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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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[ he gets better with time, less apprehensive as he feels more confident that he's doing alright. more certain that he's not going to stumble into hurting ryouma somehow accidentally.

that's true until the alarm goes off anyway. then that certainty vanishes in a fraction of the time it had taken to build it in the first place. izō pulls his hand back and looks down at it like he's expected it to be different already. ]

Ain't gotta say it like that. I ain't fuckin' dead...

[ no, just a failure, apparently. being keenly aware of that probably contributes to izō's frustration over it, but that doesn't justify necessarily justify his tone. ]

Y' ain't gonna wanna see it when it happens, that's all. Doin' ya a favour clearin' out early...

[ Ryouma sits up after a moment and shuts off the alarm. A moment later, he pulls Izō into a tight, almost desperate hug, his face pressed into the crook of Izō's neck.

He pulls back after a moment, his hands on Izō's shoulders. ]

I know ya ain't dead...This is jus' goodbye for now.

[ It's what he has to tell himself. They'll see each other again, even if Ryouma has to hunt him down. There's an unmistakable sadness in his smile. He'd been selfish enough for one day. If Izō thinks this is protecting him, then that's that.

Things will either work out or they won't. ]

Let's get ya some warm clothes so ya don't freeze out there, alright?

[ It's the least he could do. ]

[ the hug surprises him enough that by the time he's able to react ryouma's already pulling away. something about hearing him say goodbye stings worse than everything else so far and he looks down to try and hide his expression. it feels stupid because he's the one who's leaving, but the uncertainty of his condition means it doesn't feel like he has a real say about it. ]

Y-yeah. Right... jus'—.. for now.

[ he can't even say it. ]

Ya sure ya wanna bother with that? Might jus' ruin 'em. Or lose 'em again...

[ Ryouma's already off the bed and pulling some clothes from his closet for Izō. In the end, they're just clothes. If he loses them or destroys them, they can be replaced. It's better that Izō be warm, even if it's just until everything happens again. ]

I can always get more. Yer more important than some clothes. [ He lays out what he grabbed on the bed with a smile: a shirt, a warm jacket, some pants, and gloves. ] Ain't no rush right now...

[ Except that there was. There's a timer ticking down and as calm as Ryouma looks, anxiety and fear boil just under the surface. He has to stay calm and collected for Izō's sake. The wounds left on him pulse with his heartbeat. So what if this puts him in danger? He's faced down death before.

They can figure this out together soon enough. ]

[ for once, izō doesn't argue. there's no time for arguments. he only expresses his disagreement with a look and a sigh before he starts changing into what ryouma laid out for him.

he sits on the edge of the bed when he's finished, pulling the jacket closed and slouching a little. for some reason, he's suddenly far more aware of the fact that he's all wrapped up in ryouma's scent as if he hasn't been all this time already. that's probably one of those things he shouldn't ignore, but then it also takes him a minute to realise he's been distracted by it for that long. ]

... Happy now? Anyway, if ya feel like gettin' the other shit I left behind, it'll be that one shop that never closes 'round near the inn. If they try an' get money outta ya jus' say no. Tell 'em I'll handle it.

[ somehow. he'll figure that out too. ]

Should get goin' though, I s'pose. Before it gets worse.

I'll get 'em for ya.

[ It's the least he could do. If they do ask for money, well...Ryouma's well-liked enough that he can probably talk them out of asking for anything. He has a talent for that.

Ryouma reaches for Izō's hand to pull him to his feet. He doesn't let go even after that, though. ]

C'mon, then...I'll see ya off.

[ He gently squeezes Izō's hand, trying to offer him some kind of reassurance. ]

[ he's so conflicted it's almost painful. or maybe it's just not helping to have that much emotional turmoil going on beneath the surface. his head hurts and the light feels like it's too bright and he recalls that this is the sort of feeling that had driven him out of whatever bar he'd started in the night before. it's cutting it close but he'd made it quite a ways the last time, so at least he doesn't have to rush immediately, he's sure. ]

Jus' until I figure shit out, yeah? So do what ya usually do.

[ the idea of ryouma sitting around here like he'd spent the previous night not even bothering to take proper care of himself is... a little worrying. but now things have been said so that should help. right? even if ryouma had been the only one to actually say anything...

it's even harder to let go once they're outside. he knows he needs to and knows that stalling even for a minute longer just puts ryouma in more danger, which is the only reason he manages it and starts backing away. he wants to do anything else — hug him, kiss him, anything else — but he's afraid if he does it then he's really not going to be able to keep going. ]

Quit worryin' 'bout me. I got it.

