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jan event.
summer has arrived
As the last of the sakura blossoms fall away and the leaves on the trees grow into ever more vibrant greens, the familiar buzz of cicadas begins to echo all throughout the isle. Summer is quickly approaching and bringing brighter days and blazing temperatures along with it.
Summer also signals the start of the wine production season. Grapes growing on trellises are a common sight on Crescentview during the summer and a notice on the town memo board from the local barkeep encourages farmers to consider growing some varietal grapes of their own.
Temperatures are rising, so put on a comfortable pair of shorts and head to the Town Plaza to see what’s cooking! While you’re at it, take a look at the calendar for Summer 1st through 15th.
This season’s crops are corn, onion, pumpkin, watermelon, and pineapple. Summer’s seasonal flowers are poppy, rose, sunflower, lily, and hydrangea. As for mushrooms, shimeji, trumpet, and common brown spores are available for the summer.
hot! ...or not
Posted prominently at the top of the Memo Board is a cartoonishly-written advertisement for the first annual Hot or Not hosted by the Goddess herself. Contestants will take to the stage while the audience votes on whether they are as hot as the blazing sun or cooler than a dead fish. Leave your egos at the door! ICly, this event takes place on Summer 8th.
task board
The task board is located in Town Square and changes from season to season. In real time, a season is one month long. The following tasks are available from January 1st to February 1st and more tasks may be added mid-month.
Certain rewards are only available through event participation, so please keep this in mind when planning your threads. Multiple tasks may be completed within a single thread, but when turning in, please link to the individual tags in which each task was completed.
Finally, rewards are per character, not per farm, so those with housemates may want to coordinate with one another with regard to what animals you’re bringing home to your farm.
This month’s tasks are centered around getting to know your fellow neighbors on a deeper level. As such, the Goddess has put together a small human scavenger hunt to encourage people to learn more about the people they are living with — and hopefully falling in love with.
Find someone who...
1. Was born in the summer
2. Pours milk into their bowl before the cereal
3. Plays a musical instrument
4. Has more than 3 siblings
5. Works out 5 times a week or more
6. Doesn’t like animals
7. Would like to date the Harvest Goddess
8. Has traveled around the world
9. Speaks two or more languages
10. Is wearing socks that aren’t black or white
Each submission will earn you two random bags of summer seeds. Specify whether you want crop, flower, or mushroom spores in your submission. This task can be completed a total of 10 times.
Many ingredients used in wine production grow in the summer, but so do a variety of tea plants and grains. Grapes, tea shrubs and grains like wheat and barley can all be grown on your farm or in your greenhouse, if you have one.
Complete the following tasks to earn yourself some nice beverage-producing crops for the farm:
1. Take something from last month’s harvest and gift it to a neighbor. You can give it to them directly, cook it into a meal, etc. Alternatively, craft them a bouquet, flower crown, or another gift from the flowers you grew last season. Complete 3 times for a total of 6 grape starters.
2. Share a piece of hot gossip with a neighbor or exchange secrets with them. It doesn’t have to be your secret! Complete 3 times for a total of 6 tea starters.
3. Exercise with someone. Go on a run, swim in the ocean, help them stretch out! Complete 3 times for a total of 6 grain crops. You may choose from wheat, barley, rye, or rice.
Summer is the perfect time to hang out on the beach and splash around in the ocean. Participate in some summer fun at the beach and earn more animals for your barn and coop.
1. Swim in the ocean, build a sandcastle, or bury someone in the sand. Do any of the following for one of the following animals: cow, sheep, alpaca, or goat. This task can be completed once.
2. Participate in Hot or Not. It’s an annual tradition! Submit yourself or comment on someone else for a single chicken or rabbit. This task can be completed once.
local happenings
The Crescentview Times newspaper has chronicled the latest happenings around the island. A physical copy of the paper will arrive on your doorstep early in the morning on Summer 1st.
