splitmemory | weird magics

Why did he agree to this? It’s something so confusing, so convoluted that Epel couldn’t even really understand what Rook was SAYING when he first brought it up. All he heard were the words ‘nature’ and ‘duty’ as well as something briefly about Vil not being able to accompany Rook because of one of his newest… whatever he was doing. Some photoshoot for some product Epel could care less about.

So that’s how he ends up being convinced. It doesn’t take much - Epel DOES care a lot about nature and its preservation, and while Rook was extremely vague, he can’t say it wasn’t an appealing idea.

As they step through the mirror, they soon find themselves amidst a small area of trees.

“This the place?”

He asks, eyes focusing in on the area around them rather than Rook himself. Airy, open ish aside from all the trees… feels… like home. Looks like home- or close enough to it—

Wait. Was this…????? Close???

He kinda just stares over at Rook, blinking as if that would help him understand what the meaning truly was.

It's a convenient excuse, isn't it? He hadn't planned for Vil to be away for work when he needed to take care of his familial obligations, but it certainly does make it easier to ask Epel to accompany him. And it's certainly not his fault if Epel doesn't quite grasp the full significance of what he's asking of him, is it? It isn't as though he's hesitant to get too specific out of an uncharacteristic bit of nerves or anything.

It's just..... well, this is important. And Epel is important. He really wants everything to go well.

"Oui! We couldn't ask for a more scenic backdrop, could we?" Rook beams and spreads his arms wide, gesturing broadly around them. It's a pretty little place, isn't it? Fresh green shoots of grass and flowers starting to peek out from the ground, trees budding with new leaves as they awaken from their winter slumber, crisp cool air and fluffy clouds all around..... and most relevantly to Epel, an absolutely stunning view. One he might well realize that he's familiar with, if he peers down from the summit of Mount Moln and recognizes Harveston in the distance.

The moment Rooks arms are spread out, Epel's eyes wander from the Vice Housewarden, taking in the view. It only takes a few seconds to recognize a place such as this, one that had been the center of his life ever since he was small. The brief glance down the summit confirms his suspicions, surprise evident within not only his eyes but his expression. It's gorgeous up here, no doubt about that. But that begs the next question -- what are they doing here? Rook hadn't mentioned they'd be going someplace like this, so close to home...

Epel could've let his family know ahead of time if they were going to visit!!

He's in shock for a moment too long, before he finally manages to say something else. "You should've mentioned we were coming here...!" Is the next thing out of his mouth. He understands... maybe half of what they're here for. Doing something to ensure that nature can live and thrive harmoniously throughout the next year. Some sort of spell. Of course Epel would be more than willing, regardless of location, but especially so if he'd have known it would directly effect his hometown.

In a way, it's perhaps good he didn't know exactly what Rook had meant about how the spell needed to be went about. Otherwise, he wouldn't ask what he does in the way he does, with as much determination and eagerness in his voice: "How do we start?"

"And miss such a moment of unexpected joy?" Rook can't help but laugh, mischievously pleased as the pieces start falling into place. Epel is adorable when he's surprised, he has to admit..... Maybe they can go down and visit Harveston later, if they have time? That is, if they have time, and Epel isn't too flustered to see his family after what they're going to do.

"Beyond that, it wouldn't have made much sense for me to come here unless you were at my side; I needed to wait to ask for permission. First, we should prepare the space....." Did Epel wonder why Rook had brought a pack with him, instead of just his magical pen?

Not only is Epel surprised, but he's happy, excited that Rook would be doing something that sounded so important for his hometown and the vast expanse of important life around, in the form of both plants, animals, and people. And-- he asked him to help. How could he ever repay Rook, really?

"Prepare the space...?" Epel turns his attention completely to Rook, shifting to face him to make it easier.

"Walk me through it. I want to help as much as I can." Sure, he was just as passionate to help any random old place, but there's something about this being so important and here that gets his blood pumping even more, excites him further, allows him to put his all into it.