[ he tries to sound confident about it, but it's debatable how successful he actually is. ]

[ Ryouma, too, wants to hug or kiss him once more, but he holds back. It should be Izō's choice if he wants that. He stays back in front of the detective agency and gives a wave instead along with a weak smile. It's so hard to keep a strong face despite how much his chest aches. That pain is also why he doesn't say anything in response; he can only give a nod that's far more confident than he actually feels.

He stays where he's standing until well after Izō has disappeared from sight. His legs feel like they're rooted to the spot, almost like moving would be betraying Izō. Ryouma takes a deep breath, bows his head, and goes inside.

It's quiet and empty. He's alone for the first time in ages and it hurts. All he can do is work himself until he's too exhausted to feel anything. There's cases to work on that have piled up over the month and now he has nothing to distract him.

Nothing.

Without Oryou here, he's painfully aware of how alone he really is. Izō's presence kept him from dwelling on it for too long. It's not like Izō is a replacement for her, either. His life as a Servant feels so incomplete without the two of them by his side.

Since there's nothing else to distract him from his work and he's going to be awake until the middle of the night, Ryouma sits down at his desk. He grabs a folder from the pile and opens it before pulling a pen out of a frog-shaped vessel.

It isn't until he sees wetness on the papers in front of him that he realizes he's crying. He's tried so hard to keep it together, but it's impossible now that he's alone. Who does he have to stay strong for now?

No one.

He eventually gets some work done once he stops crying and continues to work until he falls asleep at his desk. At some point, his phone rings and he answers it in a daze -- a client asking for an update. Thankfully, it was the case he'd just been working on so he didn't have to explain why nothing got done on it. He hangs up, wipes his face with his hands, and pushes himself out of his seat.

Out into the world he goes. His usual routine distracts from how empty his home is now. He does his round as always before returning to the detective agency. Out of habit and instinct, he calls out "Tadaima"...and the pain of loneliness strikes him again when there's nothing but silence.

Izō will return. He said he would and he's nothing if not a man of his word. He will return some day...

Let it be soon.

The days stretch on and Ryouma stretches himself thinner and thinner. His irregular hours become more irregular. His routine stays the same, however, even if he's lost track of how many days it's even been. Maybe almost a week, at this point...

Exhausted and overworked, he returns home once again, a sack of groceries in one arm. He hangs up his hat on a coat rack and slips out of his jacket and shoes before shutting the door after him. ]

Tadaima! [ He calls to no one, just as he has for almost a week, as if maybe someone will answer. ]

[ it's not been an easy time living rough as a dog. especially a little dog. it's not something izō would have chosen for himself if he'd felt like he had a better choice.

izō knows more now than he did when he started — enough to change his mind — but he's not proud of how long it took him to get there. or how he chickened out on the very first opportunities to go back. ryouma probably won't even be angry with him, which is what he feels he deserves, but staying out in the forest as an ongoing form of self-punishment doesn't only affect him.

and if he's really being honest, he's missed ryouma terribly.

instead of showing up like a normal person, izō waits until ryouma leaves to sneak in. at least he can clean up a little, so it's not so obvious he's been living in the woods for so long. oh, and put some clothes on again. he's had entirely too many encounters with people naked lately, and this is no time for a repeat.

when he's marginally more presentable than when he arrived, there's nothing left to do but wait. even if his body might want him to find something to eat or sleep in a proper bed sooner rather than later, he ignores it. both of those things will be there when he's ready.

it's a bit of a surprise to hear ryouma call out when he gets in. did he already know izō is here? or... well, it doesn't really matter, does it? he doesn't know ryouma's done it every time for as long as he's been away, but whether it's the first time or the hundreth time, someone finally answers. ]

Okaeri...

[ an awkward, almost nervous voice, but an answer nonetheless. ]

[ If Izō had gone into his bedroom in the time Ryouma was out, he would have found that Ryouma had retrieved his clothes and swords from the store. They'd been cleaned and laid out, as if that waiting for Izō to return.

But nevermind that right now. Ryouma freezes when he hears Izō's voice -- he must have finally gone insane from the loneliness. It's only when he turns to face Izō that he realizes no, he is not crazy, and he it was Izō's voice he heard call to him.

He can only stare as his heart pounds in his chest. ]

I-Izō?!

[ The sack of groceries falls to the floor as he rushes over without thinking to hug Izō tightly. He'd come back, just as he said he would. Ryouma never doubted he would, it was just a matter of when.

He pulls back after a moment to look Izō in the face, smiling brightly, even as tears threaten to spill from his eyes. At this distance, it's easy to see how rough Ryouma looks, dark circles under his eyes and generally looking less put together than usual.