Recently, a group of townspeople have taken it upon themselves to check out the abandoned mine. They’ve made good headway on opening up the path in the hopes that would-be explorers will be able to take to the mines and find some of Crescentview’s fabled gems and minerals buried in its depths. They expect to be done by Summer 15th.
A strange “gurgling whisper” has been reported by some concerned townsfolk living in the mountains. The concerning sounds are coming from one of the lakes at the foot of the mountain. Supposedly, the voice is asking for offerings of... something. The townsfolk have yet to identify what exactly is being asked for.
A hurricane has been brewing off the southern coast of Crescentview. Meteorologists have yet to determine whether the hurricane will make landfall or not, so stay tuned for more updates.
mod notes
⬥ Welcome to our second event! We want to thank you all for participating in our game and contributing your efforts to it. Thank you for playing!
⬥ A second event post will go up in mid-Jan.
⬥ Please plot over at the Jan Plotting Post.
⬥ As a reminder, please keep all plotting on the OOC post as not everyone has Discord or Plurk.
⬥ Please submit your completed tasks at the top-level below.
⬥ Have fun!
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Certainly not. That they haven't a corpse at hand to drag onto stage is telling. ( Heheh. ) The makeup they've done is a little amateurish - done by a careful hand, but not a mind familiar with core. It reminds me of some certain new recruits, putting together their first disguises with a bit of dirt and some stolen rouge...
You made your fair share of mistakes, too, when you first began.
( Aha, a bit of a haunting at the end, and a cliffhanger. Well, Mishka seems thoroughly entertained, if anything. )
Another, then?
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I was not that bad. [ He insists. Others were worse! ] And you could hardly expect me to be a bloody expert, since makeup was the least of my priorities.
[ He had enough worries with food and coin, he hardly cared much for his appearance back then. A high contrast compared to now. ]
I suppose we're going to get nowhere with just one.
[ It's too easy to pick apart the obviously fake murder, even on a screen. When you've seen one person get their arms cut off or guts ripped out, you've seen them all. It takes a moment after he gets up for him to remember how to take the disc out, before he manages to slip it back into it's case and pick up another. He's not too sure what a 'chainsaw' is, but there's a first time for everything!
He only slightly refills his glass, compares to how much the other seems to be guzzling down. There's a mild side-eye as the screen turns to the orange tint of sunset. ]
If you drink all of that, you'll be buying me another bottle.
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( He says with some amusement, as if it were a funny hazing ritual, and not people dying and the Syndicate exacting the cost of their failure on their loved ones or neighbors.
He drinks slow as the title swoops in, raising an eyebrow - a "massacre" certainly sounds promising. His head resting back against the couch, he turns it toward Adelis, half grinning. )
Hmmm... Perhaps I can pay you back some other way?
( Joking... Unless? Well, they're here for that, anyway, )
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[ You could drown a man with how thick that sarcasm is. That being said, he doesn't take it too seriously in the same vein- after all, if he fucked up, there'd be nobody to extract anything on. No friends, no family, no loved ones.
These weird metal carriages or whatever they are seem obnoxiously loud, and just as prone to breaking down as wooden ones, apparently. Why there's so many of them in these silly movies is a question he doesn't feel like finding the answer to.
Amidst the soft noise of arguing, he turns his head to stare blankly at the other, returning the grin with a distinctly unimpressed gaze. He's going to ignore the subtle flirting, and whatever it made him feel for a split second in favor of thinking how cringe it is. ]
...Do you really think your technique is worth that much.
[ Do you think whiskey is cheap. ]
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( A little cold? Maybe. But Adelis could take it.
The cars, while curious, hold his attention a little less than Adelis's deadpan reaction. If anything, he was fishing for a no. Thank god he finally found one - anchors him a little bit after a weird series of agreements.
In any case, he laughs. )
How cruel. Then how about this: how much whiskey would you sell me for?
( Literally sell, before Adelis says anything. Parents sell their kids off for beer money all the time, so, you know. )
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[ Yeah, right. Cold it may be, but it's not any different from their usual banter- and he already knows the truth of it. Investments are something they share priority in.
