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@meow_wow
28 / male / bisexual / 8♢

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My Self-Summary

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.

My Future Plans

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.

My Talents

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.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

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.

My Ideal Partner

I consider myself a flexible man, but I like someone with a quick wit.

Height 5'9" Body Type Lean, muscular Smokes Occasionally. Drinks Always a fan of an old-fashioned. Drugs No Sign Someone clarify this for me. Education I was personally mentored. Occupation Doctor Income Well right now that's questionable, isn't it. Children None Pets None Hobbies Mixing cocktails is pretty relaxing.

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

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.

Personality Type
ISFJ-T

ENERGY

83%

introverted

MIND

87%

observant

NATURE

71%

feeling

TACTICS

72%

judging

IDENTITY

68%

turbulent

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GAME 52

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[limbical]

[Well, she isn't wasting any time. Not that he thinks they have much to be shy about now, anyway. So, he goes with it, unbuttoning his shirt and just opts to completely remove it, very neatly draping it over the back of a chair.]

I'll ensure to help you with yours.

[Daan could answer it now, but he says nothing. For now, he coyly keeps it to himself; he'll tell her, eventually.]

Well? Anything back there?

[sleepyone]

[Marina doesn't need an excuse to touch up on Daan at this point, but she enjoys one nonetheless. He pulls away his shirt and she runs her hands up each side of his back, finally leaning away from his shoulder to get a good look.]

Nothing, actually...

[Just to be cheeky, she tugs at the back of his slacks to look down the shadow of his lower back and ass, but... Surprisingly, there's a show of red- scandalous!]

Oh, down further it might seem. [They're pretty well fit slacks so it's not like she can really get a good look with them on him! Another tug tug of her finger hooked at the waistline. "These off next," the gesture says for her]

[limbical]

[There's a roll of his eye when she tugs at his trousers. Well-- at least until she remarks that it actually might be further down.]

If they put this on my ass, I'm gonna be real annoyed.

[With a sigh, he undoes his belt, shaking his head to himself before he willingly pushes the slacks down just past his rear.]

How about now?

[sleepyone]

[The normal reaction to a man dropping his trousers below his ass probably isn't,]

Oh, hello beautiful! [Marina is referring to mark, but Daan's ass is nice, too. The sigil is so immediately recognizable she's transfixed. She promptly flops herself down onto her side to be eyelevel at Daan's hips, hooking an elegant finger into his briefs to shimmy them down to rest below the crack of his ass. There's a poke-poke of the pad of her index to the very end of his spine. She says all too chipper,]

You will hate it! It's right on your tailbone... [her finger trails along the outer points of the shape] ... what a terribly familiar shape they fit inside the diamond.

[Daan can definitely guess what shape from how her fingers trail each curve inside, the sigil of Sylvian a very obvious one. Especially as she dots! her finger to the circle at the top, perfectly set upon another protrusion of his backbone]

[limbical]

Like what you see, then? [He has no problem flirting right back. Fortunately, Daan is patient with her prodding, waiting patiently as she looks over the location.

Familiar shape...?

As she traces the design, his blood runs cold. He knows that sigil horribly well, after all, and somehow the people running this damned resort have knowledge of it too. It's a cruel fucking joke, reminding him of all the things he can't run from, no matter how hard he's tried to bury it. He had to rely on Her too many times in Prehevil, and She cropped up again when he encountered Artemy.

Daan is never really free.

He remembers to breathe, and though his voice his calm his shoulders are tense.]

Well, that's annoying.

[Internally, he feels turmoil. In his tone, he sounds mildly put out.]

[sleepyone]

Do relax. It is very pretty... Can't help but want to touch all over it. I might even be jealous! [she's still teasing it, running her finger up and down the center with idle appreciative curiosity.

Actually, she really can't help leaning in and giving it a licky-kiss. marina lingers her lips at the central dot with a smirk before parting with a cutesy "muah!"]

[limbical]

[It isn't her fault. She doesn't know what it means to Daan; he's made every effort during their time in Prehevil to not bring it up. His played up indifference while they encountered the statue of Sylvian, the ritual circle he used to restore their lost limbs, and so on.

Daan shouldn't let it bother him.

So he just sighs at her, jerking a little at the kiss.]

All right, enough. Aren't I also supposed to examine you?

