryouma would ever use him for — because naturally that's the first place izō's mind goes. what's unfair is ryouma pouring out his honest feelings and izō having nothing good to say in return. ]

Yer allowed t' say whatever ya want. S' okay...

[ his voice trembles and he covers his mouth with his hands. laying on his side, he closes his eyes and tries to focus on the warm feeling of ryouma next to him and the soothing sound of his voice. izō can't stop more tears from falling but now he at least tries to be quiet. these are words that should feel good, but izō can only think about what a let down he's bound to be. ]

S'good... Good knowin' it. Ain't a bad thing tellin' me. Jus' the bit about y' losin'—...

[ ah. now it makes sense. it's in case he can't come back, isn't it? ]

Well. Y' know I never been good at nothin' else...

[ that's just being realistic and planning for what's likely. ]

[ He hadn't meant to make Izō cry, but the tears don't really surprise him, either. Izō has always been someone to feel his emotions so strongly they come out like this. Ryouma can't judge him for crying. Instead, he brushes away Izō's tears with one thumb and leans over him to kiss his cheeks. It's so gentle and tender, an attempt to reassure Izō that he will never think less of him for anything. ]

Yer so much more'n what someone made ya into...I know it. I see it in ya, there's more in there and I wish there were some way t' make ya see what I see. [ Ryouma is fighting tears now, too, as his voice trembles. ] Izō, I...Ya wanna know why I left without a word back then?

[ If he's already laid himself bare, what's one more thing on top of it? Ryouma hugs him closer, like he's afraid Izō might disappear if he lets him go. ]

What I was doin' was dangerous...Leavin' meant death. If I took ya with me, that meant th' same for ya...I couldn't handle that thought, knowin' my choice might mean yer death. If I'd known what was gonna happen anyway...I woulda made ya come with.

[ Now the tears start flowing. This still feels so selfish...He kisses Izō's neck as tears fall silently down his cheeks. ]

Jus'...Come back to me when this all settles down. That's all I'm askin'.

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[ izō knows ryouma means to make it better by wiping away his tears, but the gentleness of it makes more of them fall despite his best efforts to stop, silently berating himself for the weakness. for the pillow being wet under his cheek now, which is just further evidence of it. that spark of hope in him that always struggles just to exist — the one that hopes he could be something other than a killer — wants to believe those words but always finds it difficult in the face of the body of evidence that his own experience provides. it's all wishful thinking.

but then ryouma asks the one question he's afraid of and izō almost reaches out to grab him and make him stop. instead, he looks up at ryouma with wide, fearful eyes because he already knows he can't hold it back if ryouma is just going to lay it all out there like that. ]

Ya shoulda asked... y' shoulda said somethin'...

[ he doesn't pull away entirely because that would be too cruel, but he sits up because he has to. ]

Woulda gone anyway, I didn't care! Y' know what they said? "There's nothin' left for 'im in Tosa" and—...

[ and izō hesitates because he can blame ryouma like he has all this time or he can just say it. what exactly does he have to lose? they're both speaking like they might not have another shot at it. ]

... and they ain't wrong! Probably woulda slowed ya down anyway, always needin' t' explain shit. I got no purpose 'sides killin'. Like it's what I was born for; swords are only for killin'. Weapons ain't gotta know shit, they jus' gotta be useful! An' I got no use t' nobody! Dunno why ya try so hard. I got nothin' t' give ya, 'cause the kinda world y' want don't need nobody like me. Y' don't wanna hear it, but maybe some people jus' ain't good an' got no reason t' be.

[ and he's one of them. that's what he doesn't say, but it's not hard to grasp the meaning. if it seemed like he was building to something, he loses his momentum at the last second. he's already promised, hadn't he? izō really wishes he'd remembered before reopening an old wound that has never really healed to begin with and then shined a light on it...

his head hurts and he wishes he had a strong drink and wants someone to tell him how to put this all back inside the bottle he's been keeping it in all this time. ]

When I know I ain't gonna wake up and see somethin' terrible I did... I gave ya my word...