"Of course! First, let's mark the area off. Take these and scatter them in a circle around the edge of the clearing; no need to be too precise." Rook digs into his pack, offering Epel a container of seeds, mixed with glittering crystals of..... rock salt? Locally gathered, from the looks of it--the apple seeds are easy enough to recognize, alongside those of the native flowers and trees.

So far, so good..... But they haven't gotten to what might make Epel balk yet. In the meantime, he'll just get some incense ready and burning, sweet and earthy and green.

When offered, Epel easily takes the container into his hands, removing the lid. He's amazing at following directions, moving towards the edge of the clearing to begin the process. Careful, but not precise, he scatters the mix of seeds as evenly as he can. There's almost an intense look of focus as he does, until the very last seed is dropped onto the ground.

Once he finishes his task, he moves back to Rook, offering the container back to him. "I get the seeds and salt, but what purpose does the incense serve?" Sure, burning certain things is sometimes a part of different magical enchantments, but why that one? Was there a reason, or was it picked at random? What were the alchemical reasonings? Epel's eager and ready to learn all about this -- if he can understand the ritual, then he can do it himself next year, right? Right.

"Merci!" Rook tucks the empty container away, before digging into his pack to dig out some crystals to place as well. He couldn't ask for a better assistant, could he? Oh, he'd just known Epel would be perfect for this! It feels a little strange, being asked to teach when he still feels like an apprentice himself, but..... Well, everyone has to start somewhere, hmmm? This is an important step towards his own mastery of their craft.

Rook sets down his crystals as he gestures towards each incense burner in turn--nestled into the ground in pairs to bridge the gaps between them, where they burn at each cardinal direction. "First, we have sage, frankincense, and myrhh purify the space so we can work. Next, mint, cypress, and eucalyptus help direct our energies towards healing and protection, to help soothe away any lingering troubles from the previous year, and prepare the land for a new beginning. Then, cinnamon, clove, and bergamot help us to foster prosperity and abundance now that the area is ready to receive it. Finally, patchouli, rose, and pomegranate help breathe love and fertile energy into not only the land, but the plants, animals, and people who depend on it."

Rook pauses before he sets the last crystals down, instead offering them to Epel--partly just so the man can admire them, but also to let him finish closing this secondary circle they've wound around themselves. "These are moss agates and clear quartz crystals. Moss agates are perfect for channeling nature magic in particular. Clear quartz isn't nearly as good as magestone for focusing and amplifying magic, but it's still quite helpful--and far easier to get much larger stones."

Can Rook see the focus in Epel's eyes? The way he looks between each and every set up, taking in both where they're placed and what the blends are. If he had more than just his magical pen, he might even have thought to take down some notes. That way he wouldn't have to rely on his memory. Then again... he's sure Rook would help him again if he asked.

Taking the last crystals into his hands, Epel brings one up to inspect it closer, nodding slightly. He then moves to place them down in the final spots. Everything made logical sense, from their studies and from a general overview of what they were doing. To breathe love and life into the land, the plants, the animals, the people-- all of these ingredients seem to make up something proper... even if it does seem a little bit more 'witchcraft' than 'magic.' Maybe it's something of both? Who knows- the fae and beastmen have their rituals, too. Maybe it's something of that nature. A type of ritual Epel has no clue about.

"So... that's great and all, but what do we do once we've got it set up? How do we actually do anything? Us putting this stuff out here like this doesn't do any actual magic. So how do we do that? What kind is it? Can I really help you...?" Being just a first year, his magic was far behind Rook's, in his eyes. How could he ever hope to match his level, here, with something so important?

Edited 2024-11-08 23:53 (UTC)

It's not exactly a scholarly way to do things, is it? It all makes sense, if you understand the theory and mechanics behind it, but it's not magecraft the way it's practiced today. This is old magic, wild magic, born straight from the heart and shaped with raw intention and feeling, not the intellectual precision that comes with generations of research and study. It's the kind of magic Epel's meemaw is probably more comfortable and familiar with than what Epel is studying right now.