[sleepyone]

Aww... [a playful noise of let down, but Marina obeys, not pushing the boundary once set. Her hands fall away from him and she flops onto her back against his sheets. Looking up at him as she stretching her arms up over her head, lower half twisted to one side, curling her legs together.

A very deliberate bat of eyelashes. Come hither.]

I suppose it's my turn. Where do you want to start?

[limbical]

[Slowly, he feels himself settle once again; Marina pulls away, and he can more easily mask his anxieties. Calmly, he pulls his briefs and pants back up, redoing his belt and zipper as he turns around.

His lips twitch when he looks down at Marina, and how she's arranged herself.]

Cute.

[If there's something to be said about Marina, it's that Daan respects her deeply for being so sure of herself. Knowing exactly who she is, and being free of the ties that must have once bound her. Not that it wasn't complicated regarding her father's death, he's sure, but as she said she has no reason to ever go back now.

Daan leans over, fingertips trailing up the calf of a leg.]

Hmm. [He could be mean. Go through a thorough examination of her body that adheres to her consent, but he doesn't have it in him right now. Playful is fine, but it seems a little cruel to do that kind of trick on her.

So he keeps to a gentle but firm touch as he reaches up, gently touching her jaw and chin.]

Close your eyes for me?

[sleepyone]

[There's a light dust of pink to her cheeks when Daan declares her cute. She is cute! She is very cute... but she can still be flattered when others agree.

Daan hovers over her still without his shirt and she can admire him with equal appreciation, though his touch to her face distracts her from sharing any compliment back. Another time, they have plenty of it here, don't they? No longer on a time limit... maybe.]

Oh? What if I want to keep an eye on you, doctor? [she closes her left eye, winking the mark to him without her own knowledge. She trusts Daan, but the idea of letting someone touch her without seeing what they're up to. It still sends a discomforting shiver through her, rattling too many oversensitive nerves. Marina needs some more time before she can easily agree to such a thing.]

[limbical]

[Honestly, she's even prettier with that little blush. He'll tease her another day for it, but the tiny smile that forms on his face is close to fond as he admires her.

The wink earns an amused sound. He knows it's that eye, but at least he can have the excuse of noticing it now.]

Close that eye for me then? Just your left eye. I want to make sure I'm right.

[He understands. He really does.]

[sleepyone]

[Ah. He's so gentle with her. Her face heats up just a shade darker.

Daan doesn't smile enough, but it's not like they had much to smile over back in Europa. Not in Prehevil, not on the train, and not before that. She knows he understands.

Her left eye stays closed this time, following orders for once. It only belated occurs to her that a mark on hey eyelid is even a possibility. And on the side Daan is missing, yeah, this place definitely has a cruel sense of humor.]

[limbical]

[The deepening red is very endearing. Marina wears it well. Truly, Daan is a gentleman for not bringing it up right now.

With the tip of his thumb, he traces over the mark on her eyelid, careful to not apply much pressure at all.]

Well now. There it is.

[Truly, this place is having joy in mocking him, isn't it? From the gifts, the placement of these marks, and the entire concept of the game. Oh yes, it's designed to get under his skin. Daan won't let it win, though.

Daan removes his thumb.]

No wonder you hadn't noticed. [He did, almost right away, but even just having one eye doesn't keep him from having an analytical gaze.] Not an easy thing to spot on your own.

[sleepyone]

[Marina does try to relax and not wince, but the effort is pretty clear from her expression. There's a fear she's battling down with willpower. Her instincts want to revolt against a touch so vulnerable, one that could easily gouge down into her, but her mind is steady to keep that instinct contained. She assures herself with resolve that Daan can be trusted, a resolve that obviously pays off.

She feels a twinge of guilt to even doubt him. Just habit, she supposes]

No, I suppose not... [don't sound breathless, Marina, sheesh... no swooning for old men! (She keeps doing this anyways when old means... like still not even thirty.)]

Do you have a hand mirror? I want to see it. I could angle it to show you yours, after. Not that you'll be happy about it.

[limbical]

I don't want to see mine.

[It's stated a touch more firmly than he means to say. He'd intended for casual, but he almost sounds stern. He isn't sure if that's better than desperate. Marina is right about one thing: he isn't happy about it, and he's already considering if he should try to carve it off.

Daan breathes in, then he turns around.]