[ Again, he hadn't meant to hurt Izō like this and he'd gone and done it anyway. At least Izō is still here and hasn't fled. Ryouma sits up with him, hugging him close again. He expects Izō to fight and struggle, but he can't just let him suffer like this. ]

I bother because I care, Izō...I told ya I loved ya 'cause I meant it. [ How can he even convince Izō of what he sees and the promise he sees in him? ] Nothin' ya can say or do'll push me away.

[ Ryouma hugs him tighter, his face pressed against his shoulder. ]

Yer word's as good as gold t' me...so I'll wait as long as it takes.

[ it's probably just sad how difficult it is for izō to accept it. he's spent so long spinning his own theories and accusations for everything it's difficult to truly digest the fact that the truth is actually that simple. that it all had happened because ryouma had made a choice and could not have predicted how things ultimately unfolded. ironically, believing ryouma is the easy part. he might make confusing choices or only give out as much information at a time as he feels like someone needs to know, but izō knows he wouldn't lie to him about something this important.

a lot of it is simply because the idea of a relationship not based on some sort of transaction doesn't make a lot of sense, or at least is difficult to know where anyone stands. what is his contribution? and he shouldn't, he really shouldn't ask questions that only make things more difficult, and yet... ]

... Why?

[ it's an extremely vague question, sure, and maybe unfair to put ryouma on the spot again when he's already said so much, but he's... trying? at the very least to understand, because maybe if he understands it he would be able to make sense of the jumble of feelings in his own mind.

but he doesn't fuss. not this once. after what he's done and said — and failed to say — he can give ryouma this much. and it isn't as if he doesn't also enjoy it... ]

I jus' don't—.. I mean it don't make sense...

[ "Why?"

It's just one word but it has so many answers. At least it shows Izō is trying and he's not just denying and trying to escape. That alone is enough to get Ryouma to smile. It's hard not to just start listing off the things he finds charming about Izō, qualities others may find difficult to deal with but ones that Ryouma simply adores.

He finds one of Izō's hands with his own and laces their fingers together. ]

Yer spirit...Ya don't take shit from no one and ya let everyone know they ain't jus' gonna get away with messin' with ya. Yer pride -- no matter what's happened t' ya, ya still have yer pride. No one'll take that from ya, either.

[ Ryouma kisses his shoulder. ]

Yer loyalty. Once someone earns it, ya ain't goin' nowhere. [ He can't help a little laugh before he continues. ] I love th' way ya blush all th'way t' yer ears when you get flustered. I love th' way ya feel so strongly that ya can't hold it in.

[ He kisses Izō's cheek with immense fondness. ]

Ya ain't real good with words, but ya make up for it with yer actions. If ya can't say it, ya show it. [ Ryouma nuzzles his cheeks. Izō can probably feel his warm, wet tears. ] There's jus' so much I love 'bout ya that I can't put it all into words...Love don't make sense, y'know? An' I'm fine with that. It don't gotta make sense if that's what ya feel.

[ He squeezes Izō's hand, hugging him close with the arm around his waist. ]

An' that's what I feel...

[ izō finds himself at a loss for words again, but at least this time it's a lot less agonising than it had felt when he was simply faced with the weight of the whole concept. no one's ever said so much and so specifically, pointing out things he might actually like about himself if he didn't see all of his failings so much more clearly. ]

... All'a that's jus' about me.

[ he's been waiting for ryouma to tell him whatever it is that he's done or he's given or at least what would be expected of him. considering who he'd spent most of his life looking up to, is it really any surprise he has a distorted idea of these things? he only knows how to fit things in the little boxes other people gave him. and what does anything mean without some sort of social contract built into it?

and he's always appreciated how ryouma's never fit. that's interesting. even when he'd tried not to care, izō couldn't help it. he'd thought about that a lot after they'd failed to find the dragon and he sat there for hours angrily typing lines and lines of text to argue a point he didn't even realise mattered to him that much until it did.

it's fitting that ryouma got all wrapped up in his ships and the sea because he could draw that comparison if he were the sort to be poetic in that way. that's why ryouma never fit in a neat way everything else did. it feels like a step izō has to take and might as well be like stepping off the safety of the familiar shore and it's another reason it feels too big to handle; he isn't sure he's capable of being anything more than he already is right now. what if all those things ryouma sees in him turns out to be inadequate because he'll always just be this. limited. if ryouma's something great then he's like a crawling thing on the earth. not much to say about it.

