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28 / male / bisexual / 8♢
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Back where I'm from, I was personally mentored by one of the best surgeons in the Kingdom of Rondon, who was a baron no less. Eventually, I also ended up serving as a combat medic for a war that just recently ended. As a result, I can't say I've had a lot of time exploring much in the way of hobbies, but I'll be glad to explore that kind of thing with people here. It's certainly much calmer by comparison.
Difficult to say as we adjust to life in this resort, but right now I'm just interested in getting to know everyone else here and assuring we all have a pleasant time. I assure you, I'd like to see to it you have one.
I used to work as a butler, so I have experiencing in mixing some pretty decent cocktails.
As much as I would love make people here a drink, I'd also enjoy showing how good I am with my hands. And, well, everything else, for the record.
Not much for books honestly; they put me to sleep better than any sedative. But I do like jazz and swing music, mystery films, and I favor beef wellingtons.
I consider myself a flexible man, but I like someone with a quick wit.
Wine.
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
Mimes, because at least they don't talk.
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Bath.
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Pirates, I guess.
.05 TITS OR ASS
Both.
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
Coffee.
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Spicy. Never really got used to sweets.
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Summer.
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Lace.
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
Both.
ISFJ-T
@ aerith
Is that so?
[Curious. It's not as if Daan can claim to know all legends, but he's sure he's never heard of one Lady Shiva. Still, he'd take ice over other dominions entities and deities have.
Daan snorts in amusement at Aerith's patting.]
Your people? I can't claim to understand, you're right, but I suppose I've always been a bit of a nosy one.
I would listen to your tales, miss.
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[She pauses, hesitant, taking a moment to glance around before motioning Daan closer. Even going so far as to pat her lap or the empty space beside her for him to sit down. The room may feel pleasantly sparkly and cozier than it had been, but there was still an element of distrust of the other patrons.
When she feels Daan is close enough that no one will overhear, she speaks again, sounding distant, her eyes staring at something beyond the tabletop.]
A long time ago, there was a Calamity. Back then, the Cetra were the guardians of the Planet, their magic used to tend to the Lifestream, the soul of the Planet, where all living things return to upon death and are reborn from. Their magic was great, and they traveled the world, tending to the earth as they went. It wasn't going to last though.
The harbinger fell from beyond the stars, but the Cetra didn't know that danger had fallen from the heavens. It was like...a-a parasite, or a virus. It would infect them, wear their flesh, use them as hosts to spread from one host to a new host. Brother attacked brother, cities fell, until they were finally able to push the Calamity back to the north, sealing it into a deep crater with a wall of pure ice.
But the damage had been done, and slowly the Cetra began to die out. After many hundreds of years, only humanity was left. My mother was the last full blooded Cetra, but she died before I could learn anything from her. It wasn't until later that I found out our history.
[She seemed to shake herself, nudging the mask with her hand so she could rub her eyes.]
Sorry, that was really long, not the kinda thing I usually tell people, much less at parties.
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Hm, well. Consider it part of me finding out what it is that you enjoy.
[The words are murmured against Akechi's neck, giving it one last harsh nip before he tips his head away.]
And I like what I'm finding out so far.
[Their tastes so far align nicely. That's part of the fun of the discovery, even if it is brief and confined by circumstance. A chance meeting.
At least there's the masquerade of choice in it.]
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This roll might be our last. Such a shame, to end the game so early.
[He rolls again, and it lands on caress breast. He takes the opportunity to run his hands along Daan's side, sliding over his chest and nipples until he can find where the shirt is undone enough to slide his hands in, brushing the skin.]
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@ midnight
[It is instinctively easy to get lost in the navigation of the original intent. For whatever issues he has in this situation concerning this unusual man and the collar, it is impossible to deny that the kiss and then some is very good. All of the flirty language and behavior isn't from arrogance, but clearly some level of experience.
A pleasant surprise. Perhaps Daan has been wasting his time with pointless pretense, anyway.