That said..... It's hard not to admire how focused and intent Epel is on this, the determination and desire in his eyes. How strange that someone so powerful and precious should doubt his place here--should question that he belongs in this circle even more than Rook does, just as much a part of this place as the trees that tower overhead and the ground underfoot. Rook raises a hand to stroke Epel's cheek, smile softening fondly. "Why, Monsieur Pommette, I couldn't do this without you. Not properly, at least. If you want to bestow love and life, you need to make an offering of the same kind."

Is Epel starting to realize what Rook had meant now, when he had explained back at Pomefiore that they would make a physical offering for this spell of his? "Setting all this up takes most of the burden of shaping the spell away from us. It leaves us free to focus on simply creating as much magic as possible together."

That response was so soft, so endearing, as if Rook truly couldn't see any other way to go about this without him. The way Rook raises his hand up to his cheek is unlike most of the other touches Epel has ever received from him. The softening of his smile, the mention of 'offering' all over again. Love and life-- what sort of offer--?

Epel's breath catches, his eyes stuck up on Rook. There's a small blink, as some of what Rook was meaning begins to click. Would they have to... kiss? Do something to offer love into the earth below? Certainly not. There had to be other offerings. Other ways to 'create magic,' right?

His own hand comes up, to touch the back of Rook's, as his brows furrow in thought.

Would it be stupid to ask now just what that entails? And--

"To bestow love and life, an offering... wouldn't someone like Vil be better to help with that? How d'you even- what do we offer...???" Does the light flush show Rook he's beginning to get it? Probably. It also shows that he hadn't got it until this very moment, as it begins to settle in.

Oh, he's just darling. Had he really not questioned any of this at all until now? What faith Epel must have in him! He's touched! How could anyone not find their heart melting on the spot, seeing such a pretty flush as the pieces start falling into place?

Rook's smile only warms further, fingers curling against Epel's cheek even as he shakes his head. "I could have asked Roi du Poison, but he's not as well suited to this as you are. Even if we hadn't gone somewhere you're so deeply connected to..... I love Vil with all my heart, of course, but I'm not in love with him."

Given a clue like that, does he really need to spell out the sort of offering they're meant to make here?

.... huh?
Huh?!?!

Epel's face takes on another shade of red, his eyes widening slightly further. Was Rook serious? Those words-- Rook doesn't tend to lie, even if sometimes his words were a little hard to grasp the true meanings of. He's stammering, trying to form words of some kind to reply, to comment. But--

In love. Is this a confession? Spoken so easily...

"What?" Epel squeaks out. The only thing he can get out.

Ah, such a beautiful expression. Epel's wide eyes and flushed cheeks, the way his lips part in speechless bewilderment, the way Epel stares up at him as though he's speaking in an entirely foreign language..... He wishes he had a camera with him, to capture this moment so he can look back on it whenever he pleases.

But memorization has always been his forte. Rook consciously burns that look into his memory instead, and resolves to draw it once they return to campus. Something like this..... it deserves to be preserved and treasured.

Then again..... Rook supposes he can understand why Epel is so shocked, given how attached to Vil he is. Who would ever believe this, if they didn't understand, truly and deeply, how vast and varied, how infinite love is? It certainly doesn't need to be romantic to be real. If Epel doesn't understand, though..... there's certainly one way to communicate clearly, isn't there?

It only takes a step or two to close the distance between them, to draw Epel close and bend down to kiss him the way he's been waiting to. Is the way that crystal sparkles in the corner of Epel's eye just a trick of the light?

Was Rook trying to completely take his breath away? He's already stammering, struggling to find a way to respond. Yes, he wanted to give Rook a better reply, something that confirmed that his feelings were not one sided and were in fact returned, but how could he? When the pieces were slowly sliding into place, when Rook was showing his heart so clearly, when this moment suddenly took on a whole other tone.

Incense burning around them, the smell and the smoke floating around them with the crisp breeze. The crystals placed so perfectly in that circle, the two of them standing in the very center. Rook's hand against his cheek, his own hand resting over it. It's almost in slow motion, the way Rook steps closer, closing that small distance and bringing them so close together.

Epel can hear his own heart beat, so hard and heavy within his chest, pounding away and working overtime to try and keep him upright. Their lips are pressed together, and it's almost like he finally realizes he could move his body, brought back from that frozen shocked state with nothing more than the kiss.

