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Van Zieks Fall Log

Who: Baz and YOU
What: Memshares and potentially other Fall Events
When: Fall??
Where: The resort and Elsewhere potentially
Warnings: Death mentions in mems

MEMSHARES
[Pick one of the below options or ask me to pick one I think is best, and also say if you want to simply be audience to it or participate CYOA style.

1. Klint Returns Home After Study Abroad (age 10, Pleasant)
2. Meeting Albert, a close friend (age 19, Pleasant/Awkward)
3. Receiving his prosecutor's license (age 23, Pleasant/Anxious)
4. Learning of Klint's murder (age 23, Grief)
5. Being protected from attackers by Genshin (age 23, Tense/Awed)
6. Trial of the Professor (age 23, Despair/Betrayal/Anger)
7. The burden of the Reaper (age 29, Depression)
8. Defense attorney Ryuunosuke Naruhodo (age 33, Resentment/Admiration/Respect)
9. Barok van Zieks goes to Jail (age 33, Resignation/Guilt)
10. The true identities of the Professor and the Reaper (age 33, Confusion/Betrayal/Anger/Grief)
11. A secret eleventh option.]

PIRATES!
[When the pirates start menacing the island, of course Baz is leaping into action. He helps fight some of them out of the main city, surely along with many others.

However, that means he's in not the best state to defend himself when he returns home to his farm. It's a much smaller contingent of pirates looking to pilfer some of his stored crops, and he almost would give up and let them, except one of them is sizing up Adelheid, and that is unacceptable. However, he's not doing super well taking all of them all on at once! Help?]

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[Backed into a corner with attackers all around, thinking for a moment that maybe this is it, this is his parting moments, only for a hero to sweep in and make short work of the aggressors it's... it's oddly familiar. It reminds him of an old crush, one that was never anything that could become serious, but still burned deep and painful in his chest at the percieved betrayal later, hot enough to nurse a grudge for a decade.

But this time it's not like that. It's not simply a man whose back he's staring at, someone who should have been more an idol or mentor if not for his inappropriate feelings. This time it's Kaspar, who is so much more immediate, so much more real and nuanced and attainable, despite the fact that he feels like he shouldn't be the last one.

Especially not after this, seeing Kaspar who is usually so passive in action like this. Even though he feels like maybe some part of him regretted learning to be like this, after having seen the scared child he'd once been. He feels guilty being attracted to it, a little. But well, what can you do.]

Kaspar.
[Half breathless. He wants to turn around and kiss him right now but there are still pirates, rudely.]

I have your back.

[ Kaspar's voice is grateful, but also uncharacteristically firm. The words are immediate without taking his attention from their enemies. It fills the brief lull in action that he caused. The first pirate cradles his hand while others pull the man with a bloodied mouth up. ]

I know.

[ One of them draws a pistol from his belt and Kaspar clicks his tongue, which is enough to send his own bullet flying toward it. Reinforced with his blood and metals mined from the depths, it slices right through the weapon. The effort to stop the bullet in the air with a closed fist has his brow sweat, his whole body tensing from the use of his light.

It still grazes the man, knocking him onto his backside to nurse his bloodied hand. But he is notably alive, when Kaspar recalls the bullet back to his gloved hand. His next words are louder, effortlessly commanding now that he's shown what he can do. Even if some can't see his face, the threat is woven in. ]

Surrender.

[The pirates hesitate, before exchanging a few terse words and furtive glances, before clearly deciding this is all more trouble than it's worth, and turning on their heels to run away, back in the direction of the shore where they docked, throwing a few choice curses back at Kaspar and van Zieks if only for the sake of their pride.

van Zieks remains unmoving for a long pause after they'd already retreated out of view, paranoid as he is that it could be a trick. But after his pessimistic brain is satisfied, all he can think about is kissing Kaspar, so even though things have been... a little complicated as of late, he allows himself the impulse of tugging Kaspar around to face him before pulling him in for a kiss.]

[ Kaspar can't help the unfettered heat he brings into their kiss, teeth grazing lips, as the adrenaline still courses through him. His hand releases his dagger, letting it find its way home while his hands seek the other man's hips; an anchor to slide back only to tug him flush against Kaspar's still overly warm body. ]

[It just further leads into Baz's irrational narrative of Kaspar being an angel, or the sun or a star or just something ineffable and beautiful that really he has no right to tough but he wants to anyway, and clearly so does Kaspar so why not???

He just sinks into the warmth of the moment, the closeness and the feeling of being able to fully relax in the presence of the other man. But eventually he breaks away;]

How did you know to come here?
[The timing was pretty impeccable.]

[ He lets Bar break their lips, but he seems intent to maintain some contact. As if worried he might slip away through his fingers. ]

They raided us, and...