He sighs into the ongoing kiss, running his tongue along lips and pressing right back into the other's mouth. A hand comes up, daring to lightly brush his fingers over the side of Midnight's cheek. For all of Daan's prickliness, he cannot deny that this man is inexcusably beautiful, after all.]
the pocketcat image was like a brick to the back of the head 10/10 jumpscare
The teasing exploration takes a shift, licking into his mouth, slow, almost polite. With his hand leaving the collar, though, and curling into the hair at the back of his head, cradling it as his lips break, surge forward for another, savoring every part of it, Midnight really focuses, his hand grasping into his shirt in concentration. Or maybe it's more correct to say he loses himself a little; when he breaks away from his partner's lips, he kisses him again, then another time, on top and then to the corner of his lips. Eyes lidded, content. Voice soft. ]
... You're very good.
happy holidays from pocketcat
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i've totally ruined this by changing the inbox image
rip... sacrifices made for the aesthetic circa 2023....
@ archduke j
Then I will be quick about it. I would prefer a bath to lounge in instead of a shower with dubious amounts of hot water to it.
[Like, he gets it man, but also he doesn't want to hang around in cold water if it comes to it. Even a hot rinse is more than he's gotten in awhile, shamefully, but all of that boils down to circumstances out of his control, including the naked romp through the forest.
Daan scoffs at the suggestion.] The name of it is less the bother, but 3-in-1 sounds like something made for people who don't give a shit. Solid pass. Not that I'm expecting anything high end here, but I prefer to keep my soap, shampoo, and conditioner separate, thank you.
Shortly After Assignments
Yep. Now, now, what room is he in? Same part of the hotel as her own, shouldn't be hard to find! She goes hunting the halls and sure enough. The man in the checkered pants is at his door.
Marina runs on up to catch Daan, hip checking him with a big sway of her skirt]
Let me see your room, old man- [she says as she's promptly wrapping her arms around his closest] -I need to make sure you didn't get anything nice than me.
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Then Marina shows up, practically bumping him out of his thoughts. Daan glances at her, then snorts, faintly amused.]
Oh, it's nothing remarkable, I assure you. But if you need that consolation, who am I to deny you?
[He could say no and she'd find a way inside, that much Daan assumes to be true.
So he uses the strange watch to unlock the door, opening and nodding for her to go first.]
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text; @princeofhearts
I do love a man who's good with his hands. And it's been some time since I had a proper check-up.
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I'd be happy to help give you a thorough examination.
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text; @a
taking a little bit off the top? finding something with a lethal dosage?
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text, dated...i don't even know...god...
he dropped a bomb last night. it worries him intimately. ]
hey
[ he's always been bad at this. he almost never texts first. ]
you okay
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time is an illusion
[Usually, it's easy to just give the old fashioned "I'm fine, and you?" response out of sheer politeness, but... well. Cloud knows an intimate part of him now. One hideous puzzle piece for the whole awful man. It didn't seem to put him or Marina off, though.]
I'm managing, same as anyone. I actually feel more rested than I have been in awhile, which is fairly impressive.
What about you?
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Voice Message - Left way too early.........
Rise and shine, old man! If you wake up in time, come down to Seed. We're having breakfast! Me and your pretty blond and some other guys-
You could pull up a fifth chair if you're not too slow, Daan!
[She hangs up]
audio, girthoverlength cause i’m not letting him change it
Hey. [ despite the frustration in his voice before he left— ] You okay?
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...I'll be fine. But thank you for checking on me.
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Action- Late Jan, Daan's Room
When he answers her knocking, she promptly does a little courtesy to show off the occasion's dress, her wardrobe ever expanding. Being able to pick up whatever fashion she likes has been very therapeutic through all this,]
Look, I found checkers I like! What do you think?
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[and behold daan is trying to wear a bit less purple to his credit.]
You're adapting very well. I'm impressed, really.
Make yourself comfortable, food should be getting here soon. What kind of drink can I make the lady?
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forward dated to. idk. anyways action
he’s sat there, head swinging back and forth, muscle memory working hard to ensure he doesn’t fracture his neck. his arms are thrown over his knees, eyelids heavy with exhaustion. the pungent stench of vomit is wafting off of him.
when he sees daan, his head slowly cranes up — drowsily, he peers at him through the slits of his eyes, face pitifully pallid. ]
…Daan…
[ somehow, he slurs even his name. ]
…Had to see you… [ he speaks with the cognizance of a sleepy child. ] …Been waiting all night… didn’t know what to do…
[ the whites of his eyes are raw and reddened from having cried. ]
…Sorry…
time is an illusion
This entire month has been a damned rollercoaster, hasn't it? From Daan's own breakdown after waking up in that suite with Cloud, to their amends, to this. Whatever has happened is bad, no question.