and he's selfish, because it still feels that way to reciprocate any of it because that feels like he's leading ryouma on when the future feels as uncertain as it does right now. still, he can't talk himself out of kissing ryouma because he's not strong enough to have that sort of self-discipline. it's probably the wrong sort of kiss for a time like this too. he hates that it's probably obvious how conflicted he feels and hates even more that it feels like a goodbye because everything about this has a certain finality to it that hurts more than the rest. that's why he keeps caving to it; he really might not have another chance.

it's not until he pulls back to take a proper breath that he realises what he's done. that probably counts as showing the thing he couldn't say, doesn't it? even so, it doesn't really count until he says it, he's sure. there are probably certain things that you just have to say. ]

[ The kiss speaks volumes. It's not a rebuke, it's not a denial, it's acceptance. Even if Izō can't say how he feels, this is good enough. Ryouma's eyes widen as a blush spreads across his cheeks before he softens into the kiss.

It's hard not to want to push it into more. He wants to press himself Izō and overwhelm him with more a more physical expression of his love. He wants to touch and kiss every part of Izō, to give his body and whole self the worship it deserves. Ryouma holds back because it's not the right time. A return kiss and a gentle stroking of Izō’s cheek is good enough for now.

The rest can come later when Izō returns. He will return. A little sleep together will suffice for now. At least then he can hold Izō in his arms and feel him fall asleep and see how soft his face is when he does.

Ryouma breaks away long enough to grab for his phone and set an alarm for an hour before sundown. ]

Let's lay down, Izō...We can both use the rest right now.

[ There's something sad in his smile. This will be an ending, but only a temporary one. It's simply the end of a chapter-- one has to end before another can begin. The hope in that is enough for him to hold onto. ]

[ even if it's been said a few times now, izō still finds it difficult to truly consider the word love in his own mind. it's a step in a good direction in any case though, isn't it? he can figure out the rest when he has more time... because it's not as if he's going to just give up.

he lays down and then waits for ryouma to settle before he shifts closer and tentatively puts his arms around him. after everything that's just out there, what's the point in denying the fact that this is how he wants to fall asleep right now?

besides, he's getting to that warm, sleepy place because he's finally laying still and all of his fatigue finds it very easy to catch up to him. he says something but it's difficult to tell what it was between the tired slurring of his voice and the fact that he's basically saying it into ryouma's chest. well, whatever, it's probably no big deal. ]

[ He puts his arms around Izō to hold him close. That little slip-up turned into something better than expected, given the circumstances. Whatever Izō says is more or less unintelligible, but Ryouma doesn't ask for him to repeat it; he probably knows exactly what he said. It's the thought that counts and the fact he actually said it.

Ryouma closes his eyes, content to have Izō close like this. He'll sleep easy, even after what happened between them, even with the looming reality of Izō's temporary absence. Izō is here in his arms, pressed into his chest, safe from everything. Nothing else matters in the moment than that. They're together, comfortable enough to sleep.

Sundown will come too soon and this moment of intimate normalcy will end. That simply means he has to wait for the next beginning. At least this time Ryouma will get to say goodbye instead of the two of them simply parting ways without a sense of a closure.

This ending will be different than the last. ]

[ it's a lot easier to say you're going to do something than it is actually doing it. under ideal circumstances, izō would've woken up ahead of the alarm and cleared out before he could potentially make things worse. he was drunk when this happened last time, so izō recalls even less than he might've sober, but he doubts any of it is something ryouma would want to see. izō means well by it in wanting to spare him.

instead, he's still here.

izō has a painful transformation and the frigid outdoors to look forward to, so could anyone blame him for his reluctance to leave the warm comfort he's all wrapped up in? he feels rested too; like some of the best sleep izō has ever had, come to think of it, so he can scratch wondering if he'd be too exhausted to handle a second time off the list of concerns.

thinking it might happen after the sun went down had been just a hunch, but compared to how he'd felt this morning, it seems like it might be the correct guess after all. there's something in the back of his mind that hadn't been so noticeable earlier, and it's also just starting to stir as he wakes.