It doesn't matter now, though. ]

You're safe... [ A gentle kiss. ] I'm so glad...

[ ah... he really put ryouma through a lot, didn't he? izō can see it on his face, and it only intensifies the guilt he already feels, but it's not like running away from it again is an option. ]

Mm. It's me.

[ well. fuck it. it's been nearly a week, and everything has felt bad, and seeing ryouma smile like that is one of the few things that have felt good and izō can't resist kissing him again, though not so gently. it's just like ryouma had said before, more of his action rather than struggling to say it, and for the moment, that's just fine. it beats the poor apology he might've attempted to offer and the things he would struggle to say because he doesn't know how to yet. ]

Know I'm late an' all...

[ There's so much that could be said right now, but why bother? Izō is here and...well, what's there to do but make up for lost time?

Ryouma kisses him again, almost desperate now. Maybe he should have some restraint, but the time for restraint is gone. He pulls Izō closer and lets his hands roam over his back and side. Izō is here and in his reach...

Ryouma pulls back after a moment to breathe, looking a little ashamed with a flushed face. ]

...Sorry. [ For what just happened. ] Ya must be exhausted, huh?

[ oh, fuck restraint. izō has just spent too much time against his will practising restraint. it took everything to stay away from where he would much rather be, especially when things were at their worst. he remembered a lot more when he went through it sober.

the enthusiasm is appreciated. ]

What for? [ and he frowns because he knows he has no business pointing out what he's going to point out, but does it anyway. ] I could say the same. Toldja not t' worry...

Kissin' ya like that.

[ Not that Izō seemed to mind.

Ryouma takes a moment to collect himself, but doesn't let go of Izō still. It's too much not to touch him like this. ]

It was hard not to worry...Not when everythin' was so uncertain, ya know? I knew ya'd come back, but... [ Don't dwell. He smiles again. ] Nevermind 'bout that. How 'bout we go lay down for a li'l while?

[ This time, though, it's not just to rest. There's a strong physical desire now to show Izō just how much he meant to him, the same one he'd had before Izō left. Now there's no reason not to act on it, though.

Fuck restraint, indeed. ]

[ izō makes a face, actually managing to look amused for once. it's nice to be back, even if they're only still just standing here. nice to be home, if he cautiously allows himself to think it. ]

Stupid t' apologise for somethin' I wantcha t' keep doin'.

[ he also supposes the upside to having some things out on the table now is that he no longer has to be subtle. ~~if he could even be considered as having been subtle before...~~ ]

Go put yer shit away first. [ referring to whatever ryouma had dropped when he'd come in. ] Might be a while an' all.

[ His honesty is refreshing, even if it does make Ryouma blush a bit. He laughs, bright and free, them gives a nod. ]

Right...Ya almost made me forget what I was doin', showin' up like that. [ It's not a serious admonishment. Ryouma reluctantly backs away from Izō to pick up the sack of groceries from the floor. At least nothing fragile was in it. ] Go on upstairs an' I'll be along in a minute.

Well, y'know. Gotta make an entrance.

[ pretend like how he'd shown up was a lot more cool and confident than it had been. ]

I'm goin'...

[ he leaves ryouma to finish what he's doing and heads on upstairs. izō had intended to simply get undressed and get into bed but decides to be especially annoying about it instead — which is to say he leaves a trail of shed clothing behind on the way to ryouma's bedroom before he crawls in under the covers of the bed because it's cold being naked and alone. ]

[ Once he's done, he goes upstairs, nearly slipping on a piece of clothing Izō left behind. He may have been mildly annoyed in any other situation, but this one is quite different. At least he knows what awaits him when he gets to his room.

By the time he opens the door, his shirt is open and untucked and his belt undone. Ryouma smiles, something seductive about it as he slips his shirt off his shoulders and tosses it aside. He's too impatient to fully undress, crawling under the covers with his underwear still on.

Close enough. ]

Hope I didn't keep ya waitin' long...

[ Izō doesn't have to wait any longer; as Ryouma settles alongside him, he already has his hands all over Izō. He's been thinking about this all week in his lonelier moments. Now is the time to get what he's been longing for. ]

[ izō had had a lot to consider himself; what else is there to think about when you're huddled inside a tree stump trying not to freeze to death or suffocate because you got snowed in? things he'd wish he'd done instead of sleeping no matter how tired he'd been at the time. regrets that he hadn't given in to the urge to climb into ryouma's bed sooner before any of this had happened. you know... just for fun. so many regrets. at the height of his uncertainty about whether or not he'd ever be able to go back, izō had plenty, so at least for the moment, he's had a valuable lesson about not squandering these opportunities when he has them ~~although it's debatable if he'll always remember that onward into the future.~~ ]

Nah. Figured it'd be fair even if y' did anyway...