[ He answers, voice thicker and volume still level until he trails off. They dont live that far apart. Kaspar doesn't actually know the term pirate, but it hardly matters in the moment. When he is realizing just how much he missed him. He knew he missed the touching and kissing, but just hearing his voice and knowing he is alive has Kaspar squeezing him tight. He might use a little more strength than usual.

Now that the immediate danger is gone, it is easier to notice his unstyled hair with pieces of red fallen leaves caught up in blond locks. And his uniform is incomplete. ]

[Well then, it's time for van Zieks to reverse the common activity of Kaspar fussing with his hair to turn his own attention to neatening it up and removing the leaf detritus.]

I trust both you and Trahearne survived without major injury? I know you are... far stronger than you look, but I still...

[Is thinking about it.]

I know you do not enjoy fighting but you are a sight to behold.

[ Kaspar lets himself be taken care of for once. The movements of his hands become less appreciative and more searching for injuries cautiously over Bar's clothes.

He offers up a small smile, a briefer press of lips before he nods. And he sounds pleased. ]

There were no deaths.

[ Though the future use of some pirate hands is in question. Moving on perhaps too casually, grip on him threatening to carry him inside-- ]

Are you hungry?

[He won't find any major open wounds, just a few nicks, though there are multiple areas that are going to bruise nastily later, and touching those spots might elicit a clearly restrained wince from van Zieks. He is tough and can handle so much do not worry!!!! But definitely carry him though.]

I... a bit, actually, but you needn't trouble yourself further after all that.

[ Kaspar hums for a beat. But this has been trying enough and he still has all of this excess energy now. So, he ultimately ignores those words in favor of lifting him up to carry him inside. ]

So am I.

[ Is what he offers Baz's ego. Kaspar will only stop if Baz needs to get the door. Who locks the door running after pirates though??? ]

[IS LIFTED???? He knew, objectively, that Kaspar was stronger than he looked, and vaguely that he was stronger than like. Is normal for non-magical people. But to actually have it demonstrated like this???

Well, suffice to say his face is turning an interesting shade of red. He has been swept off his feet both figuratively and literally. Luckily the door is open, since Baz would probably fumble the key is he had to open it right now, anyway.]

You-that is, Then I should-
[??????? HE'S SHORT CIRCUITING.]

[ Kaspar manages to close the door behind them with one foot, careful about knocking heads on door frames for once. It is far easier around here than back home.

Ah, there is that shade of red. Adorable, really, but all his body remembers is that last time Bar had wanted kisses but had not asked for them. He knows this expression now, and Kaspar does not shy from it. Not now, with the phantom of adrenaline and the unexpected aversion to wanting to let go of him just yet. He should treat those scratches and make them lunch. But Bar's short circuit only drifts his imagination further from the kitchen. A shower then. Or a bath.

Past the doorway, Kaspar can't quite help turning to press Bar's back gently to its grain. Pointedly, he does not let it take any more of the other's weight than the position necessitates.

His lips follow, seeking Bar's. There is still an edge, the lingering heat from before, but the pressure is soft and slow. A bold attempt at comfort for a man whose arms and hands are fully occupied, thumbs rubbing idly; whose eyes fall half lidded as he leans up, in, and shifts to let Bar sink lower, closer.

His whisper, the brush of lips, is as wholly sincere as the warm amusement behind them. ]

It is, just us.

[If van Zieks had ever seen movies he would be very impressed at this just like in movies maneuver. That said, right now he's just being overwhelmed by how cool and alluring and strong Kaspar is right now?? What does he even bring to the table here if Kaspar is both the soft and kind one and the strong and protective one???

He can only give Anxiety Baz a cursory awareness at the moment though, because right now he is outrageously seduced and Kaspar seems to be intent on spoiling him with his undivided and enthusiastic attention. Maybe it's the leftover adrenaline controlling his behavior too. Maybe it's just how he's been worn thin by his self-inflicted emotional torment. Maybe even without either of those factors, he would have still done this;]

I... In that case, you can do whatever you would like with me. I trust you, implicitly.
[Maybe not a very sexy thing to say, but for Barok van Zieks, who's been in his mind betrayed by almost everyone he's ever held dear... It means something.]

[ Trust. It pours heat into veins. One leg shifts as he tugs Bar down again, lips descending for once. Seeking connection again, slow as the increasing pressure of his weight. He throws all of his strength into pinning Bar carefully between the door, a thigh, and the arm sliding its way carefully around his waist. The hand attached to it drifts past, tracing the curve as Kaspar moves to support him ("innocently") by his ass. Of course, if Bar would like to make this easier by wrapping his legs around Kaspar's tapered waist, there is no protest. But Kaspar has him either way.