Mishka's laugh resonates with the creaking of feet on wooden boards, and he flits his gaze back if only to scrutinize. Really, who wanders in random houses in the middle of nowhere, even if they are looking for help...it looks to be in the same shoddy shape as most Osoyan homes.
Well, he doesn't have time to dwell on it for long. ]
Highly depends on your attitude. I'd be inclined to sell you for less on a bad day.
[ Unabashed. He takes another sip. ]
Four bottles, perhaps. Only if it was good, however- your head could likely fetch me better.
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( Four bottles is surprisingly high to hold out for when Adelis could easily (hypothetically) sell him for a bottle, or less if he was feeling especially prickly.
The brutal sounds of a slow parade of slaughter is enough to borrow his attention back to the screen, though the theatrics of the deaths aren't super impressive. )
While I might agree my head would certainly go for more, I'm afraid the Syndicate would come to collect any wages you might gather off my sale.
( The way he speaks of it in the present tense is, perhaps, telling - as if, even here, he's still in their possession. )
But, knowing you, you would find some way to make off with the money regardless.
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[ He's not going to bring up the last time he saw him, it was to chuck his dream-self down a belltower- he knew better than to think that would kill him of all people.
The dramatics are just as bad as the last time, but at least the murder methods seem to be kicking it up a notch. So that's what a chainsaw is...far too bulky and messy for his tastes, though.
His gaze flickers at that, pausing mid-tip of his glass before he rolls his eyes. ]
I highly doubt any of them will be able to skulk around here. Our gracious host decides who stays or goes, and nobody's leaving 'till she gets what she wants.
[ Marriage...still seems rather far-fetched for a pair of seasoned killers, if you ask him. Still, can't complain if it means he won't be going home. ]
I'd hardly stick around long enough for them to catch me, anyway. [ A hand idly brushes his shoulder, skimming the sunburst-shaped scar beneath white cloth. Right...even death can't keep him down, apparently. ]
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Hmmm. Do you suppose she'd return us to where we came from, if we marry? Or, rather, let us stay?
( If only he had the words to describe the endless expanse of nothing. How it seemed to stretch timelessly on - so long it felt nearly as if he had floated in there longer than he had existed as himself; as Mishka.
How humbling it had been; how lonely; and without, in the end, any comforting release of death. Just indifferent quiet. )
... Does it still hurt?
( He doesn't look at Adelis when he asks, because he knows Adelis hates that sort of attention. But it's clear his attention remains on the scars he knows are below the fabric, and not the frenetic energy of the movie, the killers moving in quick motion. )
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Adelis mulls over the question for a minute, gaze slipping into the brown liquid in his cup. ]
I doubt she'd go through all the effort of making us do her dirty work just to throw us out. She doesn't seem to care much as long as we're do what we're told.
[ She speaks with a detachment, and yet a fondness for some. She's a tough one to read, but he hasn't spoken to her head-on himself. Not quite worth it. Perhaps if it comes down to it, though, he'll make the request himself.
Never again will he walk under the endless night, if he can help it. Here, he sleeps without waking to screams and howls in the night. That's good enough.
The thought lasts for all of a minute before his gaze snaps up, eyes narrowing slightly at the question- it's not the fact that Mishka isn't looking at him, considering his feelings, no. It's something else entirely. ]
Does what hurt.
[ Adelis has scars- Mishka knows that. But he hasn't divulged the nature of his previous quest in it's entirety, nor is he privy to the details of his death. So the question is, why is he asking about things he knows nothing of? ]
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Adelis had been one good thing, for instance, and look what Ostoya did to him. And even if Adelis had come out stronger for it - well. Their paths were fated to split eventually. Mishka could tell as much the moment he picked Adelis up, gnashy and irate as he was, like a feral, cornered beast.
These thoughts, too, are cut short by Adelis's characterstically curt response. He looks to Adelis. )
I've already apologized, haven't I? If I'd known such was his plan, I'd not...