His free hand comes up to grasp at Rook's shirt, mostly out of surprise from the kiss. His eyes fall closed easily, and, after a second, he begins to return the kiss, tentative and careful. His opposite hand falls from Rook's, reaching up to slip around his neck, fingers pressing against the back of it. He needs to lean up somewhat, not wanting to have Rook be the only one bending or stretching to make it work.

He's unpracticed, which probably doesn't come as a surprise. It's not like Epel goes out of his way to do anything even close to this with anyone. So... it's only really a few seconds before he needs to pull back to breathe, light headed with the sudden shock, the lack of air, and the wonder of it all.

"You--..." Epel tries to say something, anything else. "Aren't playing some sort of joke on me??"

It's all so perfectly picturesque now that they've set their circle up, isn't it? Everything is just the way he'd hoped it would be. The warmth of Epel in his arms, how soft his lips are against his, the hands holding him so close..... His own heart feels like it's soaring.

Who cares if neither of them really know what they're doing? They'll figure it out together as they go, no matter how many times they stumble. It's the feelings that are important, far moreso than the execution. Rook would like to steal another kiss; he leans his forehead affectionately against Epel's instead, beaming. "Do you really think I'd do something like that to you, my dear?"

Anyone would be giddy in a situation like this, wouldn't they? To have their crush - who, by all means, he was expecting to stay a silly crush for the remainder of their time at NRC - not only return their feelings, but to kiss them, in such a place, in such a way.

So, as the shock wears off, Epel can be seen smiling, a small laugh bubbling up with the way their foreheads press together, that beaming of Rook's.

"I don't know, maybe?" No, that's not Rook's style in the slightest, was it? "... no, no, I don't think you would." Wait. So. Was the physical offering...?

"Was that- all we had to do? For the spell? Or... or can I kiss you again?"

Such a sweet smile..... Ah, how could anyone expect him to let Epel go when he looks so happy? How fortunate for them both that pulling away is the absolute last thing on his mind. Rook just laughs mischievously instead, the arm around Epel's waist tightening to pull the smaller man flush against him. His head turns again, lips hovering against Epel's ear this time for a low, encouraging murmur.

"By all means, kiss me as many times as you'd like. The bigger the offering, the more potent the spell; we can stay here until you're completely satisfied."

They're close. Too close, even. Epel wonders briefly if Rook can feel the pounding of his heart in his own chest, as their bodies press close to each other. He's practically as red as the apples his town is known for, face burning bright with no indication that he'd start to relax.

"Wait-- when you first brought this up, when you mentioned a physical offering-- were you implying... sex???" Epel blurts out, without a single ounce of tact. Sorry, Rook, he's. Still learning. And... the pieces are all settling into place.

Oh, Rook can easily feel the way Epel's heart is pounding, and the heat that radiates from him. It's rather satisfying, in fact--an excellent way to know what a good job he's doing, leaving Epel so flustered as he grapples with the strength of these feelings. He'd like to think he's being nice, actually offering real answers instead of just teasing the poor thing..... Clearly, Epel hadn't quite understood the extent of what he was signing up for.

"Oui~ But only if you'd like to, of course. It certainly doesn't need to go that far." They already have what's important, after all: two hearts, intimately connected. The effects won't be as dramatic, but just curling up together and making out is just as valid an offering to make.

If Rook dared to tease him? Epel wouldn't be able to stop him currently. No, he'd probably accept the teasing, as begrudgingly as he may, only getting more and more flustered due to Rook's words. Luckily for him, he's spared... for now.

And, frankly? He doesn't want to answer Rook in words. It's too much! How's he supposed to reply out loud, with words to such an open admissions?! Especially when Epel wants to do that, wants to follow his heart and...

No, Rook's not getting an honest and clear answer in words immediately. Instead? Epel moves his hands, slipping his arms over Rook's shoulders to allow himself to press even further against Rook. "L... Let's just... see how far we end up going. Play it by ear." Because, fuck, that's an enticing offer, isn't it? Someone so attractive to Epel, offering...