Kaspar's other freed hand moves to cradle Bar's head from the hard surface behind it. His warm fingers, though gentle and protective, are firm. They curl in to ruin what he most often fusses over, as Kaspar opens his mouth against his, no ounce of shame over licking inside like he plans to spend the whole day dismantling every sweet spot on a whim. Every moment Bar had left him wanting unloads into this moment for him. All the while, his half lidded eyes never close. ]

[Baz makes a little surprised noise at the Ass Contact, but doesn't protest. He did just say Kaspar could do what he wanted, after all. It takes him a moment to formulate the idea, but he does take the suggestion, partly because he wants to again be impressed by how strong Kaspar is.

As much as he's held back, he hasn't wanted to. So he's giving in just as freely, searching for Kaspar's tongue with his own, and his hands are free to start fiddling with the button's of Kaspar's shirt as well as his own. Because as much as he's giving into the moment there's no justification to ruin clothing!!!]

[ An amused sound, lower than his usual hum is shared freely between their mouths at the feel of Bar's legs, thighs, and the fingers dancing over buttons. He pushes against them, encouragingly, like the mouth caught between Kaspar's and the fingers curling into his hair. He isn't wearing anything beneath his shirt today in his rush. Well rounded pecs, down to a stomach muscled from years of training and a workout routine he kept up even here on the island. Farmwork has only been kind to him too. Though in the wake of the auction, Bar may have noticed his early runs hadn't taken him past the Baz farm any longer.

The hand on Bar's ass rests there for a moment, as if simply enjoying the feel of him in his palm. Even when he tightens his grip just enough to feel its give, there is a firm gentleness to it. Having viewed it clothed so often, his blind hold on him feels far too natural for a first meeting.

But he does not want to take him here in the doorway, as tempting as the urge is. Another, stronger whim, spurred by the bead of sweat rolling down his back, has Kaspar pulling back from his mouth after what feels like hours. Lips wetted, head tilted, and expression far too content, Kaspar lets their cheeks brush when he leans back in as if to whisper. But all that comes is a kiss to its shell just before he nips it lightly and shifts to take Bar's full weight from the door again. Back into his arms, this time with both legs wrapped his waist and both hands reaching for where thighs end and backside begins.

Good thing he knows where the bathroom is. How strong it their sink? If there is a counter, then prepare to be set upon it with lips chasing more kisses like even that break from it was too long. ]

[Just given Baz's size I can't imagine any sink capable of holding him under any strain of horseplay, so yeah lets say there's a counter for him. For half a second he's slightly miffed at the improper use of the countertop, but then it'd hard to stay with that emotion when Kaspar is kissing him so insistently and desperately. Keyed up as he now is, every moment of hot breath and unexpected warmth from Kaspar's lips makes Baz shudder and gasp. Party of him is ashamed, to be so undone by the simplest of attentions, and from another man no less. He doesn't actively care the least bit about his social status, but years of being taught how to maintain it have him worrying over it instinctively, the threat of being caught out and ruined for it.

Another part of him is almost excited by that worry. The part that had always hated the strict rules of high society, knowing that he could never truly fit within them and be happy. The part that had relished in his line of work for how it allowed him to fight back against those comfortable in it. The part that had fought through his worry and taken him to the particular sort of gentlemen's clubs that had been furtively recommended to him.]

H-here I'd been worried about you not being assertive enough.
[A breathless but not dispassionate laugh on the end of these hoarse words spoken between kisses. He's doing his best to completely remove both of their shirts before he can start the much more mentally daunting task of belts.]

[ There is a thrill for Kaspar too, of being caught, undeniably lingering after so many years of being careful. It's become the lowest pitch in the steady beat of his own song, a small piece of the drive in his self assuredness. Bar is here, tangible, and the consequences are a world away. Kaspar will perhaps never stray from claiming every moment as it happens, the lingering scars in the imaginations of the long repressed. He swallows every gasp, absorbs every encouraging shudder.

Kaspar's eyes level on Bar at the words, deft hands joining his to smooth the process of blindly removing their shirts. They're steady and warm, like the painfully slower, open mouthed kisses he starts to press into him on the heel of Bar's sentence. One hand sinks lower, to graze fingertips up a clothed thigh. He'll gladly assist with belts too, gracefully and purposefully going too light between his legs with stray grazes. His mouth curves playfully upward before he reaches to tug Bar's hips close. Then they go for Bar's hands, whether they have the belts completed or not. With some strength behind the hold, Kaspar moves to pin his hands beside his head with fingers curling into his.

Despite the grip and their position, his eyes never lose their reverance for Bar. They're almost too gentle when he presses their foreheads together; kindness mingling with heat and hunger. His belated response is low, yet amused. As it is just them. ]

I'd wondered, if you'd be intimidated.

[ Spoken with the roll of his hips forward. Back to stripping and kissing and leaning to turn on the water no matter what the bath or shower situation is like in here. ]

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