( Mishka, his wit dulled by continuous drink, had mistaken Adelis's response as his usual, arbitrary defensiveness - but it seems halfway through his statement, uncannily honest for what it was, he realizes his error. Hm.
He sets down his glass for the moment. )
... You'd just been complaining of that reddish sunblight, hadn't you?
( Yes... Nice save... )
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Ostoya molded him and made him who he is. But his love for it is empty and hollow.
There's a grand escape on screen right now, voices in the background, but he's sufficiently distracted- Mishka rarely if ever cuts himself off, and even now, he squints at the lightest of flushes on the elder's face.
...Perhaps he's seeing things, in his suspicion and irritation. His glass sits on the table, abandoned. ]
And just why are you bringing up that conniving weasel right now, if you're so worried about my sunblight?
[ The faint sting is in the back of his head, because it's really seeming like Mishka knows something he shouldn't, and he's not entirely too sure how much he likes that knowledge. He leans in, for good measure. ]
If you're hiding something from me, I'll pry it out of you. Don't think for a damn second I won't.
[ Think of a better excuse, drunkie. ]
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Even if there were something in the drink, it wouldn't affect him - unless there's something in the ingredients that don't agree with him. Allergy? That seems almost silly. But it's not as if he could be drunk, could he?
He doesn't have the moment to ponder, though, because Adelis's suspicion is sharp and palpable, and Mishka would very much like to avoid the inevitable trajectory of this conversation. Adelis will refuse to believe he's better off not knowing.
A beat. )
... Then pry.
( He says, like a dare. The killers have converged, and the poor woman, the last one standing, it seems, makes her final stand - alas, her situation is nowhere near as dire as this, in Mishka's perspective.
He shifts closer - thigh to thigh, leaning in just that much nearer. )
But then I will begin to ask you why you agreed so readily to this whole affair. Was this really all just for a square, or is there something else you've wanted to tell me?
( Obviously, this was all just for a square. But asking this will piss Adelis off, and that's very much what he wants, right now - to keep him well and distracted. )
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Perhaps he may have told the other, if he had a chance, if only to hold the failed job above him- but he hasn't. And yet Mishka hints to an intimate knowledge of this job, the price he paid for failure.
...And even still, he dares him. Like he has no fear, like he is nothing to be afraid of.
He hates that. ]
You fucking insufferable-
[ And he should. Blade to skin, pry the truth out of him like one pries the tongue from a liar. It's the deflection, however, that gives Adelis pause, tensing for a brief moment as the other hovers over him. His thoughts come to an abrupt halt as it processes the question, and he nearly recoils. ]
What is that supposed to mean? [ He doesn't feel anything, not like he used to- and that was just a mistake of teenage depravity. He finds himself scrabbling for the answer he gave himself, very obviously thrown off-kilter. ] Who's the one who taught me to make use of every opportunity handed to me? Even beating it into my head, no less. And more than that-
[ He reaches up and tightly wraps a cold hand around Mishka's collar, ever the visage of his younger self, the gnashing of teeth and cut of his tongue. ]
You are the one who suggested it in the first place. Maybe I should be asking you that instead?
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If anything, Mishka seems that much more pleased when Adelis goes above and beyond what he expects in his rage. Drunk as he is, he doesn't recognize the smaller signs of Adelis's hesitation, and shock, only the result, and he finds himself relieved. Good, good; he would ride this wave - away from the things Adelis oughtn't know.
He had been sincere on that night he'd taken Adelis in, when he'd decided he would be responsible for this small spark of a boy. He would needle him, but he was his to raise up - as he sees fit. And this secret does not suit Adelis. )
Ah, but you would normally refuse me, wouldn't you? Say I noticed something strange about you, ( he smiles wide, even as Adelis's grip on his collar tightens, ) and I'd been testing you.
( His hand slips to Adelis's collar, then his neck, his fingers pressing in - his hold light, but intentional. He leans in that much nearer, his face close. )
Perhaps I'd been ordered to kill you, and I'd simply wondered if you recalled your tragic murder. You wouldn't sleep with your killer, would you?