...But I'll give you a hand mirror so you can look for yourself.

[He says that more softly, not liking how his voice sounded earlier. Working himself into being calmer, Daan goes to one of the drawer sets in the room, pausing a moment before he offers her a simple hand mirror with a wooden handle.]

[sleepyone]

[It is a stern voice for Daan, but it helps Marina understand the line for him. It does put more together around his hesitation towards the goddess. Daan has such experience with the magics of Sylvian, but he also coils up like a cat back into a corner whenever her influence is mentioned. Something is definitely up with that and Marina isn't going to push him further into the wall over it. He's done too much for her...]

Thank you, [she says to take the mirror handed to her. Closing her left eye and angling the mirror, Marina takes as good a look as she can. Three dark dots and a flare of a dash to form the clover shape, marked into her skin.]

It's cute enough. Matches the constellation around my mouth, too. What a nice touch.

[limbical]

[Daan sets to taking his shirt from where he'd draped it, sliding it back on over his shoulders as she looks at herself. He starts to button his shirt up.]

It's subtle.

[He hates that it's over her left eye, but that's not her fault. So doesn't even bring it up.]

Works well with that pretty face of yours.

[sleepyone]

I would call it anticlimactic. [A bit boring! She'd expected his hands all over her, peeling away fabric and checking her skin with a thorough eye.

Now, he's putting his shirt back on! Huff... she sets aside the mirror and then catches a corner hem of the fabric to tug on. Marina thinks to make fun of him for it, but the mood is a bit off for that. Rattled and uneven.

She just kind of wants him close to her.]

Lay down with this pretty face in your bed, won't you?

[limbical]

Hoping for a bit more excitement, were you?

[Whether he means the examination or the location of the mark is up in the air.

There is a pause when he feels the tug, and he considers. A better man might encourage her to go and find someone else, someone more to her tastes, or something like that. Go and do better, not bother with him.

But inevitably, Daan is a bit selfish too, sometimes. So he gives in, making his way to join her in bed.]

How could I refuse?

[sleepyone]

Oh, well. We'll never know now. Shame.

[Marina is glad for his selfishness, because if he said something like that she might just go. She's not about to argue with him, to grovel all "no, no, I want to stay with you," even if she does want it to be him. Haughty pride gets in the way there.

She's glad it doesn't happen here. Marina scoots to give him room on his own mattress to join her, curling up to her side to be tucked in close to him. Her arms press down towards her lap, smoothing her long skirt]

You could, but you wouldn't. I'm too cute. You already said so.

[limbical]

[As he settles beside her, Daan does reach out to brush back some of her hair from her face. For all that he teases, she is her own woman and she can make her own decisions. Nothing else would stop her, anyway.

He really does like that strength about Marina.]

Hm, damn. You got me there. I guess I never had a choice at all.

[sleepyone]

No take backs.

[her arms lift again, unable to keep to herself. He slips one around Daan's waist and the other to his chest. Long fingers petting across his chest, where his heart is. The other just loosely embraces him,]

You don't smell like a chimney, anymore. [still like smoke, but it's fresher now, tobacco instead of old soot and city grime]

[limbical]

I could never.

[Though Daan doesn't immediately realize it, he finds himself holding his breath for a moment as she just gently touches him. It's... affectionate, and he downright nearly doesn't know what to do with that. Sex is one thing; that's all that it is. This is a bit different.

But he doesn't shrink away. Instead, Daan settles his hand to her hip, rolling his thumb, but demanding nothing. Not that anyone could make demands of Marina Domek.]

A few hot showers and you'd never know what we had to deal with back there. Still looking for a decent cologne scent around here, though.

[sleepyone]

Oh, sounds like a fun hunt. Invite me. [She demands, nominating herself for the task. Daan should smell good, not mix up some ugly cologne with smoke. No, no, something that goes well.

Like a forest scent. (Why not?)]

I quite like cigarette smell on its own. We weren't allowed them at the Ministry... But the girls would still sneak some in.

[limbical]

Sounds like you're just inviting yourself along. [He says it wryly, but genuinely unbothered.] But I won't refuse you.

[A tsk escapes him.] Terrible habit for them to pick up. [The hypocrisy does not escape him, but he doesn't remark upon it either.] But that's a relief for me. I figure you would've complained by now if you hated it.