He doesn't want to think about it too in depth. No, he's instead tilting his head up, moving to take Rook's lips of his own accord now.

It would be so easy to tease him, wouldn't it? To hold him and whisper filthy suggestions in his ear, to pull him down to the ground and kiss him all over, even just to spin him around in a burst of unexpected excitement, just for the sheer joy of it..... He'll spare Epel for now, at least. Until they find their rhythm and settle into it, there's no sense in disrupting it.

But that won't stay his hand for long, will it? Not when Epel is nestling against him so enticingly, and moving to kiss him without even being prompted. A strong hand curls over Epel's ass, lifting him off his feet so they can kiss more comfortably. That's a good enough answer, isn't it? They can go as far as the mood takes them, touch each other until there's nothing left to do but cuddle close and simply enjoy the lingering glow of power humming between them.

The feeling is new. To have their lips pressed together, that hand pressing against him, lifting him. A reminder, brief as it may last, that Rook was so very strong, more than capable of holding him up in his arms. The smaller boy moves his legs in response, wrapping them around Rook in an attempt to assist, and. Well. It allows him to press their hips together.

That's the less important thing that Epel's focused on. No, his main focus is the way their lips move, the feeling quickly becoming one he can't get enough of. How can he keep his hand from moving further up, tangling in Rook's hair at the back of his head? To keep himself from deepening the kiss, from parting his lips partially, invitingly.

If they're going by instinct, then he might as well let himself fall into it completely instead of thinking too far.

Who knows? Maybe one day, Epel will be strong enough to sweep Rook off his feet like this, even if he never overtakes him in height. Wouldn't that be exciting? Epel certainly has the determination to cultivate that sort of strength, after all. He at least has the strength to easily hold himself up with his legs, if nothing else; Rook barely even has to support him at all, when he could instead simply hold the smaller man against him--and enjoy the opportunity to give Epel a good, appreciative groping, now that he doesn't need to hold up all that weight.

Epel's going to hold his head right where he wants it, hmmm? Rook obediently welcomes Epel in, eyes slipping closed as the kiss deepens. How does Epel like the chance to seize the reins and take control, hmmm?

With too little guidance, Epel doesn't know where to go, how to take this. His face is burning less now. That, or he'd gotten used to the warmth, replaced with an eagerness that pushes him forward. The little groping against him, the way Rook's hands feel against him has him making a tiny noise against Rook's lips. For, as new as this all was, he couldn't deny he'd thought about it before. Hell, he might need Rook to pinch him, to prove he's not dreaming.

For now? Epel's going to keep trying. Allowing his tongue to slip from his own parted lips, he tentatively drags it across Rook's bottom lip. It's a learning process. He's going to take whatever steps he felt were best and follow through, to allow himself to explore further, until the inevitable moment comes where the tables are turned on him.

Or, maybe they wouldn't be. Regardless... if Rook allows it, he's going to slip his tongue past the other's lips, to taste more of him. To allow their tongues to tangle. A step into confidence and eagerness in another direction, one little tiny step at a time. He's going to find what feels good, what they both enjoy, and keep doing it. Just watch.

Heh..... It's good to dream big, isn't it? But Rook thinks a good squeeze is far better than pinching him. Epel may be petite, but he isn't entirely without muscle, is he? Spelldrive is a fine sport for building up strength and stamina. Maybe one of these days, he should come watch them practice so he can see Epel in action, hmmm?

Rook lowers them both to sit on the ground, (or in his lap, as the case may be) murmuring muffled encouragement into the kiss as their tongues tangle together. No tables are getting turned just yet; for as flustered and uncertain as Epel was mere minutes ago, he's certainly getting bolder, isn't he? That deserves to be rewarded, in Rook's opinion. Give him a little time to find his confidence, and settle into figuring out just what he actually likes, now that they're getting comfortable.

This change in position allows Epel to shift himself. Instead of having his legs wrapped so firmly around Rook, he presses his knees into the ground below them, completely straddling the older and pressing their hips flush together. It's true that Epel's sporty, strong in his own ways and getting even stronger. There's plenty that he can do that he's either hidden by accident or simply didn't know he could apply to something like this.