( He laughs, alcohol tinging his breath. His grip grows tight - not at all playful. If Adelis suspects he knows something, he won't get away with pretending he knows nothing - so best to misdirect him as to what he knows entirely. )
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All thoughts of whatever he's being kept from knowing go out in the window in favor whatever this...argument? Confrontation? Is. That smile makes his chest twist in irritation and more, especially as fingers reach up and press against the cool of his neck.
He tenses- a natural reaction, warning signals going off in his head, but he doesn't move even as the fingers tighten. If anything, his own do in turn, the crackle of pink sparks around his hands warning enough. ]
Do you think, [ It's a hiss, eyes narrowing further. ] that I can't tell when you're full of shite?
[ Perhaps if he were younger, more naive, some part of him would have believed it. But putting the pieces together from before his descent and up to the retrieval of his body, it's such a crock of shit, he'd have thought Mishka had lost his mind. ]
If you were going to kill me, you'd have offered me some sad, pathetic excuse before you tried to put me to the blade. [ Out of obligation, perhaps- he would do it all with that smile on his face, too. ] Do you really think I'd forget something like that? I'd have taken my pound of flesh in turn, no matter the outcome.
[ Despite the grip on his neck, he still pushes himself up a bit farther, to diminish the height difference as he lets his nails scrape the other man's nape. ]
And the only strange one of us right now is you, you fucking drunkard.
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And yet Adelis pushes up closer, snapping at him in a familiar echo of some part of himself he never outgrew. Irritable, his face almost red in anger, his grip electric - dangerous. He knows the signs of coming danger, and he knows how palpable they are from Adelis. Neither of them would hesitate to strike the other.
Ah, he's grown up so well. For the strangest, briefest moment, his expression softens. )
... Perhaps you already have.
( He presses a thumb against the artery, and how it pulses beneath Adelis's cool skin. It would be so easy - it would be only one swift motion - to slit his throat, before Adelis could extract his knives. He had considered it often - killing Adelis, should he be ordered. He had pictured it tangibly in his mind and run himself through the motions.
He had been in opposition to Adelis some number of times, and each time he had considered - perhaps this time would be the last time, by his own hand.
But, in time, he had come to think he would find some way to avoid it. This was strange for him. He had known he cared for Adelis, yes, but he had never compromised his willingness to kill for another before then. )
But perhaps you ought listen when your elders suggest you overstep.
( Adelis must be right - he must be drunk, impossible as it is. This isn't like him.
Still, here he is, Adelis against him, the sounds of distant gore and triumph as the movie rolls into its end—
and he closes that small distance between them and kisses him; aggressively, and full of teeth. )
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But he learned, from the best. How to bottle it up when necessary, how to disarm with a smile and cut at the mind before the flesh. For the sake of his own survival. And yet, with a hand around his throat, he throws it all out the window.
Mishka could kill him at any time. He knows that, and has known it ever since he got picked off the street by the scruff- the softest press of a thumb to his pulse tells him that well enough. But he kept pushing, in an unrelenting effort to keep his individuality his own, like he pushes now. His brow furrows, bewildered by the softening of the other's face and his words, something confusing bubbling in the recesses of his chest.
Perhaps it was almost a sense of comfort. Ironic, to find it in someone who taught him how to kill and could have just disposed of him in turn. After all, he would never speak the way he does to anybody else in the Syndicate- he'd have have his tongue cut out, before all else.
The electric blue of his eyes peer straight into Mishka's face for a moment, still tentatively furious, before he dares to scoff. ]
And perhaps my elder should learn when to shut his mouth.
[ He doesn't really know what this is. It feels vicious and hostile, both hands inches away from being able to slit each other's throats, and yet it's not. They could, at any moment, straw steel...and yet they won't.
He didn't even realize how close he had leaned in when all the distance evaporates.