[ other than an urgent desire for physical contact, izō doesn't have any particular thoughts or plans at the moment. ryouma confessing what he had doesn't necessarily mean anything will change. if anything, it all might potentially be more intense, right? rushed. urgent. needy. why is ryouma still wearing underwear when that just adds a step? he's never approached this with the sort of emotional attachments present that he's aware of now and it shows. ]

[ Perhaps Ryouma just wanted to provide an obstacle for Izō and a lesson in delayed gratification by leaving his underwear on.

Words feel meaningless in the moment. He kisses Izō now as he traces the lines of his muscle. There's almost something reverent in the way Ryouma touches him. He breaks the kiss to trail more down to his throat, where he makes his first mark. ]

I wanted t' do this before ya left. [ Another bite to Izō's shoulder now. ] Show ya how I felt instead'a jus' sayin' it...

[ his breathing quickens as the touches and the kiss gets his pulse racing as well, sighing out little, contented sounds in response to the attention. with how he's already squirming a little in anticipation, he probably hasn't even considered the idea of delayed gratification. ]

Worth waitin' for though. Ain't gotta worry 'bout nothin' now...

[ it's better this way. now izō doesn't have to spare a thought for what might happen if he just lets himself enjoy it or if he gets too worked up because he doesn't have to wonder if he might lose control. it all comes back to that because no amount of pleasure he could get out of this would be worth the risk of putting ryouma in danger. ]

...An' y' did that in other ways anyway, didn'tcha?

[ he says so quietly, blushing and looking aside. silly, perhaps, to feel especially shy right now, but that's always going to be the case whenever he acknowledges something like that directly. it's entirely too new to not feel that way. ]

Exactly why I waited...Gonna take my time today.

[ As for the second comment, it gives him pause. Izō saying that out loud and without fussing or being coerced is certainly something. Ryouma stops for a moment, looking up with an ever so slightly dumbfounded expression. That wrinkly fades into a warm smile as a blush creeps across his cheeks. ]

...So ya noticed, huh?

[ He keeps his mouth occupied with one of Izō's nipples as he gently rolls the other between his thumb and forefinger. Part of him hopes Izō's attempt to respond will be completely stopped by one of those cute noises he makes...

Ryouma is a menace. ]

[ ryouma can probably feel how that pause gives izō a moment of actual concern. had he said the wrong thing? maybe he shouldn't have assumed. it's not like he assumed anything bad...

ryouma had better buckle in for the long haul with izō trying to sort through this. it's two steps forward and one-and-a-half steps back. he imagined ryouma's particular level of care after what izō put him through was intended to be a gesture, even if it wasn't a specifically deliberate one. he doesn't doubt that ryouma would make sure that his actions matched his words, but just because ryouma had said it and acted on it doesn't mean it's guaranteed. he doesn't know how any of this works, so he defaults to what he does know — everything is conditional.

he meets ryouma's look with a somewhat anxious one of his own that soon becomes embarrassed when ryouma smiles. his mistake is taking his eyes off of ryouma again — because he turns his face away with a huff like it might make his blush less noticeable — and that's how he's caught off his guard. whatever he was starting to say, he's cut off by the surprised sound ryouma draws out of him. he clamps a hand over his mouth and glares down at ryouma. it's his fault, of course. not that he's actually mad, but this is how he compensates for that laughable noise he just made. ]

[ There's it is. He can't help the contented look as he moves onto Izō's other nipple. Teeth sink into the flesh around it, another mark left in Ryouma's wake. He continues down Izō’s body, lavishing attention over his stomach, down to the curve of his hip where he bites again.

Little darks marks form a constellation of sorts down his body, continuing to his thighs. Ryouma has the courtesy to start stroking Izō’s cock as he busies himself marking up his inner thighs. Slow, practiced, and loving, all of this is to make Izō feel adored. It's all just an expression of Ryouma’s love for him. ]

[ izō keeps his hand right where it is because that seems like a good idea with how ryouma keeps working his way lower. it's not like it's going to get any easier and as it turns out, it's a good idea judging by the sounds izō manages to muffle behind it. he may not need to hide them, but that sort of self-conscious feeling isn't easy to shake even now. ~~congratulations, ryouma, you earned them.~~ ]

Really... takin' yer damn time, huh...

[ truly a complaint just for the sake of complaining. it's not like he's not enjoying this. but he is impatient and he hasn't figured out the real purpose of this yet. all he knows is that ryouma has moved down out of easy reach where he is right now and he wants to touch... among other things. ]

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