Van Zieks Fall Log

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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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[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.]

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[ 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. ]