dreampost: even more after dark edition

[wotanon]

[ shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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[crossmyheartandhope]

[This is absolutely more embarrassing. Hurricane goes very still for a fraction of a second, then scrambles for his phone.]

[It is more embarrassing yet when he has to reach around Lucifel completely, making the embrace that much closer, so that he can turn his phone on and get the timer app open and running.]

O-okay. We're, uh. We're all set, clock's running.

[sancrimony]

[ oh that's entirely - well, it's his fault for being that close in the first place, but his breath stalls, stutters like an engine, his heart feels like it's in his ears, he's certain hurricane can hear it from this distance, this proximity, and he's stiff enough that he doesn't pull away from him even when the other's got his phone out - is this a dream? it must be a dream, right, for him to be this close, he feels like something had happened before so -

oh - his scent is so much closer, now. lucifel's own scent is that of lilies, close enough that the sweetness would cling to one's senses but light enough in strength that the sweetness is like a distant memory, something on the tip of one's tongue - close, yet so far away - and while he can't smell himself he wonders abruptly if he smells fishy, and he wonders if it matters, and he's finally easing himself down onto his lap again properly but he hasn't figured out whether he should pick his head up or not; ultimately, his ear ends up pressed to hurricane's collarbone and he mumbles ]

A -

Alright. Uhm -

. . . Is it . . . is it cheating, to have the light on in here? With your phone - it's really dark, right? It isn't as though it really bothers me but it's - well -

A little light would be fine, right . . . ?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean. It, uh - it's probly fine? If you want some light.

[It takes a lot of effort to make the words; his mouth is too dry, and he is very, very aware of the fact that Lucifel did not pull back, and of every single point of contact that entails.]

[He's aware, too, of the smell of lilies - of the gentle sweetness and the surprising intimacy of that. He wonders if it's the shampoo Lucifel uses, and if Lucifel can smell his own, plain and uncomplicated, out of a bottle he didn't fuss with and now is wondering whether he should have, labeled something like ORIGINAL SCENT or FRESH N CLEAN.]

[It takes him a couple of seconds to remember that he should probably put the phone down, and he reaches out to set it on the closet floor, a short distance away.]

[sancrimony]

[ it's - nice. his scent, the distance - he remembers he can take out his own phone too so after a moment he slowly pulls away, just enough to take his own phone and turn the flashlight on so he can set it on the other side of them for a more even spread of light ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shifts again - not quite squirming, but only just. If he had a heart, it would be pounding in his chest about now.]

[The hand that had been holding his phone hovers for a few seconds, a little helpless, before it settles around Lucifel in a loose embrace.]

That, uh. That better?

With. With the light, I mean.

[sancrimony]

[ he glances now, to hurricane's face and ears - the light is too far away to appreciate much more than a dim sight and largely silhouette but he still says, ]

Yes - I think so.

[ and then, pauses ]

Uhm . . . Can I do something?

[crossmyheartandhope]

Uh - yeah.

[It is probably not quite bright enough to see how red his face is, in the dim lighting, but maybe it's possible to tell how flustered he is from his body language.]

Y-yeah, go for it.

[sancrimony]

[ that makes him less nervous somehow - to know that he's just as jumpy - but he wonders, too, if that isn't a product of their past. (does hurricane remember? how dangerous it is, to let him be this close?)

slowly, in the dim light, he reaches up with one hand,

to gently stroke at the base of one of his dog ears ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[That's - oh.]

[That's... very nice, actually.]

[He leans into it a little, without meaning to. Out to the side, his tail twitches back and forth. It's fluffy enough that it may or may not be brushing against Lucifel's mermaid tail, where it drapes over the edge of his lap.]

[sancrimony]

[ with some renewed confidence - he's an expert at pets, ask his cat husband - he brings both hands up to scritch at his ears gently, working his fingers to massage his scalp as though he could massage out the nervousness ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The tail picks up its pace a little, flopping back and forth. He's leaning into it more than just a little, now; gradually, some of the nervous tension goes from his shoulders.]

[sancrimony]

[ as though mirroring him, his own shoulders go slack, tension bleeding out as he shifts to lean closer - just to be more comfortable while he falls into the steady rhythm of petting him ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He shivers a little, softly - tucks himself closer into Lucifel. He shifts his arms, settling into the embrace a bit more.]

[sancrimony]

[ his heart still feels like it's in his ears - but it's somehow more bearable now, and he hums softly, something incoherent but if hurricane's ever heard persephone sing it's a melody like that, with forgotten parts that he makes up himself to compensate -

and it feels mesmerizing, entrancing, it's a sound that could lull someone to sleep if it didn't have some vestiges of nervous excitement in the fringes of it - even if the intimacy is no longer at the forefront of his mind it's still a reason why his heart's in his head, right underneath the curve of his skull and closer to the base of his neck, than in his chest - but even so, this

this is nice. it's just nice - that's all it has to be, all it needs to be, and isn't that fine? ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Oh.]



[That's.... oh.]

[He falls into the soft sound of the humming easily, falls into it readily. More of the tension bleeds away, and even if he's intimately aware of the weight of Lucifel in his lap, and of what they're here to do, and of the fact that Lucifel has a square he needs checked off, too -]



[- it's true. This is nice.]

[sancrimony]

[ so he continues, letting the song end at a natural stop, and he presses his face to his shoulder, breathing out a content sigh ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He's quiet for a long couple of seconds.]

[Then, softly:]

You sing real nice.

[sancrimony]

- ahaha . . .

[ softly, a little sheepish laugh ]

My Ani-ue sings much better than I do, though. I think, that's more a blessing of this.

[ with a little flop of his fin ]

[crossmyheartandhope]

For real? It changes how you sing?

[sancrimony]

I think . . . maybe, it feels better - ? Like - it's easier to convey how I feel.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Was that...

...how you felt? Like, calm, and - and kind of -

[He doesn't want to say it. If he says it, and he's wrong, that feels like admitting too much.]

[sancrimony]

. . . Mmm. It felt nice - that's just what I was thinking.

[crossmyheartandhope]

...it did feel nice.

I mean. It still does.

[sancrimony]

[ with a tilt of his head, considering it some before he speaks ]

I can do it again . . . ?

[crossmyheartandhope]

If... if that's cool?

It was kinda like a - a feedback loop, or something. Cause I thought it was nice, and you thought it was nice, so it was just, like. Extra nice?