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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[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?

[sancrimony]

[ shifting to nuzzle him a little, eyes pressed to the crook of his neck ]

It was nice. I don't mind at all.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Okay. Yeah, that - sounds good.

And -

[He hesitates.]

Maybe after that, we better start yours? You still got a square, right?

[sancrimony]

It's fine - sitting like this is a square too, so it's alright. 

[ with a lilt to the last word, an idle hum ]