It's embarrassing, but he's sure his quick arousal is obvious by the way their hips are pressed close, the way he's pressed against Rook and squirming against him. The encouragement is taken and ran with- his hand slowly moves back down from Rook's hair, both hands soon grasping against his shoulders, fumbling as they move further down to press against the fabric of his shirt, his uniform, beginning to feel him up in return.

The kiss needs to be broken, if only so Epel can catch his breath. He pulls himself back slightly, eyes opening only halfway to allow him to look up at Rook through his lashes, mouth hanging open partway as he pants softly.

"Have you thought about this before? Fantasized about it," Epel murmurs in questioning, watching Rook closely through those half lidded eyes, "Us, like this. About how you'd want to take me?" Yeah, his face is flushed, but... "If you have, I want to hear about it. Any fantasies you might've had, or anything that... that might be comin' up now."

Ah, such excitement rising so quickly..... Rook can't blame him, if he's honest. Who could resist an atmosphere like this, after a heartfelt confession and such a passionate kiss? His heartbeat and breathing might be uncannily steady, but Rook can still feel how hot his own blood is running, feeling Epel's arousal pressed so plainly against him. His own muscles aren't nearly so well-hidden, are they? Not once Epel actually starts touching him, and his deceptively tailored clothes can no longer conceal the truth of his build.

Rook just chuckles at the question, leaning in to nibble at Epel's ear so his voice can drop to an intimate whisper. Even if there's nobody here who could possibly overhear them, isn't it more fun to make Epel squirm a little more? "Mmmm, you have no idea how often I've thought about it. Seeing you all aglow in the golden noonday sun, redder than a rose and begging to be taken..... I kept wondering how beautiful you would look, spread out under me against a grassy canvas. Or how warm you might feel tangled around me, or what you might taste like, once I finally got my mouth on you....."

The way Rook leans in keeps Epel from being able to look him in the eye... something that he would soon realize was a mercy on Rook's part. His breath catches, his eyes widen as he listens to those words, whispered so sweetly in his ear. Those smaller hands still briefly against Rook, one hand curling to grasp at the fabric of his shirt a little harder, as his breathing becomes slightly labored, with all the thoughts those words bring about in his mind.

Was Rook making this up in the moment, or had he actually had these thoughts before? The way Rook was talking really didn't sound like he was talking off the cuff. So he'd... thought about this, too, then. In some capacity, maybe a little different than the way Epel had thought about it before, but still similarly.

Rook's goal of getting him to squirm more is easily achieved, his hips squirming against Rook, a soft whine slipping from his lips-- and, almost immediately, he's bringing up a hand to clamp over his mouth, embarrassed. Can Rook feel the heat of his flushed face, so close to his own?

"You... don't have to wonder..." Epel murmurs, muffled behind his hand before he manages to drop it, moving his hand back down to tug at Rook's shirt. "I want to see you look at me with adoration, to be spread out under you a... and...." He's trying, but Seven is he flustered, beginning to stammer out his words.

There's a visceral satisfaction in feeling just how deeply his words effect Epel. Just an innocent whisper in his ear, and Epel is already squirming so eagerly in his lap, burning a brilliant red against him. Ah, such an adorable sound! What other sounds can he tease out of him? Just how much could he make Epel squirm, if he took the man into his mouth right now?

"And?" He'll let Epel do what he will to his shirt; Rook nuzzles under Epel's chin instead, busying himself with pressing kisses over pale skin. "Oh, Monsieur Pommette..... Did you really never realize how long I've been looking at you with adoration already?"

A shiver runs down his spine at those kisses against his skin. It doesn't matter if Rook seeks out a sensitive spot or not; being so completely and thoroughly new to this made it so easy for Epel to be sensitive in most spots, even if he did squirm a little bit more when Rook's kisses manage to press into certain areas, eliciting the tiniest of gasps from him.