For a moment, he freezes. He wasn't sure where this was going, but it wasn't here- the other is so much warmer than he is, but it's the teeth sinking into his lips that drag him out of the stupor. The pain is mild, but it sparks his blood afresh, the taste of iron in his mouth pushing him further against the other man as he responds in kind.
The faint music playing over the roll of credits is merely a buzzing in his ears, hyperfocused on pressing his free hand flat against the other's chest to push him back somewhat, to make it easier to press himself into his lap. It's far more convenient, after all, to try and shove his tongue down his throat that way. If that's how Mishka wants to play it, then it's what he's going to get. ]
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Their intimacy was meant to be perfunctory, but this is nothing short of unabashedly passionate. He is frustrated with Adelis in some way he cannot articulate - frustrated that he does not wish to strike him down; frustrated that Adelis does not and cannot understand what's better for him; frustrated, in some way, knowing that he can act his mentor all he likes - but Adelis has long since outgrown him.
This is not new. Adelis struck out on his own path some time ago. But it is not easy, either. Adelis moves forward in ways he cannot - without him. There is envy. There is bitterness. And then, there is a vague sense of lonely.
There are so few things he can do for Adelis now. Adelis really ought shut up and let him do them.
He lets Adelis push him back against the plush arm of his nice couch, wrapping an arm around his waist - pushing up against his clothes, exposing Adelis's skin at the waist bare - to force him closer when he settles on his lap. Adelis's kiss is aggressive, and, almost competitive, Mishka's is equally so - he will cut his teeth on his lips and run his tongue along his mouth if he must to prove a sense of control from below him.
Worse, though, is his grip. He doesn't let go of Adelis's neck while he forces his kiss in return - strangely, he only grips harder in firm strangulation, Adelis's body locked into place. Not enough to kill him, certainly, but enough to be somewhere between alarming and, perhaps, just enough to force euphoria. )
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He could have found other contacts. Worked with anyone else, after being introduced fully and slipping out on his own. It would not have been hard, with a tongue sharpened to silver and the skills he'd learned at the other's encouraging, brutal hand. But he kept going back to his old mentor, put up with his attitude and exchanged his barbs, for reasons he couldn't quite grasp.
Convenience, Adelis would argue. Perhaps familiarity. Not the vague urge to return in his chest to the one person who saw potential in him, who's recognition he found himself absentmindedly seeking.
It's a lonely existence, carving yourself off from everyone else. He tells himself he grew fine with it.
He'd expect no less from the other, for all he tends to put on a harmless act in front of everyone else. He tastes blood that's both his own and not as he leans into Mishka, arm coiling around his waist and keeping him flush against his chest. There's practically no space at all between them, and for a moment, part of him is glad the weather has divested them of some of their usual layers. He's not too sure he's got the patience to peel off piece after piece right now.
The grip is...tight. He knows it's not enough to kill him, knows what it would take to kill him, but it settles as a warning in his chest to accompany the burn from the lack of proper oxygen. For the lightest of shivers down his spine that it sparks, he doesn't pry the hand off, his own fingers busy coiling around to slide through black strands and grip. The sharp yank against Mishka's skull is only to accompany the hard press of his hips downward. ]
the nightseer sage is, however,
He grins against the kiss with all his teeth, gripping dangerously sharp. He ought hold back - he should - ah, but it's hard. Hard, too, as Adelis grinds up against him, and he runs the palm along Adelis's waist, feeling firmly the skin, the returning warmth, until he hits the buttons and buckles. He thumbs them through their hooks, palming between Adelis's legs shamelessly. )
Are you always like this when someone tries to kill you?
( He murmurs, teasing, between the kiss. His grip flexes - recalling to lighten his touch, a little, so Adelis's breath could recover. He still needs to breathe; he ought let him; be glad for that. )
he can pay if he wants to look
The hands that crawl over him are far less curious, less eagerly exploratory, and more with a hungry purpose. He can feel the warmth sinking into his skin, and it only makes Adelis tighten his grip, leather barely creaking with the force of his clenched fingers. The hand unabashedly fondling him earns a sharp twitch, before he rocks his hips into the touch more aggressively, sinking his teeth into Mishka's lip before bothering to reply. ]
If you were trying to kill me, your grip wouldn't be so fucking pathetic.