Daan takes in a breath. Yes, he's startled to find this upon his return to his room, but he keeps a level head. He hopes that's better for Cloud, to have someone stable right now even if his chest suddenly bears an anxious weight.]
No apologies necessary.
[Daan crouches down by him, not seemingly put off by the smell.]
Will you let me touch you?
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cw emetophobia
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text; @fullofsurprises | i will have three threads with daan if i damned well want
What's up with the seventeen missed calls from you, old man?
Are you okay?
[this is definitely not about her, couldn't be]
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Forget it, whatever
what the fuck were you and Akechi doing with a GHOUL
Where did you even find a dead body??
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early march, action
cloud, dressed in casual wear (a bomber jacket, jeans and boots), gripping a vibrant bouquet of flowers. not hard to guess who it’s for. ]
Hey.
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The flowers, though. Well, that's a unexpected.]
Oh. [It's a pleasant surprise, and Daan was clearly not expecting it.] Cloud... thank you.
[It stirs his heart, another reminder of how with every step he does certainly go in deeper and deeper. There's no turning back indeed.
Daan's smile, though faint, is genuine.]
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cloudontheceiling.jpeg
to say it’s uncomfortable is an understatement— the walls of this resort are thinner than they should be. he hears every moan pried from his throat, the sway of the bed frame, the groan of the mattress—
the feeling sits in his stomach like tar, clinging to his insides.
daan’s guest leaves. cloud stands in the door frame, lets the door slide shut behind him. he doesn’t quite look at him. he can’t. ]
…You okay?
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Daan is sitting up, letting out a sigh as he works on trying to find the strength in his legs before he's going to make his walk to the shower.
He glances up, tilting is head as he sees Cloud walk in and look... well, off? Despondent, almost. Honestly, he's kind of puzzled about it.]
Better. Thank you for making sure I was safe.
Are... you okay?
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action; 4/04-ish
There you are, darling. It's a pleasure to see your lovely face again.
[ Midnight is, of course, perfectly aware that Daan's got a permanently sour expression on. He still means it. ]
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Rock music is strange to his 1940s vibe, and he arches a brow but doesn't remark further on it.]
Is it now.
[Midnight might mean it, but Daan struggles to believe it.]
I brought some mixers. Any manner of drink you prefer?
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returns from my week of hell
oh me too 👍 welcome back
un: tseng / text
This was far more difficult than I anticipated.
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I don't suppose you're gonna share, are you?
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sometime in april, during tdm
he's hacking up petals. dry, throaty coughs, outright whooping wheezes that yield in -- remnants of orchids, lilies, roses, you name it, littering the floor.
he knows what this is. it's been all over the resort. but daan is preoccupied, and it wouldn't be right to badger him, so--
cloud makes an attempt to deftly toe into the clinic, unseen. he's with another doctor, only to accidentally cross paths daan in the process, staring him in the face completely absent mindedly.
a hand clasps over his own mouth. then comes a cough. ]
Listen, I-- Didn't wanna bother you, so...
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An awfully convenient thing to decide.
[Daan looks at the other doctor.] I'll take it from here. [He doesn't even let anyone argue, be it patient or temporary colleague.] Now, as for you. [He jabs a finger to Cloud's chest.] Let's get you to one of the cots so you can have a brief examination. Hm?
And I mean right now, thank you.
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5/5 action
Uh.
Hey.
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Hey yourself.
Come in. You want a drink?
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early june
[ uh wait ]
sorry i meant your place
you want anything to eat?
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[just callin' it like he sees it]
Sure, whatever you're in the mood for. I can mix up some drinks too.
You do know you can just
stay with me if you wanted.
[It isn't home but with Cloud that's fine by him.]
un: eve / text
This is just a reminder that you're scheduled to judge the 🪄✨✨MAGIC SHOWCASE✨✨🪄 this weekend. Please report to the gym at noon on Saturday for judging. We've got a lineup of thrilling magic acts scheduled, and we'll be relying on you to help decide who deserves that first-place trophy!
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