Nervous fingers pull at shirt buttons, undoing a few of them slowly. "And... and......" He can't complete that sentence, those words hitting him and sending another wave of embarrassment through him. "No-- was I supposed to?" It wasn't like Rook was obvious!! He looks at everyone with so much adoration and-- and really, Epel was convinced he was in love with Vil! So! He overlooked anything that might confirm that these feelings went two ways!!!

"I-- I want--.... ugh, I don't want to say it, that's so embarrassing!"

Oh, it's too easy. Such soft skin under his lips, just beggingto be tasted..... Rook's kisses turn hungrier, sucking and nibbling at Epel's neck as a gloved hand sneaks under the younger man's shirt. He'd rather get Epel more worked up before he bothers with buttons, make the wait to get freed from his clothes that much harder to bear--he's barely even begun to admit to how much he'd thought about having Epel in his arms.

They've already got such a promising start, after all. Is it really that embarrassing, knowing how much he's adored? Admitting to his own feelings and desires? He'd thought he'd been clear enough in how fond he is of Epel, at least..... "Would it be easier to show me, instead?"

All these new sensations for him have Epel squirming in Rook’s lap. His head tilts to offer him more room against his neck, the sensitive skin there. He makes a soft noise, finding it impossible to avoid those little noises from bubbling up and slipping past his lips. That hand under his shirt, too. Gloved or not, it felt so vulnerable to have someone touching his body so directly.

No, he’s not going to say what he wants. Not directly, at least. The idea of using his body, to show Rook what he wants, is almost worse than using his words. Epel grumbles something unintelligible, shaking his head. “… I just want you. Saying or showing are both equally nerve wracking…!” Epel complains, lightly, as he adjusts his position atop Rook.

“I’d rather you show me what you’ve thought about before.” He turns it right back into Rook that way, partially without putting it all on himself at all. “I… If I have to choose one… I’ve thought about similar things, you know? Being laid bare for you,” He’s trying his best to keep this up, to match the energy he’s brought on all by himself, but Seven, he’s getting so flustered, so focused on those new sensations.

”… bein’ claimed by you, in every possible way…” Comes the little mumble, barely audible, through this little gasps and quiet noises.

Edited 2024-11-11 08:11 (UTC)

Rook at least has the grace not to laugh at poor Epel's embarrassment, but that doesn't stop him from an entirely too self-satisfied smile while his face is hidden. Who wouldn't be pleased, earning such charming little sounds and squirms? Or getting someone so worked up that the very idea of expressing their desires is too overwhelming to confront? Ah, how brightly they must burn! Anyone should feel flattered, knowing they're the object of such passions. "Ah, it seems our thoughts really did run in the same direction! I would be glad to show you, in that case."

It's all the warning Epel gets, before Rook obediently moves to claim him as bidden. Soft kisses are replaced by a sudden, powerful bite, teeth sinking into one of those tender places he'd so diligently sought out only minutes ago. A harsh sucking kiss follows immediately after, to leave his mark and stake his claim--along with his other gloved hand sneaking under the waistband of Epel's pants, curling around his balls to give them a gentle but pointed squeeze. Is this a good enough start, or shall he work even harder to make sure that Epel knows just how fully he intends to make him his?

Nothing could have prepared him for that. Yes, his own hands are working at the buttons of Rook's shirt, trying to free more and more of him to touch, to explore, but they still almost immediately as that sudden bite is clamping down against him. He gasps out, ending in a whine, as his body trembles with the sudden harshness to the affection, the sudden pain that it blossoms within. On that note, it wasn't a pain he disliked, either.

Plus, with Rook's hand grasping him, curling around his balls to squeeze there alongside that harsh kiss, Epel's like putty in his hands. Both of his own curl against Rook's half-open shirt, grasping the fabric as his hips rock forward, his eyes squeezing shut, and a little eager moan slipping out, followed soon after by a gasp of Rook's own name. So easily, he's lost that hurried feeling, simply falling into the moment, letting out a soft, shuddering breath.

Finally, he manages to get ahold of himself enough to get back to messing with those buttons, his breathing a bit further labored now. "... How come you're so bold so easily, huh?" He murmurs, embarrassed.

weird magics

are we there yet?

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tags i have to close my eyes to post LMAO the secondhand embarrassment is real

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