[ The hiss comes out with the barest of gasps to accompany it, as the fingers around his neck loosen ever so slightly. Shoving their lips back together, there's a shuffle before he lets go of Mishka's hair, only to bring now-bare hands to his front- letting him feel the cool brush of his still-warming fingers as they drag down to Mishka's waistband. Perhaps, normally, he'd be more a bit patient...but clearly that's not something either of them have in spades. ]
And? [ A finger casually slips past the barrier of cloth, just to test his reaction, mimicking the tease of his voice. ] Do you always try to fuck whoever you want to kill?
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For some moment his hands linger as they are, almost indecisive, before he feels Adelis's hand broach the waistline, and he exhales a hot laugh. )
It would be better to ask if I ever bed those I don't want to kill.
( He knows what Adelis has done, on occasion, for a job, and Adelis has known what he's done for the same - granted, Mishka has freely and gladly admitted it's not of any need any longer; not at his level of skill. He has not bothered in some time. )
... To that I might say that you may be the first.
( He admits this, flush with alcohol as he is, though subtly, only apparent now that Adelis is this much closer. )
But if you're so eager to touch, you may.
( Teasing BACK!!! (x2) Adelis undone, he does not, as one might expect, tug down the waistband lower, but he instead takes his hand from his neck and his waistline to grip him on the hips on either side, grinding his length through the fabric up against Adelis to give him a better sense of scale. )
It may be a little too large for you to handle, though.
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Speak any more bullshite and I really will think you're drunk.
[ But that's impossible, clearly, no matter how strong the smell of whiskey or the flush of his face is. Loose with his tongue he may be, but Adelis chalks it up the situation and the tendency to tease. It's a bit of relief, with all the buttons and buckles undone, but the hands that shift away from his waist earn a minute quirk of the brow before they shoot up in surprise, nails pressing taut into Mishka's pale skin at the sharp grind from below. Whether they draw blood is of no concern, as he rather focuses on choking down whatever light noise threatens to escape.
...He's not too sure what he expected, but Adelis opts to keep himself quiet on that front, instead letting his face fall into a mild look of exasperated disgust. ]
You must be joking. [ He's not too sure whether to feel more offended or scandalized, but when he leans it again, it's with a particular bite as his fingers curl more firmly in Mishka's waistband. ] You must know what they say about a man who sees fit to brag. Either he's a liar-
[ And then they pull, without an ounce of shame, as far as he can drag the other's pants down with their hips so firmly close together. ]
Or he has little idea how to use it.
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The nails at his waist, and the ensuing disgust, delight him, unfortunately for Adelis. He cannot take this all too seriously; a deeply romantic air would be suggestive of something that simply isn't true. They are making a series of strange choices (Adelis while under the influence); why not indulge in this, the way they could not in Ostoya? There is nothing here between them, after all.
He lifts his hips and shifts Adelis a little further up his thighs and off his lap to help Adelis with the waistband, because he's magnanimous and kind, and because Adelis is charmingly impatient. He'll be merciful, and peel off Adelis's stupid tight pants as Adelis works off his, his cock coming to rest against Adelis's stomach. )
If you're so experienced with how a man ought to use his natural equipment, I shall have to ask you for a performance review in the after.
( Mishka is proportional to his height, so he wasn't joking about the size. Adelis is small, he was just being nice and courteous, but oh well!
He releases Adelis's hip on one end to vaguely lean toward the table and swipe off the lube Adelis had brought, noting distantly his aim was just a little bit off, but deciding it's a problem for later. )
You don't need me to prepare you, do you?
( Actually, the correct answer is yes you do need it, if you're not a slut! Hm, Adelis! Not that one can trust any Ostoyan, especially not any Mishka, to prep properly, so he's really just probing. )
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