but for now, izō remains himself and firmly aware, so it's alright, he supposes. it does, unfortunately, dash any hope that it might've just been a one-off incident, but izō already expected to need to go. he's not pinning his hopes on things where the odds are unlikely to be in his favour and just planning for what looks inevitable; he always loses at gambling, and the stakes right now are much too high for carelessness.

that's so much to think about, though, and the sound of the alarm going off seems unbearably loud all of a sudden. he leans over ryouma and reaches for the phone — possibly intercepting him going for it himself in the process — and likely didn't so much turn it off entirely but let it snooze for another ten minutes or so.

peace restored, his cheeks are a bit flushed when he looks down. it's not like they haven't shared a bed before and done plenty that requires a level of intimacy between them, but it feels like something's shifted. he felt bolder earlier, but then that makes sense. his doubts start creeping in the less he feels in control. ]

[ Ryouma stirs at the noise from the alarm and goes to reach for his phone, only to feel Izō's hand instead. Well, that's fine enough. He rolls onto his back so he can look up at Izō with a warm, if sleepy smile, reaching up to touching his face. ]

...Mornin'.

[ Nevermind it's nearly sundown. Ryouma's never had anything resembling a normal sleep schedule, anyway.

He doesn't sit up just yet, like he doesn't want this to end. His arm wraps around Izō's waist so he can pull himself closer and rest his head on Izō's leg. ]

I'll see ya off in a few minutes...

Yeah, like ten. Rememberin' where I started out last time, hehe. Ain't gonna want me anywhere 'round here...

[ he's doing his best to act like he only finds humour in this and not that he's concerned about repeating the process or ashamed that he probably destroyed part of a store and endangered everyone in it. ]

Worry 'bout that in ten though.

[ Ryouma knows it's just Izō covering for his true feelings, but now isn't the time to call him on it. Now is the time to relax for the last ten minutes they have together. It's not the end is the refrain in his head, it's just a momentary separation.

Izō will return. ]

Ain't gonna worry 'bout nothin' 'til then.

[ Nothing but savor Izō's presence and the feeling of their bodies together, even in this small way. ]

[ izō knows ryouma knows and he's grateful that he doesn't try to push it. he hesitates a little, wanting to fall back on his usual habits, but it's like he just said. ten minutes. ]

Good...

[ for a moment he looks a little scared, which might seem reasonable under the circumstances except that the blush that follows suggests it's nothing to do with what'll happen after sundown. it feels strangely vulnerable to reach out and touch ryouma — knowingly and not something he can blame on being drunk or in the moment. for that reason, it's a little clumsy like he's not sure what to do or if it's awkward to be touching his face or petting his hair. petting, izō realises, like he might've pet a dog with long hair or a horse. he trails off and lets his hand settle again after that, because he didn't mean to but he isn't really sure how to do that when it comes to someone who isn't an animal. ]

Oughta listen t' me more often.

[ just pay no attention to what he did. ]

[ There's something charming about it. It reminds him of Oryou and how he had to teach her the basics of being a human. The first time he laid his head in her lap like this, she patted his head like one would a dog. At least Izō had an idea of what he was doing, even if it wasn't the most refined technique.

It's enough to make him smile and blush faintly. ]

I do listen to ya...At least I think I do. If I don't listen, I got my reasons.

[ And usually it had nothing to do with Izō. Ryouma has his own way of doing things and it rarely makes sense. He closes his eyes, trying to ignore that there's a time limit here. ]

...Ya can pet me again, if ya want. I liked that.

Yeah, I know. Usually 'cause yer thinkin' somethin' nobody else woulda thought of.

[ for all of his complaining and usual attitude about things, izō can't deny the truth of it; ryouma does listen to him, far above and beyond anyone else. it doesn't mean he's going to stop fussing about things in the moment, though. ]

I wasn't pettin'—...

[ it's awkward having it said outright like that and makes izō blush even more intensely than he has been, so he's relieved that ryouma has his eyes closed right now.

difficult as it is to admit it even to himself, he does want to. whatever this is right now between them, he might as well enjoy it while it lasts, right? very tentatively, his fingers card through ryouma's hair again, trying to be as careful as the first time because he feels like he needs to be. ]

... Like that?

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